A typoem of mine is published in the PDF magazine Nuits et Noirs curated by R\A\W F\O\R\M\S. Each part of the magazine is structured according to a specific poetic logic. Discover other contributions by Marc Hurtado, Karley Sullivan, Nieves Mingueza, Sunnstede, Lethe / Kiyoharu Kuwayama, and many others.
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That was the deep uncanny mine of souls. Like veins of silver ore, they silently moved through its massive darkness. — Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes.’
SILVER MINE is the work of a serial dreamer. A digger journeying through nocturnal visions and the unseen. I always felt that I carry a mysterious and deep ocean within and that my dream world is a powerful forge in which my unconscious blossoms, free, raw, shocking, pure. Intuition and guidance often come to me hand in hand with Morpheus, and I have archived these precious resources for nearly two decades. Sometimes these nocturnal visions merge with everyday reality in an uncanny way, like a whale rising from the depth to breathe, which then dives again. When younger, I was a sleepwalker, and I still am, sometimes. Insomnia plagues me as well and reality starts to present strange colours in these moments. I then write, on the verge of sleeping, feeling absolutely cut from mankind, open to whatever is pouring out of my soul, feeling nobody, ecstatic. It also happens for poems to appear in my dreams, whispered by characters. Like a bridge of flesh, I always have one foot in reality and one in the unseen. Sometimes I dive in and nearly sink, have to ground my two feet in the cold earth, deeply, while the inner world becomes a golden abyss threatening to devour me. Bringing these visions to reality is a way to ground myself and explore the legitimacy of these deep needs. When faced with the depth of my inner world, reality often tastes bitter and feels hollow. By creating a bridge between these two worlds I re-enchant the outer world, rediscover it, and digest it.
“You think I don’t understand ? The impossible dream. Not of seeming, but of being. Conscious every moment. Vigilant. At the same time, the abyss between what you are for others and for yourself, the feeling of vertigo and the constant desire at least, of being exposed, of being analyzed, dissected, maybe even annihilated. Every word a lie, every gesture a falsehood, every smile a grimace. Suicide ? Oh, no ! That is horrible. You would not do such a thing. But you can stay immobile and in silence. At least that way you don’t lie. You can close within yourself. Alienate yourself ? This way you will not have to act roles, and not put on false gestures. You think. But, do you see ? Reality is in the way, your hiding place is not impenetrable. Life sweeps in through everywhere. And you are obliged to react. No one asks if it is real or unreal, if you are true or false.” — Persona, Ingmar Bergman