Impressions: The Wrightsman Magdalene
Forawomantobeavirginandamother,youneedamiracle;whenawomanisnotavirgin,noramother,either,nobodytalksaboutmiracles.Mary,themotherofJesus,togetherwiththeotherMary,themotherofStJohn,andtheMaryMagdaleherepentantharlot,wentdowntotheseashore;awomaima,aservawiththem.Theysteppedintoaboat,theythrewawaytherudder,theypermittedtheseatotakethemwhereitwabeachedthemnearMarseilles.
DontrunawaywiththeideatheSouthofFrancewasaneasyoptionparedtothedesertsofSyria,ypt,orthewastesofCappadocia,whereotherearlysaints,likewisedrivenbytheimperiousneedforsolitude,foundarid,inhospitablecreviwhichtoplatetheineffable.Therewere,square,white,RomancitiesallalongtheMediterraneancoasteverywhereexcepttheplacethethreeMaryslahtheirservant.Theylahemiddleofamalarials,theCamargue.Itwasnotpleasant.Thedesertwouldhavebeenmorehealthy.
ButtherethetwosternmothersandFatima--dontfetFatima--setupachapel,attheplaowcallSaintes-Maries-de-la-Mer.Theretheystayed.ButtheotherMary,theMagdalehenot-mother,couldnotstop.Impelledbythedemonofloneliness,shewentoffonherownthroughtheCamargue;thenshecrossedlimestonehillafterlimestonehill.Flintscutherfeet,sunburnedherskiefruitthathadfallenfromthetreeofitsownaccord,likeaperfei.Sheatedroppedberries.Theblack-browedPalestinianwomanwalkedinsilence,gauntasfamine,hairyasadog.
ShewalkeduntilshecametotheforestoftheSainte-Baume.Shewalkeduntilshecametotheremotestpartoftheforest.Thereshefoundacave.Thereshestopped.Theresheprayed.Shedidnotspeaktoanotherhumanbeing,shedidnotseeanotherhumanbeing,forthirty-threeyears.Bythen,shewasold.
MaryMagdaleheVenusinsackcloth.GeesdeLaTourspicturedoesnotshowawomaninsackcloth,butherchemiseiscoarseandsimpleenoughtobeapeialgarment,or,atleast,thekindofgarmentthatshowsyouwerenotthinkingofpersonaladorwhenyouputitohoughthechemiseisdeeplyopenonthebosom,itdoesodisclosefleshassuch,butafleshthathasmoreakintothewaxoftheburningdle,tothewaythewaxdleisirradiatedbyitsownflame,andglows.Soyoucouldsaythat,fromthewaistup,thisMaryMagdaleneisonthehighroadtopenite,fromthewaistdown,whichisalwaysthemoreproblematicpart,thereisthequestion,redskirt.
Left-overfinery?Wasittheonlyfrockshehad,thefrockshewentwhin,theedisailin?DidshewalkallthewaytotheSainte-Baumeinthisredskirt?Itdoesntlooktravel-stainedorwornortorn.Itisaluxurious,evensdalousskirt.Ascarletdressforascarletwoman.
TheVirginMarywearsblue.Herpreferencehassanctifiedthecolour.Wethinkofa"heavenly"blue.ButMaryMagdalenewearsred,thecolourofpassiowowomewinparadoxes.Oneisnotwhattheotheris.Oneisavirginandamother;theotherisanon-virgin,andchildless.heEnglishlanguagedoesnttainaspecificwordtodescribeawomanwhoisgrown-up,sexuallymatureandnotamother,unlesssuanisusinghersexualityasherprofession.
BecauseMaryMagdaleneisawomanandchildlessshegoesoutintothewilderheothers,themothers,stayandmakeachurch,wherepeoplee.
Butwhyhasshetakenherpearlnecklacewithher?Lookatit,lyinginfrontofthemirror.Andherlonghairhasbeenmostbeautifullybrushed.Isshe,yet,fullyrepentant?
InGeesdeLaTourspainting,theMagdaleneshairiswellbrushed.SometimestheMagdaleneshairisasshaggyasaRastafarians.Sometimesherhairhangsdownupon,isiricablymixedupwith,herfurs.MaryMagdaleneiseasiertoreadwhensheishairy,when,inthewilderness,shewearstheroughcoatofherowndesires,asifthedesiresofherpasthaveturothehairyshirtthattormentsherpreseantflesh.
Sometimesshewearsonlyherhair;itneversawab,long,matted,u,hangingdowntoherknees.Shebeltsherownhairroundherwaistwiththeropewithwhich,eaight,shelashesherself,makingaroughtunicofit.Ontheseoccasions,thetransformationfromtheyounglovely,voluptuousMaryMagdalehehappynon-virgiygirl,thewomantakeninadultery--ontheseoccasions,thetransformationisplete.ShehasturosomethingwildandstraoafemaleversionofJohist,ahairyhermit,asgoodasransdinggender,sexobliterated,nakednessirrelevant.
Nowsheisohsuchpole-sittersasSimeonStylites,andothersolitarycave-dwellerswhouhbeasts,likeStJerome.Sheeatsherbs,drinkswaterfromthepool;sheestoresembleanevenearlierinationofthe"wildmanofthewoods"thanJohist.NowshelookslikehairyEnkidu,fromtheBabylonianEpicofGilgamesh.Thewomanwhoonhergrand,reddress,wasvicepersonified,hasiredtoaentialsituationinwhichvicesimplyisnotpossible.Shehasarrivedattheradiant,enlightenedsinlessnessoftheanimals.Inhernew,respleanimality,sheisnowbeyondchoiowshehasnooptionbutvirtue.
Butthereisanotherwayoflookingatit.ThinkofDonatellosMagdalene,inFlorence--shesdriedupbythesunsofthewilderness,batteredbywindandrain,anorexic,toothless,abodyentirelyannihilatedbythesoul.Youalmostsmelltheodourofthekindofsanctitythatreeksfromher--itsrank,itsraw,itshorrible.Bytheardourwithwhichshehasembracedtherigorousasceticismofpenitence,youtellhowmuchshehatedherearlylifeofso-called"pleasure".Themortificationofthefleshesnaturallytoher.WhenyoulearnthatDonatellointehepiecetobenotblackbutgilded,thatdoesnotlightenitsmood.
heless,youseethepointthatsomeanonymousManoftheEnlighteontheGrandTourmadetwohundredyearsago--howDonatelldalenemadehim"disgustedwithpenitence".
Penitencebeessado-masochism.Self-punishmentisitsownreward.
Butitalsobeekitsch.sidertheapocryphalstoryofMaryofEgypt.Whowasabeautifulprostituteuntilsherepentedaheremainingforty-sevenyearsofherlifeasapeinthedesert,clothedonlyinherlonghair.Shetookwithherthreeloavesandateamouthfulofbreadonceaday,inthems;theloaveslastedherout.MaryofEgyptisandfresh.Herfacestaysmiraculouslyunlined.Sheisasuntouchedbytimeasherbreadisuntouchedbyappetite.Shesitsonarothedesert,bingoutherlonghair,likealoreleiwhosewaterhasturosand.Weimaginehowshesmiles.Perhapsshesingsalittlesong.
GeesdeLaToursMaryMagdalenehasarrivedataasyofrepentance,evidently.Perhaps,indeed,hehaspicturedherassheisjustabouttorepent--beforeherseavoyageinfact,althoughIwouldprefertothinkthatthisbare,bleakspace,furnishedonlywiththemirror,isthatofhercaveinthewoods.Butthisisawomanwhoisstilltakingcareofherself.Herlong,blackhair,sleekasthatofaJapanesewomanonapaintedscroll--shemustjusthavefinishedbrushingit,remindingusthatsheisthepatronsaintofhairdressers.Herhairistheproductofculture,asnatureintended.Herhairshowsshehasjustusedthemirrorasaninstrumentofworldlyvanity.Herhairshowsthat,evenasshemeditatesuponthedleflame,thisworldstillhasaclaimuponher.
Unlessweareactuallywatgherashersoulisdrawnoutintothedleflame.
WemeetMaryMagdalehegospels,doingsomethiraordinarywithherhair.AftershemassagedJesussfeetwithherpotofpreciousoi,shewipedthemwithherhair,animagesoastonishingaicallypreciseitissurprisingitisrepresentedsorarelyinart,especiallythatofthesevehtury,whenreligiousexcessaicismwentsoofteher.Magdalene,usingherhair,thatbeautifulhwhichsheusedtosnaremenas--well,asamop,awashcloth,atowel.Andaslightelementoftheperverseaboutit,too.Allinall,thekindofgaudygesturearepentantprostitutewouldmake.
Shehasbrushedherhair,perhapsforthelasttime,andtakenoffherpearlnecklace,alsoforthelasttime.Nowsheisgazingatthedleflame,whichdoublesitselfinthemirror.Onceuponatime,thatmirrorwasthetoolofhertrade;itwaswithinthemirrorthatsheassembledalltheelementsofthefemininitysheputtogetherforsale.Butnow,insteadofreflegherface,itduplicatesthepureflame.
WhenIwasinlabour,Ithoughtofadleflame.Iwasinlabourforeenhours.Atfirstthepainscameslowlyandwererelativelylight;itwaseasytoridethem.Butwhentheycamemorecloselytogether,andgrewmoreandmoreinteheotratemyminduponanimaginarydleflame.
Lookatthedleflameasifitistheonlythingintheworld.Howwhiteandsteadyitis.Atthecoreofthewhiteflameisaeofblue,transparentair;thatisthethingtolookat,thatisthethingtotrateohepainscamethidfast,Ifixedallmyattentionontheblueabseheheartoftheflame,asthoughitwerethesecretoftheflameand,ifItratedenoughuponit,itwouldbeysecret,too.
Soontherewasnotimetothinkofanythingelse.Bythen,Iwasentirelysubsumedbythebluespace.Eveheysnippedawayatmybody,downbelow,tofinallyletthebabyouttheeasiestway,allmyattentionwastratedonthecoreoftheflame.
Ohedleflamehaddoswork,itsselfout;theyedmybabyinashawlandgavehimtome.
MaryMagdaleatesuponthedleflame.Sheehebluecore,theblueabsence.Shebeessomethingotherthanherself.
Thesilehepicture,foritisthemostsilentofpictures,emafromthedarknessbehindthedleinthemirrorbutfromthesetwodles,therealdleandthemirrordle.Betweehetwodlesdisseminatelightandsileheyhavetrahewomanintoenlighte.Shetspeak,wontspeak.Inthedesert,shewillgrunt,maybe,butshewillputspeechaside,afterthis,aftershehasmeditateduponthedleflameandthemirror.Shewillputspeechasidejustasshehasputasideherpearlneckladwillputawayherredskirt.Thenewperson,thesaint,isbeingbornoutofthisintercoursewiththedleflame.
Butsomethinghasalreadybeenbornoutofthisintercoursewiththedleflame.See.Shecarriesitalready.Shecarrieswhere,ifshewereaVirginmotherandnotasacredwhore,shewouldrestherbaby,notalivingchildbutamementomori,askull.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
DontrunawaywiththeideatheSouthofFrancewasaneasyoptionparedtothedesertsofSyria,ypt,orthewastesofCappadocia,whereotherearlysaints,likewisedrivenbytheimperiousneedforsolitude,foundarid,inhospitablecreviwhichtoplatetheineffable.Therewere,square,white,RomancitiesallalongtheMediterraneancoasteverywhereexcepttheplacethethreeMaryslahtheirservant.Theylahemiddleofamalarials,theCamargue.Itwasnotpleasant.Thedesertwouldhavebeenmorehealthy.
ButtherethetwosternmothersandFatima--dontfetFatima--setupachapel,attheplaowcallSaintes-Maries-de-la-Mer.Theretheystayed.ButtheotherMary,theMagdalehenot-mother,couldnotstop.Impelledbythedemonofloneliness,shewentoffonherownthroughtheCamargue;thenshecrossedlimestonehillafterlimestonehill.Flintscutherfeet,sunburnedherskiefruitthathadfallenfromthetreeofitsownaccord,likeaperfei.Sheatedroppedberries.Theblack-browedPalestinianwomanwalkedinsilence,gauntasfamine,hairyasadog.
ShewalkeduntilshecametotheforestoftheSainte-Baume.Shewalkeduntilshecametotheremotestpartoftheforest.Thereshefoundacave.Thereshestopped.Theresheprayed.Shedidnotspeaktoanotherhumanbeing,shedidnotseeanotherhumanbeing,forthirty-threeyears.Bythen,shewasold.
MaryMagdaleheVenusinsackcloth.GeesdeLaTourspicturedoesnotshowawomaninsackcloth,butherchemiseiscoarseandsimpleenoughtobeapeialgarment,or,atleast,thekindofgarmentthatshowsyouwerenotthinkingofpersonaladorwhenyouputitohoughthechemiseisdeeplyopenonthebosom,itdoesodisclosefleshassuch,butafleshthathasmoreakintothewaxoftheburningdle,tothewaythewaxdleisirradiatedbyitsownflame,andglows.Soyoucouldsaythat,fromthewaistup,thisMaryMagdaleneisonthehighroadtopenite,fromthewaistdown,whichisalwaysthemoreproblematicpart,thereisthequestion,redskirt.
Left-overfinery?Wasittheonlyfrockshehad,thefrockshewentwhin,theedisailin?DidshewalkallthewaytotheSainte-Baumeinthisredskirt?Itdoesntlooktravel-stainedorwornortorn.Itisaluxurious,evensdalousskirt.Ascarletdressforascarletwoman.
TheVirginMarywearsblue.Herpreferencehassanctifiedthecolour.Wethinkofa"heavenly"blue.ButMaryMagdalenewearsred,thecolourofpassiowowomewinparadoxes.Oneisnotwhattheotheris.Oneisavirginandamother;theotherisanon-virgin,andchildless.heEnglishlanguagedoesnttainaspecificwordtodescribeawomanwhoisgrown-up,sexuallymatureandnotamother,unlesssuanisusinghersexualityasherprofession.
BecauseMaryMagdaleneisawomanandchildlessshegoesoutintothewilderheothers,themothers,stayandmakeachurch,wherepeoplee.
Butwhyhasshetakenherpearlnecklacewithher?Lookatit,lyinginfrontofthemirror.Andherlonghairhasbeenmostbeautifullybrushed.Isshe,yet,fullyrepentant?
InGeesdeLaTourspainting,theMagdaleneshairiswellbrushed.SometimestheMagdaleneshairisasshaggyasaRastafarians.Sometimesherhairhangsdownupon,isiricablymixedupwith,herfurs.MaryMagdaleneiseasiertoreadwhensheishairy,when,inthewilderness,shewearstheroughcoatofherowndesires,asifthedesiresofherpasthaveturothehairyshirtthattormentsherpreseantflesh.
Sometimesshewearsonlyherhair;itneversawab,long,matted,u,hangingdowntoherknees.Shebeltsherownhairroundherwaistwiththeropewithwhich,eaight,shelashesherself,makingaroughtunicofit.Ontheseoccasions,thetransformationfromtheyounglovely,voluptuousMaryMagdalehehappynon-virgiygirl,thewomantakeninadultery--ontheseoccasions,thetransformationisplete.ShehasturosomethingwildandstraoafemaleversionofJohist,ahairyhermit,asgoodasransdinggender,sexobliterated,nakednessirrelevant.
Nowsheisohsuchpole-sittersasSimeonStylites,andothersolitarycave-dwellerswhouhbeasts,likeStJerome.Sheeatsherbs,drinkswaterfromthepool;sheestoresembleanevenearlierinationofthe"wildmanofthewoods"thanJohist.NowshelookslikehairyEnkidu,fromtheBabylonianEpicofGilgamesh.Thewomanwhoonhergrand,reddress,wasvicepersonified,hasiredtoaentialsituationinwhichvicesimplyisnotpossible.Shehasarrivedattheradiant,enlightenedsinlessnessoftheanimals.Inhernew,respleanimality,sheisnowbeyondchoiowshehasnooptionbutvirtue.
Butthereisanotherwayoflookingatit.ThinkofDonatellosMagdalene,inFlorence--shesdriedupbythesunsofthewilderness,batteredbywindandrain,anorexic,toothless,abodyentirelyannihilatedbythesoul.Youalmostsmelltheodourofthekindofsanctitythatreeksfromher--itsrank,itsraw,itshorrible.Bytheardourwithwhichshehasembracedtherigorousasceticismofpenitence,youtellhowmuchshehatedherearlylifeofso-called"pleasure".Themortificationofthefleshesnaturallytoher.WhenyoulearnthatDonatellointehepiecetobenotblackbutgilded,thatdoesnotlightenitsmood.
heless,youseethepointthatsomeanonymousManoftheEnlighteontheGrandTourmadetwohundredyearsago--howDonatelldalenemadehim"disgustedwithpenitence".
Penitencebeessado-masochism.Self-punishmentisitsownreward.
Butitalsobeekitsch.sidertheapocryphalstoryofMaryofEgypt.Whowasabeautifulprostituteuntilsherepentedaheremainingforty-sevenyearsofherlifeasapeinthedesert,clothedonlyinherlonghair.Shetookwithherthreeloavesandateamouthfulofbreadonceaday,inthems;theloaveslastedherout.MaryofEgyptisandfresh.Herfacestaysmiraculouslyunlined.Sheisasuntouchedbytimeasherbreadisuntouchedbyappetite.Shesitsonarothedesert,bingoutherlonghair,likealoreleiwhosewaterhasturosand.Weimaginehowshesmiles.Perhapsshesingsalittlesong.
GeesdeLaToursMaryMagdalenehasarrivedataasyofrepentance,evidently.Perhaps,indeed,hehaspicturedherassheisjustabouttorepent--beforeherseavoyageinfact,althoughIwouldprefertothinkthatthisbare,bleakspace,furnishedonlywiththemirror,isthatofhercaveinthewoods.Butthisisawomanwhoisstilltakingcareofherself.Herlong,blackhair,sleekasthatofaJapanesewomanonapaintedscroll--shemustjusthavefinishedbrushingit,remindingusthatsheisthepatronsaintofhairdressers.Herhairistheproductofculture,asnatureintended.Herhairshowsshehasjustusedthemirrorasaninstrumentofworldlyvanity.Herhairshowsthat,evenasshemeditatesuponthedleflame,thisworldstillhasaclaimuponher.
Unlessweareactuallywatgherashersoulisdrawnoutintothedleflame.
WemeetMaryMagdalehegospels,doingsomethiraordinarywithherhair.AftershemassagedJesussfeetwithherpotofpreciousoi,shewipedthemwithherhair,animagesoastonishingaicallypreciseitissurprisingitisrepresentedsorarelyinart,especiallythatofthesevehtury,whenreligiousexcessaicismwentsoofteher.Magdalene,usingherhair,thatbeautifulhwhichsheusedtosnaremenas--well,asamop,awashcloth,atowel.Andaslightelementoftheperverseaboutit,too.Allinall,thekindofgaudygesturearepentantprostitutewouldmake.
Shehasbrushedherhair,perhapsforthelasttime,andtakenoffherpearlnecklace,alsoforthelasttime.Nowsheisgazingatthedleflame,whichdoublesitselfinthemirror.Onceuponatime,thatmirrorwasthetoolofhertrade;itwaswithinthemirrorthatsheassembledalltheelementsofthefemininitysheputtogetherforsale.Butnow,insteadofreflegherface,itduplicatesthepureflame.
WhenIwasinlabour,Ithoughtofadleflame.Iwasinlabourforeenhours.Atfirstthepainscameslowlyandwererelativelylight;itwaseasytoridethem.Butwhentheycamemorecloselytogether,andgrewmoreandmoreinteheotratemyminduponanimaginarydleflame.
Lookatthedleflameasifitistheonlythingintheworld.Howwhiteandsteadyitis.Atthecoreofthewhiteflameisaeofblue,transparentair;thatisthethingtolookat,thatisthethingtotrateohepainscamethidfast,Ifixedallmyattentionontheblueabseheheartoftheflame,asthoughitwerethesecretoftheflameand,ifItratedenoughuponit,itwouldbeysecret,too.
Soontherewasnotimetothinkofanythingelse.Bythen,Iwasentirelysubsumedbythebluespace.Eveheysnippedawayatmybody,downbelow,tofinallyletthebabyouttheeasiestway,allmyattentionwastratedonthecoreoftheflame.
Ohedleflamehaddoswork,itsselfout;theyedmybabyinashawlandgavehimtome.
MaryMagdaleatesuponthedleflame.Sheehebluecore,theblueabsence.Shebeessomethingotherthanherself.
Thesilehepicture,foritisthemostsilentofpictures,emafromthedarknessbehindthedleinthemirrorbutfromthesetwodles,therealdleandthemirrordle.Betweehetwodlesdisseminatelightandsileheyhavetrahewomanintoenlighte.Shetspeak,wontspeak.Inthedesert,shewillgrunt,maybe,butshewillputspeechaside,afterthis,aftershehasmeditateduponthedleflameandthemirror.Shewillputspeechasidejustasshehasputasideherpearlneckladwillputawayherredskirt.Thenewperson,thesaint,isbeingbornoutofthisintercoursewiththedleflame.
Butsomethinghasalreadybeenbornoutofthisintercoursewiththedleflame.See.Shecarriesitalready.Shecarrieswhere,ifshewereaVirginmotherandnotasacredwhore,shewouldrestherbaby,notalivingchildbutamementomori,askull.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
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