Spill Writing

Spill Geist: Golem Rising


by Jonathan Boddam-Whetham

 

[Chant (Cleanse)]

A space – a shed – of animal husbandry – Man dominate over animal, over Nature  

A pile of mud – as if brought in from the fields

A pile of wool – as if freshly shorn sheep, now disappeared, once inhabited the space

 

Start

Gematric numbers?

16.34

7  +  7

14

1  +  4

5

 

Kabbalistic 5 Pointed Star – Adam Kadmon – Perfect Being

 

Man made of clay in God’s image

 

Man re-creates in his own image – a simulacrum of the Divine.

 

A Modern Golem.

 

Hackney the new Prague – a centre of alchemy?

 

Humanity abandoned?  Seeking to rise from the mud.

 

A spectacle – alone I struggle with the responsibility of Being and being – others watch – objectified through my own ego, my own I.

 

If Being is Becoming – then can I re-make myself – am I my own initiator through which I am transformed?

 

Can earth be ephemeral – but a contingent clothing, until it slips off like the tears of frustration falling down my cheeks.  The earth refuses my touch, my command.  Like the conflict of Genesis 1 and 2, do I dominate the Earth or care for it.  Do I caress it, or shape it with my will?

 

It is as if Adam, after eating the apple, is embarrassed by his nudity – the act of self-awareness after eating the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Life – knowledge.

 

He tries to make himself – desperate to change – but never perfected – never the Divine embodied.  Or perhaps trying to embody humanity without the Divine, after the madman has made his proclamation ‘God is dead’?  Is he just a modern golem – created by man with life written upon its forehead, the name of the dead God, as if it is a eulogy inscribed on a tomb?

 

I cleanse myself, I cleanse myself, I try, I try, I try.  The devil of mud and wool, a reflection in the earth.

 

Before us is evoked Pan, but where cloven hoofs should be, ape like feet are.  Satyr stands – half man – legs clothed in wool – the divine and the beast.  A satanic bricolage… Perhaps, or not.  The Dionysian rupturing through the Apollonian; Nietzsche knew.

 

All slips away.

 

End

06.55

6  +  10

16

1  +  6

7

The Seven Headed Dragon – the Beast of Revelations

5  +  7

12

1  +  2

3

Father Son Spirit

Pan Rising