In the ancient premise of myth, existence was eternalized as an artists' metaphysics.
The Creator's yearning to be simply as mere appearance. The world, jusfied purely as aesthetic phenomenon
Of Time as a becoming, 'as a copy of the primal unity, as the musical mirror of the world,’
'as the original melody, now seeking for itself a parallel dream phenomenon and expressing it in poetry,’ 'as The Melody that generates the poem of itself, ever again: like the strophic form of the folk song.
’ The perpetuum vestigium of a union between order and chaos. 'Mere appearances of mere appearance'
- Nietzsche
The artist ‘as the Subject of pure will-less knowing.Of a lyrical state,the peculiar nature of song that reveals itself to him as a symbolic dream image.'
The content and form of an artistic performance, infinitely beautiful and infinitely tragic,
'replayed eternally through the very being.'
'The undying form of a prelude that sll endures, Beyond the change and departure’
We are the shoots, (says Rilke), But the place of time, Treats us as slight, In the ever-enduring.
Everything urgent, Will swiftly be gone,
Initiate first, in us The lingering
Amitava's art leaves us with profound impressions. Of the many reflecons in the silent river. Of its equanimous flow. ''Of The re-echo of the Universalia ante-rem”
As music and not time that looks in the mirror, eternally as her-self; as the fragmentaire' that is the world. Bearing upon the past and upon the here-after in no particular terms.
And below as a machine age transpires and engraves its ever-burgeoning imprint upon the ricocheting clockwork,he stands at its uncertain cusp, 'in a place farther away and freer.’
Upon the invisible ancient heart-roads.
Where the heart born of wholeness must recant its ancient flow, one that goes against the grain and returns to us as a species the lost paradigms of transcendence and its poetic traditions, of traditions of invocation of'poetic song', where an artist visualizes the unsayable utterances of his lost God, and reads into his silent mind.
Making audible through silence the music welling from this other-life, its unmistakable flow, it's unstranslatable order that is behind the blossoming of every silent transcendental metaphor. Of the flowers, the stones and the trees, of the breeze always blowing that wells up against life, as its worthy claimant, and of the place where the creatures of silence and the silent spirits commune but speak no words.
Of the mythical abundance of the spirits that feed our own, where we enact the eternal phenomenonof sleep and re-awakening in our momentariness, while poec inspiraon rises like the fumes of an inexhausble wine fed upon the mythopoeic power of music.
For in our spiritual weathering, in our “intempiere espiritual”, “we search for the present.” Perhaps to be found in another me that is now
-Ripu Daman Dogra
Amitava's participation is in collaboration with Shrine Empire.
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