Joseph Campbell: ” Your Dreams Are Composed by an Aspect of Yourself”

The Parts and Pieces Making a Whole: Set Seven

“Schopenhauer, in his splendid essay called “On an Apparent Intention in the Fate of the Individual”, points out when you reach an advanced age and look back over your lifetime, it can seem to have had a consistent order and plan, as though composed by some novelist. Events that when they occurred had seemed accidental and of little moment turn out to have been indispensable factors in the composition of a consistent plot. So who composed that plot? Schopenhauer suggest that just as your dreams are composed by an aspect of yourself of which your consciousness is unaware, so, too, your whole life is composed by the will within you. And just as people whom you have met apparently by mere chance became leading agents in the structuring of your life, so, too, you will have served unknowingly as an agent, giving meaning to the lives of others. The whole thing gears together as one big symphony, with everything unconsciously structuring everything else. And Schopenhauer concludes that it is as though our lives were the features of the one great dream of a single dreamer in which all the dream characters dream, too; so that everything links to everything else, moved by the one will to life which is the universal will in nature.”

—Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

Oscar Santasusagna

 

Oscar Santasusagna, “Un Poeta a la Deriva (A Drifting Poet),  2016, Mixed Media on Paper, 40 x 54 cm

Oscar Santasusagna is an artist living and working in Barcelona, Spain. A collaboration between Santasusagna and poet Raūl Garcia Fernández produced a work called “Girl in a Cafe” in 2014. From a illustration just drawn by Oscar Santasusagna, Fernández wrote a poem that supported the drawing.

For Raúl Fernández’s new book entitled “Margarita Mustia”, a new collaboration project started with a poem by Fernández which then was illustrated by Santasusagna and is shown above, entitled “Un Poeta a la Deriva”.

“He navegado sobre las olas de lo obscuro

sobre la espuma de océanos sutiles

bajo el influjo de la luna en mares de palabras.

la luna ha izado olas de ensueños con sus pestañas

la espuma ha lubricado las letras con su tacto

las olas de noche han convocado a las musarañas.

He hundido mis rodillas en la nieve como un intruso

en lagos de nat monstruosos

en ánforas donde vibraba trémula la leche de la cabra.

la leche suavizó la tinta que no encontró la rima

los lagos se arremolinaron apagando cacofonias

la nieve arrolló tachones con avalanchas de virutas.

He despertado a la luz del día como si fuera un niño

al calor del alba como se abren los pétalos

y se curvan las ramas al arrullo de la aurora.

la aurora me consultó lánguida sobre el brillo de las estrellas

el alba quiso refrescarse entre las mareas nocturnas

la luz del día me sorprendió

rayando sus versos sobre el papel.” – Raūl Garcia Fernández