THE specular Cave (1985:253)
THE specular Cave (1985:253)
Such an enterprise in never simple
But it will be simpler here than elsewhere
Because of the plural relationship
This scene has to origin
Here is theatre, text that has yet to reflect
Reflect upon its perspective
Here the properties of the eye, of mirrors
Are dislocated, disarticulated, disjointed
And indeed also spacing, space-time, time
Are brought back to the perspective-free
Contemplation of the truth
Of the Idea
Idea eternally present
Postulated by the separation, the dismembering
Of the amorphous origin of all forms
And by the dazzling fascination of the Sun
Image of Good, who must be there
Across the way if we are to see good/well
Ever identical to itself, ensuring the identity of repetition
Ensuring that what may be repeated is like unto itself
Invisible and indivisible reality
Whose distinct parts can never be seen on inspection
Being, one, simple, unalterable, beyond analysis, permanent
Replica of an insoluble primal scene
But Being is tested by being split up into offspring, copies and fakes
These disperse and miniaturize the potency of the gaze
Like mirrors, that are not always already broken, articulating the break
But artificially divided offering an illusion of analysis
Thus the gaze is swallowed up in a vault
Which has become the circus, backdrop of representation
A motionless retina, a mere concave surface
Reflecting light and shadows, an opaque rearview mirror
A horizon that blocks light and sight
Limiting the view but ensuring the reproduction
By reflection of the painted figure, the fake
The seductive fantasy kept not only from the men chained up
Staring in captive fascination
But also from the magicians, eternally hidden by the screen
From their own strategems
That screen is not even unsilvered glass
It is better thought of as the back of the mirror
Or as a water-tight bulkhead impervious to all blows
Even in retrospect, a fiction. a fictive fission
An attempt to master the blow
In its division and duplication, cutting, dismemberment
An operation with an excess of terms and remainders
Indefinitely
The protection screen is fit to engender (only) the replica of the replica
Indefinitely
The screen that subtracts, divides and defends
Sends back phantasmatic off-spring by projection
As remainders, over and above
Onto the screen that reproduces and multiplies
Such products are good enough
for blind eyes to gape at
Clearsightedness works on the sly,
From the wings, a wide-eyed gaze, an averted gaze
But this cave is already a speculum
An inner space of reflection
Polished, and polishing , fake offspring
Opening, enlarging, the scene of representation
The world as representation
All is organized into cavities
Spheres, sockets, chambers, enclosures
Simply because the speculum is put in the way
The operation is abortive – naturally –
Since only reflection is safe
and spawns misbegotten freaks
The cave intercepts the games in a miming of reproduction
And the image of the Sun engenders sham offspring
This mime simulates offspring beyond appeal and recall
Pretends to defer them by some kind of amnesia
Irretrievably
The eternally present Idea?
For has reminiscence not always already engaged
In rapturous contemplation of the Idea?
Target, or vanishing point and death that dominates
Existence from the beginning but devoid of any family context
A margin outside inscription, which like a star both guides and strikes
Which frames and freezes all forms of replicas
Limiting the show, the dialogue, the language
Outside time or place in its extrapolation of light
Everything in this circus will sustain the blinding snare
fetish objects, wall curtain, screens, veils,
eyelids, images, shadows fantasies are all so many barriers
to intercept, filter, sift the all-powerful incandescence
the gaze is ringed by a dazzling orbit