Today I've been at a rich and stimulating workshop given by my friend   Peter Brennan, poet, publisher and kabbalist, on Keats. Considering I   make my way in the world as a poet, and read English at A level, I'm   astonishingly ignorant of some classical poetry. Today I've been   delighted by these observations of Keats':
   'Intelligences are   atoms of perception...' 
   'I am ...straining at particles of  light  in the midst of a great darkness...'
   'Circumstances are  like  clouds continually gathering and bursting.' 
   And 'The  noble animal  man for his amusement smokes his pipe, the hawk balances  about the  clouds – that is the only difference of their leisures...'
I   also met phrases I had forgotten came from Keats: 'Tender is the   night'; and 'To cease upon the midnight with no pain.'
And   of course I like this: '... a poet is a sage / A humanist, physician  to  all men.'
You might remember that Keats described   this world as the 'vale of soul-making' – a significant phrase in the   context of the transpersonal pyschology training school which I   attended.
And I also think his notion of 'negative   capability' is a profoundly perceptive comment from someone who was in   his twenties (almost all his great work was written when he was in his   twenties): this is basically akin to Buddhist notions of being able to   sit with uncertainty and paradox, even suffering, without needing to  rush to 'solve' the  problem or question out of discomfort (as I  understand his meaning).  It's also perhaps relevant in the creative  life: being able to wait when  an idea is incubating; the wisdom of  timing.
And look  at this on soul-making: 'This is  effected by three great materials  acting the one upon the other for a  series of years. These three  materials are the intelligence, the  human heart (as  distinguished from intelligence or mind) and  the world or elemental  space suited for the proper action  of mind and heart on  each other for the purpose of forming the soul  or intelligence  destined to possess the sense of identity.
He   goes on to describe this process in the analogy of the world as   a school, the human heart the book read in that school, and   the child able to read as the soul made from world   and the book.
This, by the way, is not a  paper  or thesis in the conventional sense, but comes from a letter to  his  brother and sister-in-law – three months in the making! I couldn't  help  comparing this to the soundbite texts of which I too am guilty as a   common means of communication... Mind you, his elder brother might well   have been pissed-off to receive such lofty prescriptions; sufficiently   annoyed, indeed, maybe, as to make off with the family fortune while   John Keats was communing with the higher realms...
Peter,   who gave an equally inspiring workshop on Coleridge and Wordsworth  last  autumn, will be back this autumn to Devon to offer one on that  great  visionary William Blake. If you're in or near London, Peter also  teaches  at CityLit.
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
 
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
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