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I must admit that sometimes my vision goes no further than to repeat the mythologies and wisdoms handed down to all of us in these times... I construct elaborate theories of the human mind, all of which are pretty basic post-Freudian and post-Jungian ideas. My political philosophies are just rehashed post-Rousseauvian and post-Jeffersonian basics loaded up with a bunch of self-styled late twentieth century liberalism. When I write about love and dating relationships, I walk no further than simple post-feminism reactionism has taught me to. I go nowhere that has not be tread before by men like Nietzsche in my atheism, Descartes in my alleged rationalism, and Kant in the stuff I don't even understand myself yet... and in an era and land where this takes no real courage... It amazes me in an egoistic way at first when I read a great writer and think "wow, I figured this one out on my own before reading this!" Then it slowly dawns on me that the ideas I am encountering are what formed the age I live in, they are the very foundations of modern thought and culture, and so I am am simply "figuring out" what I have been taught. I struggle endlessly with my constant reiteration of basic Christian thought as I try to wrestle with the ethics of handling relationships with other people, one on one and in general. (Why do I have to come up with a reason why murder is bad, including the death penalty???) In my wrestling with my spiritual experiences, I want nothing more than to figure out a way to fit them into modern scientific concepts, and even if I have to stretch every boundary of what is considered scientific, quantum theorists paved the way long ago and I just steal their ideas. At least my poetry is original... or is it? Maybe I should just be happy to be figuring out yet another way to "explain our age" to those who bother to read these things? To at least put the same old thoughts in a new set of words? That ought to be worth something, at least. 1/2/02  © Huw Powell |