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Uplifted Into Infinite Space

Now comes the voice of novelist Lauren Groff, excerpted from an excellent recent Orion interview regarding her novel, The Vaster Wilds; immediately after reading her remarks, we placed an order for the book.

At the base of the story, even in its incredibly rudimentary earliest forms, there was always this push to slowly unveil the truth (one that we, in our hubris, tend to ignore) that humankind is a very short, bright thread in the enormous weave of the history of earthly life. It was urgent in this book to decenter human dominance and allow the rest of nature to take its proper place as equal to the human experience. As the girl in her flight goes deeper into her experience of being alone in the woods, as her body begins to suffer from the cold and exertion and hunger, the forest itself becomes a companion that allows her to see past the received ideas of civilization that had held her captive to that point, and in some ways becomes her solace.

One of the texts that I read while thinking through this book was Emerson’s essay, “Nature,” especially this part, which reverberates through my book:

“In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period so ever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life—no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground—my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space—all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent Eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.”

To which we respond: hear! hear!

 

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Transparent and Obscure

i’VE SEEN A DYING EYE

From the first chapter of Emerson’s Nature, we track the Transparent Eye-ball, a track that begins in daily intercourse with heaven and earth.

Sun and season conduct the tempers of the mind; wild delight set against impertinent grief.

Time now to cross the bare ground, better to convey the electricity of Emerson’s synaptic jumps in perfect exhilaration:

CROSSING THE BARE COMMON

Melville would later take the electrified optics of the transparent eye-ball to sea, lodged inside the head of Ahab, eventually to intercourse with The Candles:

ACHING EYEBALLS

When the lightning comes, Ahab leaves the common ground to become the pure spirit of oblivion, currents of the Universal Being coursing through his broken body:

The aching eyeballs fuse with some unsuffusing thing  :

INCOMMUNICABLE RIDDLES

SKY-LICKING PLATFORM

In his blistering critique of human solipsism Straw Dogs, John Gray writes:

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Gray quotes Fernando Pessoa, from The Keeper of Flocks:

Of course, Emerson is no stranger to the mystical woods:

COLORS OF THE SPIRIT

Yet Emerson also understands the projections of the Solipsist. The eye cannot escape its I, just as Nature has no within.

And finally, eight lucid lines from the unblinking I of Emily Dickinson, in search of something, as it seemed: