Like Yeats i have undergone an experience with Language
that confirms and will forever influence my perspective
where Nõ Flower blooms like the eternal Rose.
Here on the Railway Lines the Rose is Nõ inspiration for a sound poetic vision.
Just as we cannot separate the body from the mind
we cannot seperate philosophy from the love of language, from philology, from poetry.
It is purely physical. It is purely metaphysical.
Writing like a mantra repeating itself over and over like poetry until we know Nõ thing
like the Rose knows Nõ thing, until Iki gets under our skin on a way to our kokoro becoming like the Rose.
The heart articulates Nõ thing into space that extends beyond time into eternity and back.
Are ghosts silent? Do they speak a language all their own?
Are ghosts forever gone or do they haunt us still with love of words and Roses?
Are we conduits for semiotic ghosts? Why do we love semiotic Nõ Roses?
Now, Kitty, let's consider who it was that dreamed it all.
This is a serious question, my dear,
and you should not go on licking your paw like that ...
but the provoking kitten only began on the other paw,
and pretended it hadn't really heard the question. (Carrol,164-165)
i have undergone a transformation wearing Nõ masks of transubstantiation,
where like Yeats the Rose and the Railway came to me in a Vision.
Here the literary ghost haunts me to Nõ end till i am forever thrown upon these lines
where i can do Nõ thing else than articulate the heart
till homeword i am unfolding as Nõ flower unfolds,
as Nõ Roses unfold in full bloom and this is becomes an õpeN text
in process making slow progress on Nõ bridges
between poetry and philosophy.
raven: what is the meaning of being? rose: silence on the line
PAST . . . A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing -
PRESENT . . . A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing -
FUTURE . . . (From Through the Looking Glass
and What Alice Found There )