|"Moon Pool" (1972) Illustration for Felicia Miller poem|
For all those years before then, I carried around Felicia's poems, many of which I had illustrated - they became internalized in me, part of my inner language. The one I share here is recent.
I've been thinking about the mythic mind, and archetypes we em-body (manifest) in our life stories unconsciously. At the conference last week, a Jungian psychologist spoke about Jung's notion that the Archetypes have an independent existence; they are collective intelligences that can manifest both within and through us. I know I often felt that sense when I worked with the Masks of the Goddess collection, particularly when aspected a Goddesses myself. I don't know if I can explain that. What's "reasonable"? Are we attracted to certain mythic beings and tales, identifying with them in the course of our lives, or are they already embedded within us, templates of who we already are and are continually becoming? Is that too fanciful an idea?
There are many romantic stories and urban myths about artists who are discovered, their work living on, and that godawful cliche I despise because idiotic people have said it to me so many times: "you'll be famous when your're dead"......etc. But I know well that there are so very many whose work dies with them. I know it only too well.
One thread of the Ondine (Undine) legend is that in order to gain a human soul, Ondine (a mermaid living in the depths of the Danube River) must marry a human and bear a child. I first heard some of this when I was given the Danish "Little Mermaid" as a child. (I also couldn't understand why someone who was immortal and at home in the elemental would want a human soul in the first place - being a mermaid seemed so much better.) But according to the legend, mermaids did leave their native element to pursue a human embodiment, usually with a lot of suffering on on their part. And, like the Selkies* of Ireland, the sea always called to them (should a Selkie find her sealskin, the urge to return will become irresistible).
According to Wikipedia, Undines have beautiful voices, which are sometimes heard within the water. One of the most famous versions of the German story was Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué's novella Undine, which has also been staged as a ballet many times.
Poster for "Undine", the Royal Ballet (2000)
The Channel: Bloomington
Cold water burns my hands,
I dip and turn the paddle shaft.
A few boats pattern the river ahead,
Where green canopy grays the light.
I am in alone in Undine's pool.
Water is a stranger here,
changing blue, gold, clear.
Drifting leaves under glass:
friendless, they swirl by.
Riffles pour their endless lace;
faces glare from flowing beards,
Mock the poor rival lost
in blackened woods.
The changeling cannot read
the bookish rocks,
heaped and left to moss, or
ciphered fern and witchy branch.
" This way See? Go there."
Foolish, she is frightened
by roots of upturned trees.
She flees too far, strays lost
into blind woods.
I reach and as I draw the blade,
My boat turns, and I look to see
Where glassy current
Shows the way:
a clear channel
and friends who wait below.
** A wonderful movie about the Irish legend of the Selkies is THE SECRET OF ROAN INISH (1994)