Prompt:  p 189   “If there are ‘gorges’ (French = ‘throats’) in the mountains, isn’t it because the wind, long ago, spoke there?” In Bachelard’s understanding of poetry, a “light delirium makes the dreamer of cosmic reverie pass from a human vocabulary to a vocabulary of things.” He admires poetry in which “human and cosmic tonalities reinforce each other.”

Here is an example: “Listening to the trees of the night prepare their tempests, the poet will say: ‘The forest shivers under the caresses of the cristal-fingered delirium..’ That which is electric in the shiver—whether it runs along man’s nerves or along the fibers of the forest—has met a sensitive detector in the poet’s image.  Don’t such images bring us the revelation of a sort of intimate cosmicity?  They unite the outside cosmos with an inside cosmos.  Poetic exaltation—the crystal-handed delirium—makes an intimate forest shiver within us.”

Use this prompt to evoke through a poetic image a light delirium in which your nerves run along the “fibers” of your field study.

Whisper of the myst gives me a kiss from all around

I am standing on the grass, and I hear nothing, not a sound.

And this is what it’s like to be encased in mystery.

I’ve been looking out the window for a while,

I see what’s coming. This is me.

Echo of a voice from far away, guiding day over the land

My spirit shines at the guidance of the crystal in my hand.

When I close my eyes now, I still see

when I defocalize

I see glowing, and my nose

I see through my Spirit Eyes.

Trust me, trust me when I say

That this is nothing yet

The myst around is getting thick

But shadows loom ahead

Everyone knows that this is nowhere

This is life, and this is dead

Just because you close your eyes does not mean that you are blind

Welcome to the Forest.

Your mind has crossed the line.