spelt from sibyl's leaves

EARNEST, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, … stupendous
Evening strains to be tíme’s vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' stárs principal, overbend us,
Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth ' her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
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tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self ín self steedèd and páshed—qúite
Disremembering, dísmémbering ' áll now. Heart, you round me right
With: Óur évening is over us; óur night ' whélms, whélms, ánd will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish ' damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. Óur tale, O óur oracle! ' Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind
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Off hér once skéined stained véined variety ' upon, áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck
Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds—black, white; ' right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But thése two; wáre of a wórld where bút these ' twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, ' thóughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd.
- Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)


Mortlake (this blog) is not intended an hermeneutic of auguries;
merely attempting here to negotiate some fluency with the signatura rerum; by gesture conjuring the handle of the idiomatic permeating This Blissful Emptiness, gain a foothold on the Ungrund, so to speak. Mull the terma Terra of Dakini Scripting. I guess as such it can be a rather grisly grist for the Cosmic Millstone... consider yourself warned.

to wrangle with the trobar clus, languish in langue verte, mantiq at-tair, la langue des oiseaux;
to nestle amongst the medu-netjer, glint at the kindling of Phoenix pyre...
'What unsuspected marvels we should find, if we knew how to dissect words, to strip them of their barks and liberate the spirit, the divine light, which is within.' - Fulcanelli

All that the kindling bard may bless.
All, that to heaven may look and rise !
http://www.archive.org/stream/poemsmiss00holfiala/poemsmiss00holfiala_djvu.txt

Hakan Hakansson, Seeing the Word: John Dee and Renaissance Occultism
(Ugglan Minervaserien, 2.) Lund: Lunds Universitet, 2001.
"...Hakansson argues that all of Dee's major works, including the angelic conversations, demonstrate a sustained concern with language as a means of obtaining knowledge of nature and of the divine, and as a means of attaining union with God. Whether the "language" at issue was mathematics, geometry, the signatures in nature, hieroglyphic symbolism, Hebrew, or Adam's prelapsarian speech, Dee's intent, according to Hakansson, was consistently to explore the continuities between the languages of man, the Book of Nature, and the divine Logos in order to uncover the creative principle that is at the origin of the cosmos and through which we can experience rebirth....Dee was primarily committed to the notion that all knowledge was a matter of seeking and revealing the divine Word of which all created entities were signs... for Dee all fields of knowledge were essentially linguistic and interpretive practices seeking to disclose the original Logos..."
http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Seeing+the+Word:+John+Dee+and+Renaissance+Occultism.+.-a099012024

Agrippa
William Gibson’s poem played from a 3½-inch diskette on a 1992-era Mac computer running the System 7 operating system. When the diskette ran, the text of the poem scrolled up the screen (accompanied by infrequent sound effects: a camera shutter click, a gun going off) while an encryption program on the diskette encoded each line and made the poem “disappear” after its first reading.
http://agrippa.english.ucsb.edu/category/the-book-subcategories/the-poem-running-in-emulation