Hi, @d-pend and all you reading now (please stay and listen —please, please).
I’ve been thinking about this piece for a couple of days, and I’m about to go crazy, so I will essay an answer and probably end up this with open questions. Here I go.
First of all, I love the aesthetics. At first sight, the pics immediately take you to the oneiric biosphere, where the speaker moves like an effluvium:
Some distant elder holds the fog-netting;
I am caught
in the strange liberty of ignorance.
(“Ignorance is bliss,” they say.)
These “bonneting trees” are spectral. Their trace is almost a refrain, almost a leitmotiv, almost tangible.
The image of the communion of “bonneting trees” involving a “fog-netting” ritual by an elder is mesmerizing. One wonders what that can be about. Inmy case, for example, it totally resonates with my notions of doctrine and one’s feeling of self-loss in the middle of multiple lines of thought and possibilities. The speaker in this piece goes from being in “disjunct shadow” of “ordinary ecstasy” to being in this “pastel intersection” to being finally freed, “blurred,” by these trees. The truth is that from beginning to end, he who “weaves between bonneting trees” remains caught by the wider netting of the unknown (the forest).
Acceptance of ignorance sets you free, which is paradoxically the utmost wisdom.
Well, after all this is not ending up at open questions but some ancient apothegms this poem has brought to my mind.
“The truth shall set you free.” — Probably from the Bible’s original “So He said to the Jews who had believed Him, “If you continue in My word, you are truly My disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32)
“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing” —Socrates
"To know what you know and what you do not know, that is true knowledge." —Confucius
I finally got this out of my system. I guess I’m ready to take this inspiration to write some piece of my own. So thank you ☻♥