A lot of Will is below the surface, an area of his psyche he'd rather not look into
I just picked up a copy of Barbara Hurd's Stirring the Mud; on Swamps, Bogs, and Human Imagination (Boston: Beacon Press, 2001). I commented a few weeks ago on another book of hers, Entering the Stone; On Caves and Feeling Through the Dark. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 2003.
I haven't begun to read it, but I want to. For example, on p. 3 she says,
When the German poet Rilke tells us to leave our houses and enter the enormous space outside, surely what he means is to...drop our knees in algae, push hands into the fringed and seepy edges into which pieces of our lives have sunk, places were year after year the crust grows thin, too thin, and finally, to mask the sense that underneath this unkempt border something else is breathing: the origins of our worlds, wiser afterthoughts, the whispering asides of the spirit.This is amazing writing which takes us right into the mud and bogs of our own minds. Do we want to go there?
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