DON DeLILLO POINT OMEGA (RICK DeMONT (III))

 

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(YA YERBA SUSURRANTE COMO UN RÍO)

Cada momento transcurrido es la vida. Es incognoscible excepto para nosotros, cada uno de nosotros de manera inefable, este hombre, aquella mujer. La infancia es vida transcurrida reclamada a cada momento, dijo él.Dos niños solos en una habitación, en la penunbra, gemelos, riendo.Treinta años más tarde, uno en Chicago, otro en Hong Kong, ellos son la materia de aquel momento.

Un momento, un pensamiento, aquí y ya transcurrido, cada uno de nosotros, en una calle en algún lugar, y esto es cada cosa.Yo me preguntaba que quiso decir con cada cosa. Es lo que llamamos yo, la verdadera vida, dijo él, el ser esencial. Es el yo en el suave baño de lo que conoce, y lo que conoce es que eso que conoce no vivirá para siempre.

(Point Omega, page 63)

En su lugar, él dijo, "Me parece que es tu primera vez"

Ella dijo, "Cada cosa es mi primera vez"

(Point Omega, page 107)

 

(La importancia de los "gestos". Como expresión de la vida reclamada a cada momento.Como vida esencial de cada individuo en sus relaciones.Y como componente de la vida social.

El recuerdo de una película. La importancia del gesto de un niño en el funeral de las víctimas del submarino ruso Kursk. Después de la despedida y los cantos religiosos, un hijo se niega a estrechar la mano del jefe de la flota. Cuando no se demuestra reciprocidad, el gesto requerido es la falta de reciprocidad. El saludo no es una fórmula. Es un gesto de respeto y reconocimiento. 

La materia de un momento) 

 “Every lost moment is the life. It's unknowable, except to us, each of us inexpressibly...”
― Don DeLillo, Point Omega

 

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DON DeLILLO POINT OMEGA (FICTION RESCUES HISTORY? (II))

 

“I still want a war. A great power has to act. We were struck hard. We need to retake the future. The force of will, the seer visceral need. We can’t let others shape our world, our minds. All they have are old dead despotic traditions. We have a living history and I thought I would be in the middle of it. But in those rooms, with those men, it was all priorities, statistics, evaluations, rationalizations”

(page 30)

(…)

The first sentence was, “A government is a criminal enterprise”.

The last sentence was, “In future years, of course, men and women, in cubicles, wearing headphones, will be listening to secret tapes of the administration’s crimes while others study electronic records on computer screens and still others look at salvaged videotapes of caged men being subjected to severe physical pain and finally others, still others, behind closed doors, ask pointed questions of flesh-ad-blood individuals.”

(page 33)

(…)

“Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be human forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field”

(…)

The foolishness, the vanity of the intellectual. The blind vanity, the worship of power.

(pages 52,53)

“Consciousness accumulates. It begins to reflect upon itself. Something about this feels almost mathematical to me. There’s almost some law of mathematics or physics that we haven’t quite hit upon, where the mind transcends all direction inward. The omega point.”, he said. ”Whatever the intended meaning of this term, if it has a meaning, it it’s not a case of language that’s struggling toward some idea outside our experience.”

“What idea’”

“What idea. Paroxysm. Either a sublime transformation of mind and soul or some worldly convulsion. We want it to happen”

“You think we want it to happen”

“We want it to happen. Some paroxysm

He liked this word. We let it hang there.

(pages 72,73)

(…)

It seemed so much dead echo now. Point omega, a million years away. The point omega has narrowed, here and now, to the point of a knife as it enters a body. All the man’s grand themes funneled down to local grief, one body, out there somewhere, or not.

(…)

“I want to die after a long traditional illness. What about you?

 (All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots.)

 

DON DeLILLO POINT OMEGA (FICTION RESCUES HISTORY?)

 I think fiction rescues history from its confusions.

• '"An Outsider in this Society": An Interview with Don DeLillo' by Anthony DeCurtis, South Atlantic Quarterly, #89, No.2, 1988

THIS IS THE SOUL OF HAIKU. BARE EVERYTHING TO PLAIN SIGHT.SEE WHAT'S THERE

SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC (ROBINSON JEFFERS)

 

 

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots
to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and deca-
dence; and home to the mother.

You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stub-
bornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:
shine, perishing republic.
But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thick-
ening center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster's feet there
are left the mountains.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant,
insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught- they say-
God, when he walked on earth. 

 

‘Shine, Perishing Republic’ was first published in Roan Stallion, Tamar and Other Poems in 1925. The poem explores themes of nature, and humanity’s relationship with its processes, as well as change and transformation. 

Throughout ‘Shine, Perishing Republic,’ the speaker is alluding to the wider history of this kind of corruption. It is not just America that has experienced this. Widespread corruption as a country grows and becomes more powerful is unavoidable. A reader can look to ancient empires as examples of this cycle.

The poem depicts America in the first lines as rotting fruit. It was a flower, but now it’s filled to the brim with corrupt people and intentions. It is am empire that is doomed to rot away as others have before it. The speaker mourns this fact, but he realizes that its all part of a natural cycle of life, death, and a return to mother earth. In the last lines, he addresses his children, telling them not to get too attached to humankind or they’ll follow in the footsteps of Christ.

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BRILLA LA REPÚBLICA QUE PERECE

Mientras esta América se asienta en el molde de su vulgaridad, pesadamente expandiéndose 

en imperio

Y la protesta, solo una burbuja en la masa fundida, se rompe y jadea, y la

masa se endurece,

Yo sonrío sádicamente recordando que la flor muere para hacer el fruto, y el fruto se pudre

para hacer la tierra

De la madre, y a través de los brotes exultantes, la madurez y la decadencia;

Y una casa para la madre

Si te apresuras te apresuras en la decadencia: no culpable; la vida es buena, tanto si es testarudamente larga como si es repentinamente

Un esplendor mortal: los meteoros no son menos necesarios que las montañas:

Brilla la república que perece

Pero para mis hijos, preferiría que guardaran su distancia del centro que se engrosa; la corrupción

nunca ha sido obligatoria, cuando las ciudades mienten a los pies del monstruo,

quedan las montañas

E hijos, no ser en nada tan moderados como en el amor del hombre, un claro sirviente e insufrible señor

Existe la trampa que atrapa los espíritus más nobles, que atrapó- dicen- a Dios, cuando él caminó sobre la tierra

Robinson Jeffers (Traducción Guillermo Ruiz)