A musing I would like to have shared with Gwendolyn MacEwen

Reverie que j'aurais aime partager avec Gwendolyn MacEwen Penn Kemp decrit la vision qu'elle eut de Gwen Mac Ewen juste apres la mort de cette derniere et explique comment cette auteure en est venue a incarner pour elle la notion d'anima.Elle depeint I'anima comme un archetype et un 'espace seuil', un psychopompe qui guide I'esprit chercheur dans son labyrinthe, mais aussi comme 'des etats intermediaires', 'un arc, qui attend pareil aun temoin'.En essayant d'exprimer les etapes corporelles pre-verbales de la connaissance, Kemp pose les premiers jalons d'une poetique du 'corps langagier'.When I first heard of Gwendolyn's death, her image in my mind exploded into light.I felt her dancing, free.All night I heard her voice in my head, speaking poetry, too fast to be recorded.I felt her expand into the spaciousness of Egypt.She beckoned me to join her, joyous, radiant with inner knowing and new certainty.But the next day, she appeared again in my mind, wandering, confused, looking for the way back into her body.'Look to the Light,' I enjoined her in the Tibetan tradition.'Do not let your attention wander.'For the next four days, I experienced her presence.It was as if she wanted to speak through me.It was as if she wanted me to join her.Who knows what is real?I told her she had indeed died, and that the way for her now was toward the light.She could not stay hovering here.I was too busy to write down even the lines I heard.Despite a shame of being unkind, I baulked at being a scribe, at sharing my psychic space.She understood, however; her face seemed to clear in realization.Nodding her head, she moved away toward the unknown that loomed behind her.At the darkest time of the year, it was a moment of choice.