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GASTON .BACHELARD
Foreword V11
Acknowledgments X1
Introduction
I magination and M a t t e r
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' Clear~Wters, Springtime Waters and Running Waters
The Objective Conditions for Narcissism
Amorous Waters
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Deep Waters — Dormant Waters — Dead Waters
"Heavy Waters" in Edgar Allan Poe's Reverie
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The Charon Complex
The Ophelia Complex
4 93
Water in C o m b i n a t ion w it h O t h e r E l ements
~3 ) i,115
Maternal Water and Femin ine W ater
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Purity and Purification
Water's Morality
7 151
The Supremacy of Fresh Water
8 159
Violent Water
<.Conclusion ' 187
Water's Voice
Endnotes i197 I,
Author/Title Index 207
Subject Index 211
Foreword
THE IMAGINING PowERs o f our mind develop around two very dif-
ferent axes.
Some get their impetus from novelty; they take pleasure in the pic-
turesque, the varied, and the unexpected. The imagination that th ey
spark always describes a springtime. In nature these powers, far from
us but already alive, bring forth flowers.
Others plumb the depths of being. They seek to find there both the
primitive and the eternal. They prevail over season and history. In
nature, within us and with o ut, they produce seeds — seeds whose form
is embedded in a substance, whose form is internal.
By speaking philosophically from the outset, we can distinguish
two sorts of imagination: one that gives life to the formal cause and
one that gives life to the material cause — or, more succinctly, a formal
imagination and a material imagination. Thus abbreviated, these con-
cepts seem to me indispensable for a complete philosophical study of
poetic creation. C auses arising from th e feelings and the heart must
become formal causes if a work is to possess verbal variety, the ever-
changing life of light. Yet besides the images of form, so often evoked
by psychologists of the imagination, there are — as I will show — images
of matter, images that stem directly from matter. The eye assigns them
names, but only the hand truly knows them. A dynamic joy touches,
moulds, and refines them. When forms, mere perishable forms and
vain images — perpetual change of surfaces — are put aside, these im-
a ges of matter are dr eamt substantially an d i n t i m a t ely. T hey h a v e
weight; they constitute a heart.
Of course, there are works in which the two imagining powers
cooperate, It is not even possible to separate them completely. Even
the most fleeting, changing, and purely formal reverie still has
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elements that are stable, dense, slow, and fertile. Yet even so, every
poetic work that penetrates deeply enough into the heart of being to
find the constancy and l o v ely m o n o t on y o f m a t t er, t hat d er ives its
strength from a s u b stantial cause, must bloom and b edeck itself. It
must embrace all the exuberance of formal beauty in order to attract
the reader in th e f irst place.
B ecause of this need to fascinate, the imagination ordinarily wor k s
where there is joy — or at least one kind of joy — produced either by
forms and colors, variety an d m e t a m or phosis, or by w h a t s u r f aces
become. Imagination deserts depth, volume, and the inner recesses of
substance.
However, it is to th e i n t i m ate imagination of these vegetating and
material powers that I would like to pay most attention in t his book .
Only an iconoclastic philosopher could undertake the long and dif-
ficult task of detaching all the suffixes from beauty, of searching
behind the obvious images for the hidden ones, of seeking the very
roots of this image-making power.
In the depths of m a t ter t h ere grows an obscure vegetation; black
flowers bloom in matter's darkness. They already possess a velvety
touch, a formulafor perfume.
tion. Then one can appreciate the fact that an image is a plant which
needs earth and sky, substance and form. Images discovered by men
evolve slowly, painfully; hence Jacques Bousquet's profound remark:
"A new image costs humanity as much labor as a new characteristic
costs a plant." M an y a t t e m pted images cannot survive because they
are merely formal play, not truly adapted to the matter they should
adorn.
Therefore I believe that a philosophic doctrine of the imagination
must, above all, study the relationship between material and formal
causality. The poet as well as the sculptor is faced with this problem;
poetic images also have their matt er.
IV
We shall find confirmation for this hypothesis, I believe, as we
study the substantial images of water and create this psychology of
" material i m a gination " f o r a n e l e m en t m o r e f e m i n in e an d m o r e
uniform t ha n f i r e , a m o r e c o n st ant on e w h i c h s y m b o l izes human
powers that are more hidden, simple, and simplifying. Because of this
simplicity, our task here will be more difficult and more varied. The
poetic sources for water are less plentiful and more impoverished
than those for ot her elements. Poets and dreamers have been more
often entertained than c a pt ivated by th e superficial play of w aters.
Water, then, is an embellishment for their landscapes; it is not really
the "substance" of their reveries. Philosophically speaking, water
poets "participate" less in the aquatic reality of nature than do poets
who hear the call of fire or earth.
To bring out t hi s p a r t i c i p ation" t h a t is the very essence of water-
related thoughts, of this mater mind-set,we shall be forced to dwell on
a few, all too rare examples. But if the reader can be convinced that
there is, under the superficial imagery of water, a series of progres-
sively deeper and more tenacious images, he will soon develop a feel-
i ng for t h i s p e n e tr ation i n h i s o w n c o n t e m p l ations; beneath t h e
imagination of forms, he will soon sense the opening up of an imagi-
6 i I NTRO D U C T ION
V
Before giving the broad outline of my study, I should like to explain
its title, for this explanation will shed light on its purpose. Although
the present work, following The Psychoanalysis foFire, is another il-
l ustration of the law of the four poetic elements, I have not kept th e
title "The Psychoanalysis of Water" that would have matched the
earlier essay. I chose a vaguer title: Water and Dreams.Honesty re-
quired it. In order to speak of a psychoanalysis, I would have had to
classify the original images without allowing any of them to bear the
traces of their original rights. The complexes that have long united
desires and dreams would have had to be pointed out and then taken
apart. I feel that I did just this in The PsychoanalysisfoFire. Perhaps it
is surprising that a rationalistic philosopher would pay so much at-
t ention t o i l l u s i on s an d e r r o r s an d t h a t h e w o u l d b e c o n s t a n t l y
I MAGI N A T I O N A N D M A T T ER •7
One thing is certain, in any case, and that is that the child's reverie is
a materialistic reverie. The child is a born materialist, His first dreams
are dreams of organic substances.
There are times when the creative poet's dream is so profound, so
natural, that he rediscovers the images of his youthful body without
knowing it. Poems whose roots are this deep often have a singular
s trength. A p o w e r r u n s t h r o u g h t h e m , an d w i t h o u t t h i n k i n g , t h e
reader participates in its original force, Its origin is no longer visible.
Here are two passages where the organic sincerity of a primary image
is revealed:
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Here, then, is the general outline of t hi s essay,
To show clearly what an axis of materializing imagination is, we
shall begin with images that do not materialize well; we shall call up
superficial images which play on the surface of an element without
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g iving th e i m a g i n a t io n t i m e t o w o r k u p o n i t s m a t t e r . T h e f i r s t
chapter will be devoted to clear waters, to sparkling waters which
produce fleeting and facile images. Nevertheless, as we shall see,
because of the u n it y o f t h e e l ement, t h ese images are ordered and
o rganized. We shall then a n t i c ipate the tr ansition from a p o e try o f
waters to a metapoetics of water, a transition from plural to singular.
For such a metapoetics, water is not only a group of images revealed in
wandering contemplation, a series of broken, momentary reveries; it
is a mainstay for images, a mainstay that quickly becomes a contributor
of images, a founding contributor for images. Thus, little by little, in
the course of ever more profound contemplation, water becomes an
element of materializing imagination. In other words, playful poets
live like water in its yearly cycle, from spring to winter, easily, pas-
sively, lightly reflecting all the seasons. But the more profound poet
discovers enduring water, unchanging and reborn, which stamps its
image with an indelible mark and is an organ of the world, the
nourishment of flowing phenomena, the vegetating and polishing ele-
ment, the embodiment of t ears. . . .
But, let me emphasize again that by remaining some time near the
iridescent surface, we shall understand the value of depth. We shall
t hen attempt t o i d e n t if y c e r t ain p r i n c i p les of c o hesion t ha t u n i f y
superficial images. Specifically, we shall see how the narcissism of an
individual being fits, little by little, into a truly cosmic narcissism. At
the end of the chapter, I shall also study a facile ideal of whiteness
and grace under the name of the suran complex,wherein buoyant and
loving waters take on a symbolism easy to psychoanalyze.
It is not un ti l th e second chapter — where we shall study the main
branch of Edgar Allan Poe's metapoetics — that we shall be sure of
reaching the el ement itself, substantial w a te r, d r e amed about as a
substance.
There is a reason for t h i s c ertainty, M a t e r ial i m agination l earns
from fundamental substances; profound and lasting ambivalences are
bound up in them. This psychological property is so constant that we
can set forth its opposite as a primordial law of the imagination: a
matter to urhich the imagination cannot give a dual existence cannot play
this psychological role of fundamental matter. Matter that does not pro-
vide the opportunity for a psychological ambivalence cannot find a
poetic double which allows endless transpositions. For the material ele-
12 • I N T RO D U C T I O N
Qnce we have thus defined both the superficial and the profound
characteristics of imaginary ~ater, we can attempt to s tu dy t he r e la-
t ion of t hi s element to o t h e r el ements of m aterial imagination. W e
shall see that certain poetic forms are fed by a double substance; that
a dual materialism often works upon material imagination. In certain
~r everies, it seems that every element seeks either marriage or struggle,
episodes that either c alm o r e x c it e i t w l n o t h e r r e v eries, imaginary
water will appear to us as the element of compromise, as fundamental
t o mixtures. That i s wh y I s h a l l p a y c o n siderable attention t o t h e
combination of water and earth that is "realistically" presented under
the guise of "paste," (la p6te). Paste (la p6te) is thus the basic compo-
nent of m a t e r i ality; th e v e r y n o t i o n o f m a t t e r i s , I t h i n k , c l o sely
bound up with it. An extensive examination of kneading and model-
ing would have to be the point of departure for any description of the
real and experienced relationships between formal and material
causes. An idle, caressing hand that runs over well-modeled lines and
surveys a finished scuplture may be charmed by seemingly effortless
geometry. Such a geometry leads to the philosophy of a philosopher
who sees the worker wor k i ng. In th e r ealm of aesthetics, phis visual-
izing of finished work leads naturally to the supremacy of formal im-
agination. Conversely, this working, controlling hand learns the
e ssential dynamic genius of reality wh ile work ing with a m a t ter th at
resists and yields at the same time, like passionate and rebellious
flesh. It amasses all ambivalences, Such a working hand needs an
exact mixture of earth and water in order to realize fully what consti-
tutes matter capable of form, substance capable of life, To the uncon-
scious of the man who kneads the clay, the model is the embryo of
the work; clay is the mother of bron z ~ h er e f o r e I cannot emphasize
too much how important the experience of fluidity and pliability is to
an understanding of the psychology of the creative unconscious. In
experimenting with paste (la pate), water will obviously be the domi-
nant substance. One dreams of water when tak ing advantage of the
docility of clay (l'argile),
To show the capability of water for combining with other elements,
we shall study other compounds, never forgetting that, for the mate-
rial imagination, the exemplary compound is a mixture of water and
earth.
Once we understand that for th e u n c o nscious every combination
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gest to the poet a new obligation: the unity of the element. Lacking this
unity of the element, material imagination remains unsatisfied, and
formal imagination is insufficient for drawing together dissimilar
features. The work lacks life because it lacks substance.
VII
Finally, I should like to close this general introduction by making a
few remarks on th e k in d o f ex amples chosen to bear out my t h eses.
Most of the examples are taken from poetry. For the time being, in
my opinion, the only possible way of illuminating a psychology of the
imagination is through the poems it inspires.4 The imagination is not,
as its etymology suggests, the faculty for forming images of reality; it is
the faculty for forming images which go beyond reality, which sing
reality. It is a superhuman faculty. A ma n is a man to the extent that
he is a superman, A man should be defined by the sum of those
tendencies which impel him to surpass the human condition. A psy-
chology of the mind in action is automatically the psychology of an
e xceptional mind, of a m in d t e m p ted by th e exception, the new im -
age grafted onto the old. The im agination invents more than objects
and dramas — it invents a new life, a new spirit; it op ens eyes which
hold new types of visions. The imagination will see only if it has
"visions" and will have visions only if reveries educate it before expe-
riences do, and if experiences follow as token of reveries. As d'An-
nunzio has said: "The richest experiences happen long before the soul
takes notice. And w hen we begin to open our eyes to the visible, we
have already been supporters of the invisible for a long time.'"
Primal poetry, poetry that allows us a taste for our inner destiny, is
an adherence to the invisible. It gives us the sense of youth and
youthfulness by constantly replenishing our ability to be amazed.
True poetry is a function of aw akening.
It awakens us, but it m u st r et ain th e m emory of pr evious dreams.
That is why I have sometimes tried to delay the moment when poetry
s teps over the threshold of expression; I have tried, at every hint, to
retrace the oneiric route leading to the poem. As Charles Nodier said
The specific study of the historyof the psychology of water is not my subject.
This subject is treated in the work of Martin Herman Ninck, Die Bedeutungdes
Wassers im Kult und Leben derAlten, eine Symbolgeschichtliche Untersuchung(Leipzig,
1921).
5. Gabriele d'Annunzio, Contemplationedella morte, 2nd ed. (Milan, 1912),
pp. 17-18.
IMAG IN A T I O N AND M A TT ER • 17
watery reflections only an excuse for his holidays and dreams. The
material imagination of water is always in danger; it risks eclipse
when the material imaginations of earth or fire intervene. Therefore,
a psychoanalysis of water images is rarely necessary, since these im-
ages are seemingly self-dispersing. They do not bewitch just any
dreamer. Still — as we shall see in other chapters — certain forms born
o f water h ave m or e a t t r a ction , m o r e c o m p elling fo rce, m or e c o n -
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sistency. at is because more material and profound reveries inter-
vene, because our inner being is more deeply engaged, and because
our imagination dreams more specifically of creative acts. Then the
poetic power, which was imperceptible in a poetry of reflections, ap-
:, pears suddenly~ a t e r becomes heavier, darker, deeper; it becomes
,', ,matter,. And it i s t h e n t h a t m a t e r ializing reverie, uniting dreams of
water with less mobile, more sensual reveries, finally builds on water
and develops a more profound and intense feeling for it.
But the "m ateriality" of certain w ater images, the density of some
phantoms, does not yield readily to measurement unless one has first
probed the iridescent forms of the surface itself. This density, which
distinguishes the superficial from the profound in poetry, is felt in the
transition from sensory values to sensual values. I believe that the doc-
trine of imagination will be clarified only by a proper classiflcation of
sensual values in relation to sensory ones, Only sensual values offer
— "direct communication." Sensory values giye'only' translations. Cori-
fusing the "sensory" and the "sensual," writers have claimed a cor-
respondence among sensations( highly mental d a ta) a nd h a v e
therefore failed to undertake any study that considers poetic emotion
in its dynamics. Let us t ake the least sensual of the sensations, the
visual, and see how it becomes sensual, Then let us study water in its
simplest adornments. Following the faintest of clues, we will then grasp
little by little its ~itl to appear, or at least the way in which water sym-
bolizes by means of the uritl to appear of the dreamer who con-
templates it. In myp p i n ion psychoanalytic doctrine has not given
equal emphasis to both terms of the dialectic — seeing and revealing
oneself — that is related to narcissism. The poetics of water will allow
us to contribute to t h i s dual i n v estigation,
The mirror a fountain provides, then, is the opportunity for open im-'
agination. This reflection, a little vague and pale, suggests idealization,
Standing before the water which reflects his image, Narcissus feels
that his beauty continues, has not come to an end, and must be com-
pleted, In the bright light of a room, glass mirrors give too stable an
image. They will become living and natural again when they can be
compared to l i v i n g an d n a t u r a l w a t er, w hen th e r e n a t uralized im-
a gination can enter i nt o p a r ticipation with sights pertaining to r i v er
and spring.
Here we have grasped one of the elements of natural dream, its need
to be engraved deeply into nature. One cannot dream profoundly
with objects.To dream profoundly, one must dream with substances.~
A poet who begins with a mirror must end with the ~a ter of a fountain
if he wants to present a complete poetic experience.Poetic experience, as
I conceive it, must remain dependent on oneiric experience. Poetry as
polished as Mallarme's seldom transgresses this law; it gives us the in-
tussusception of water im ages into m i r ro r i m ages.
0 mirror!
Cold water frozen by boredom in your frame
How many times and for hours, cut off
From dreams and searching out my memories which are
Like leaves under your ice in the deep hole
I saw myself in you like a distant shadow,
But, oh horrible, some evenings in your harsh fountain
I have recognized the nakedness of my scattered dream! z
A systematic study of mirrors in the work of Georges Rodenbach
would lead to the same conclusion. By deliberately ignoring the spy-
ing, inquiring eye, always clear, always on the offensive, we can
recognize that all of Rodenbach's mirrors are veiled; they have the
same grey life as the canal waters which surround Bruges. In Bruges,
every mirror is stagnant water.
nine; and, above all, the revelation oThis reality and his idealit'y .
""" Thus, near the fountain an idealizing narcissismis born. I would like
to indicate briefly its importance for a psychology of the imagination.
This is all the more necessary because classic psychoanalysis seems to
underestimate the role played by this idealization. In point of fact,
Narcissism does not always produce neuroses. It also plays* a positive
. role-.in.aesthetics ..and, by e x p editious t r a n sposition, i n a lite'r'ary
work;kublimation is not always the denial of a desire; it is not always
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intr'oduced as'"a su blimation against instincts. It can be a sublimation
for an ideal. Then Narcissus no longer says: "I love myself as I am"; he
says: "I am the way I love myself." I live exuberantly because I love
myself fervently. I w an t t o s h o w u p w e l l ; t h u s , I m u st i n c r ease my
adornment. Thus, life takes on beauty; clothes itself in images,
blooms, transforms being, takes on light, It flowers, and the imagina-
tion opens to the most distant metaphors. It participates in the life of
every flower. With this floral dynamics, real life takes a new surge up-
ward. Real life is healthier if one gives it the holiday in unreality that
is its due.
This idealizing narcissism, then, achieves the sublimation of a
caress, The image contemplated in the waters appears as the contour
of an entirely v i sual caress that has no n eed for a c a ressing hand.
N arcissus takes p l easure i n a linear, v i r t u al , f o r m a l ized c a ress,
Nothing of the material remains in this delicate, fragile image. Nar-
cissus holds his breath.
The least sigh
Which breathed out
Would come back to me and ravish
What I adored
On the blue and blond water
And skies and forest
And the Rose of the Wave.
So much fragility, so much delicacy, so much unreality push Nar-
c issus out o f t h e p r e sent, N a r c issus's contemplation i s a l m ost i n -
evitably linked t o h o p e . M e d itating o n h i s b e auty, N a rcissus
meditates on his future. Narcissism, then, gives rise to a sort of natural
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IV
But at the fountain- Parcissus has not given himself over exclusively
to contemplation of h i m self. His own im age is the center of a world.
With and for Narcissus, the whole forest is mirrored, the whole sky
ppproaches to take,cognizao,cg of its grandiose image. In his Narcissus,
a book that deserves a long study in itself, Joachim Gasquet gives us a
whole metaphysics of imagination in a single phrase of remarkable
density: "The world is an immense Narcissus in the act of thinking
about himself," Where could he consider himself better than in his
images~ In the c r y stal of f o u n t a i ns, a gesture tr o u bles the i m ages;
repose restores them, The reflected world is the conquest of calm. It is
a superb cr eation t h a t r e q u i r e s o n l y i n a c t i on , o n l y a d r e a m e r ' s
attitude; the longer one can remain there without mov ing, the better
one can see the world t a k ing fo rm ! T h us, a cosmic narcissism,which
w e shall st ud y e x t e n sively i n i t s d i f f e r ent f o r m s , c o n t i n ues v e r y
naturally from th e p o in t w h er e egoistic narcissism leaves off. "I am
handsome because nature is beautiful, nature is beautiful because I
am handsome," Such is the endless dialogue of creative imagination
and its natural models. Generalized narcissism transforms all beings
into flowers, and it gives all flowers consciousness of their beauty. All
flowers turn into Na r c issuses,and water is f or t h e m t h e m a r v e l ous
i nstrument of n a r cissism. It is only by f o l l ow ing this detour that w e
can see all the power and philosophic charm in a t h o ught li ke
Shelley's:
yellow flowers
Forever gaze on their own drooping eyes,
Reflected in the crystal calm.4
4. Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Alastor," in The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe
Shelley,ed. George E. Woodberry (Boston, 1901), p. 39.
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5. Ludwig Klages, Der Geist als Widersacher der Seele(Leipzig, 1932), p. 1132.
"Ohne Weltpol fande der seelische Pol nicht statt."
6. Eugenio d'Ors, La Vie de Goya,trans. Marcel Carayon, in Vies des Hommes Il-
Tustres(Paris, 1928), 22:179.
C LEAR W A T E R S ) SPRINGT I M E WATERS • 27
V
Perhaps these remarks on the relationship of egotistical narcissism
and cosmic n a r cissism wil l s eem b e t ter g r o u n ded i f I s t r ess t h eir
metaphysical nature.
Schopenhauer's philosophy shows that aesthetic contemplation
alleviates human sorrow for an instant by detaching man from the J
drama of will. This separation of contemplation from will eliminates
a feature that I would like to stress: the will to contemplate, For con-
templation also gives rise to a kind of will, Man wants to see. Seeing is
a direct need, C u r i o sity sets th e m i n d o f m a n i n m o t i o n , B u t i n
nature itself, it seems that powers of vision are active. Between contem-
plated nature and contemplative nature, there are close and reciprocal
relations, Imaginary nature effects the unity of natura naturans and of
natura naturata. Wh en a p o et l i v es his dreams and h is p oetic crea-
28 • CHA P T E R O N E
How better could one surprise material imagination in the midst of its
task of substantial mimesis>
7. Paul Claudel, L'Oiseau noir dansle soleil levant, 15th ed. (Paris, 1929), p. 230.
8. Shelley, PrometheusUnbound, in Works,p. 204.
C LEAR W A T E R S ) SPRING T I M E W A T ER S • 29
Let us note in passing that the eye of a feather is also called its mirror;~
This is a new proof of the ambivalence which plays about the two
participles seen and seeing. For a n ambivalent i m a g i n ation , t h e
peacock is vision multiplied. According to Creuzer, the primitive
peacock has a hundred eyes.'
A new shade of meaning quickly finds its way into universalized vi-
sion and r eenforces the voluntary n ature of c o n t e mplation. S tr i n d -
berg's fairy world sheds light on this aspect. The iris of the peacock
feather, the "eye" without an eyelid, this permanenteye suddenly
takes on a certain h a r shness. Instead of contemplating, it ob serves.
An Argus relationwarps the tender fascination of admiring love: A lit-
tle while ago you looked at me, now you are spying on me. Thus,
soon after caresses, Swanwhite senses the persistence of the ocellated
fan.
"Are you there to observe, naughty Argus. ... Silly! I'm drawing
the curtain, do you see?" (She draws a curtain which hides the
p eacock, but no t t h e c o u n t ryside, then she goes toward th e
pigeons.) "My turtle-doves so white, white, white, you are going to
see what is whitest of all."
Finally, when temptation comes, the peacock Argus with the cruel
eyes will draw aside the curtain. "Who drew aside the curtain? Who
commanded the bird to look at us with his hundred eyes?" 0 many-
sighted fan!
From the point o f v i e w o f a s t u bbornly realistic and logical
criticism, I may be readily accused of punning on the word eye, a
word assigned — by what stroke of chance? — to the circular spots on a
peacock's feathers. But the reader who really knows how to accept
VI
After this metaphysical digression, let us return to the simpler char-
acteristics of the psychology of waters,
To the play of clear waters and springtime waters, all shimmering
with images, must be added a component part common to the poetry
of both: coolness,We shall encounter this quality of water's mass
when studying myths of purity and see that coolness is a power of
awakening. But we must also call attention to it at t uis time'because it
' combines with other direct images. A psychology of the imagination
must include all the i m m e diate data of aesthetic consciousness.
That coolness which is felt while washing one's hands at a stream
reaches out, expands, and takes hold of all of n ature. It rapidly
becomes the freshness of spring. The adjective springlike cannot be
applied to any noun m ore appropriately, perhaps, than to water. For
the French ear, there is no cooler word than eaux printanieres (spring
waters). Coolness impregnates the springtime w ith it s t r i c k l i n g
waters, giving the whole season of renewal its value. Conversely,
coolness is often applied negatively in the realm of air images. A cool
wind implies chilling. It cools enthusiasm. Thus, each adjective has
its privileged noun which m aterial imagination quickly retains.
Coolness, accordingly, is an att r i b u te of w a t e r. Wa ter is, in a s ense,
VII
( The song of the river is, likewise, cool and clear. The noise of the
waters quite naturally takes on the metaph'or's"o'f coolness and clarity,
f aughing waters, ironic streams, waterfalls with their noisy gaiety, all
are found in the most varied literary landscapes, These laughs, these
babblings are, it seems, the childhood language of Nature. In the
stream the child Nature speaks.
It is hard to abandon this childish poetry. In the works of numer-
ous poets, streams still gurgle in that same special nursery tone that
too often restricts the childish soul to disyllables with few con-
s onants: da-da, boo-boo, wa-wa. That i s ho w st reams sing in t h o s e
children's tales that adults have invented.
But this oversimplification of a pure and profound harmony, this
persistent puerility or poetic infantilism that is the defect of so many
poems must not cause us to"underestimate the youth of w a t ers, the
lesson in vivacity t hat l i v ely w ater affords us.
Springs found in groves, these forest springs, so often hidden, are
heard before being seen, They are heard upon awakening, when we
come out of dreams, It is thus that Faust hears them on the banks of
the Peneus: "Prattling seems each wave to play"; and the Nymphs
reply: "We rustle, we murmur / We whisper to thee."
But does this mythology have real power? Happy is he who is
awakened by the cool song of the stream, by a real voice of living
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nature, Each new day has for him the dynamic quality of birth. At
dawn, the song of the brook is a song of youth, advice for youthful-
ness. Who will give us back a natural awakening, an awakening in
nature?
VIII
With the rather superficial poetry of reflections is associated an en-
tirely visual, artificial, and often pedantic sexualization. It gives rise to
the more or less bookish evocation of naiads and nymphs. Thus, a '
mass of desires and images, a real culture complex that could well be
riamed the Na usicaa complex, is formed. Actually, nymphs and
nerei:ds, dryads arid hamadryads are no longer anything but school-
book images. They are products of the high school-educated middle
class. Carrying high school memories with him to the country, a
bourgeois who quotes twenty words of Greek, palatalizing several
d iareses on the " i, " c a n no t i m a g ine a spring wi t h out a n y m p h o r a
shady bay without a princess.
I shall give a more accurate description of the culture complex at the
end of this chapter when we have struck a balance between urords and
images in traditional symbols. Let us get back to the examination of
those real sights that are at th e o r i gin of i m agination's metaphors,
The uroman at her bath, such as poets describe or suggest her or
painters depict her, is not to be found in ou r co u n t r y side. Bathing is
no longer anyth ing but a sport. A n d a s a sport, it is the opposite of
feminine timidity. Henceforth, the bathing scene is a cromd. It pro-
vides a "background" for novelists. It can no longer provide a true
nature poem.
Moreover, the primitive image, the image of woman bathing as
seen in a brightly lighted reflection, is false. By disturbing the waters,
the bather breaks up her own image. The one who bathes is not
reflected in th e w a t er, I m agination, t h en , m ust supplement reality,
must make a desire real.
'
hairless lines, always come out of the ocean, The being rising out of
the water. is a reflection that is materialized little by littl e i r . is..agim-
age.before..it is a being, a desire before it is an image.
For certain reveries, everything which is reflected in water has femi-
nine traits. Here is a good example of this fantasy. One of Jean-Paul's
heroes, dreaming by the water, says suddenly without the slightest
explanation: " F rom th e m i dst of th e p ure lake waters rose the sum-
*
mits of h i l l s an Z m o u n t a i.ns'whfch seemed hke so many women
bathers coming out of the water... . " " N o realist challenged to do so
could explain this image. Any geographer may be questioned; unless
he leaves the earth for dreams, he will never have any reason to con-
fuse an orographic profile and a feminine profile. The feminine image
is forced upon Jean-Paul by a reverie surrounding a reflection, It can
be grasped only by the long circuitous psychological explanations
that we propose.
IX
The swan, i n l i t e r a t u re, i s an er s atz o r s u b s titute f or t h e n u d e
woman. It is sanctioned nud i ty , i m m a culate but nevertheless osten-
sible whiteness, At least swans let themselves be seen! He who adores
the swan desires the bather,
A scene from Faust Part II shows us in detail how setting calls up
character, and the dreamer's desire, under different forms, evolves,
H ere is a scene divisible int o t h r e e t a bleaux: setting, wo m an , a n d
swan.
First, the uninhabited landscape;
Athwart thick-woven copse and bush
Still waters glide; — they do not rush,
Scarcely they rustle as they flow:
From every side their currents bright
A hundred crystal springs unite,
And form a sloping bath below.
Zum Bade flach vertieften Raum."
It seems that nature has formed crypts to hide women bathing. In
the poem, this space, hollowed and fresh, is at once people accord-
i ng to t h e l a w o f w a t e r i m a g i n a t i on . H e r e , t h e n , i s t h e s e c o n d
tableau:
Young nymphs, whose limbs of graceful mould,
The gazer's raptured eyes behold,
Are in the liquid mirror glassed!
Bathing with joyance all-pervading,
Now boldly swimming, shyly wading,
With shout and water-fight at last.
X
To have its full poetic strength, a complex like the swan complex
that I have just identified must act in secretwithin t he p oe t's heart.
Such passages have lost all their mystery, and there is no need for a
psychoanalyst in order to explain them. The swan here is quite a use-
less euphemism. He is no longer a water dweller. Leda has no right to
the title "a b lue ri ver fl ow er." A l l w a t e r o r n am ents are out of pl ace
here, Despite Pierre Louys's great literary talent, "Leda" has no poetic
strength. This short story, "Leda or in Praise of the Blessed Shades,"
disobeys the laws of material imagination which demand that varied
images be attached to a fundamental image,
In many other places in Pierre Louys's work, examples of this
literary nudism could be found hidden under the image of the swan.
I n Psyche, without p r e p aration, w i t h ou t a t m o sphere, wit h ou t a n y -
thing which suggests either the beautiful bird or the reflecting water,
Louys writes: "Aracoeli was seated nude, in the top drawer of her
Empire bureau, and seemed to be the Leda of the large yellow copper
swan which spread its wings on the lock." Is it necessary to add that
Aracoeli speaks of her lover "who dies in her arms only to be born
again, still more handsome than before"~
Folklore, too, is touched by the "nudism" of swans. Let me give one
legend where this nudism is presented without any mythological sur-
charge:
are open arms manifest an earthly happiness, They are the opposite
of arms that are seen as wings to carry us skyward.
XI
The example of Pierre Louys's suran with its excess of mythological
surcharge can now h elp us to u n d e r stand the precise meaning of a
culture c omplex. The cul t u re c om p lex is a tt a ched most o f ten to a n
academic culture, t ha t is , t o a - t r a d i t i o nal c u l t u re. L o uys does not
seem to have had the patience of a scholar like Paulus Cassell, ' who
c ollected myths and t a les in several literatures to measure both t h e
unity and the multiplicity of the swan symbol, Louys borrowed from
academic mytho logy to w r i t e hi s story. N on e bu t t h e " i n i t i a tes" in
the scholarly knowledge of myths will be able to read it, But, if such a
reader be satisfied, his satisfaction is still mixed. He does not know if
he loves the content or if he loves the form; he does not know if he is
linking images or if h e i s l i n k ing emotions, Often symbols are
brought together with no regard for their symbolic evolution. 'Who-
ever would speak of Leda must speak of the swan and of the egg. The
same tale may br in g t h ese two stories together with out p enetrating
t he mythical ch aracter of th e egg. In L o u y s's short story, th e i d e a
even occurs to Leda that she might be able "to have the egg cooked in
hot ashes as she had seen the satyrs doing." Moreover, the culture
complex often loses contact with deep and sincere complexes. It soon
b ecomes synonymous w it h a b a d l y u n d e r stood t r a d i t ion or , w h a t
amounts to the same thing, with a t r a d it ion w h ich has been naively
rationalized. Ql a ssical erudition , a s M a r i e D e i c o u r tzz has so w e l l
pointed out, has forced upon myths rational and utilitarian links that
a re not implicit in t h e m .
The psychoanalysis of a culture complex, then, will always require
that a definite separation be made between what is knourn and what is
felt, just as the analysis of a symbol requires a separation between
what is seen and what is desired. Having reached this conclusion, one
may question whether an old symbol is still animated by symbolic
forces and m a y e v a l u ate th e a e sthetic m u t a t i on s t h a t s o m e t i m es
reanimate former images.
XII
Images as active as the swan image are liable to all types of expan-
sion. Just as there is a cosmic narcissism, so in certain passages we can
recognize a cosmic swan. As Pierre Reverdy says: "Universal and
human dramas tend to become one." A g r e a t desire is thought to be
a universal one.
An example of sublimation th r ough great size, with reference to the
theme of the Swan reflected in water, can be found in one of Albert
Thibaudet's youthful works, The Red Suran. It is a dramatic myth, a
c ultivated solar myt h :
Far away, at the horizon, where the sun goes down, the Red Swan
still sends out his immortal challenge.. . He is the king of space,
and the sea swoons like a slave at the foot of his brilliant throne.
A nd still he is made of lies as I am made of flesh... .
Thus speaks a warrior; a woman answers him: "O f t en, too, the Red
Swan glided slowly, set in the center of a halo of pink mother-of-
pearl, and his shadow slid over things in a long sheet of silence, . . .
His reflections fell on the sea like the touch of kisses." Despite the fact
that two characters derive life from one symbol, the images are coher-
ent. The author believes that his images have a kind of warlike
power, And in fact sexual proofs abound: the Red Swan is a woman
to be possessed, to be conquered. The myth that Thibaudet con-
structed, then, is a good example of dissymbotism: symbolism of the
sort in which images are explicitly set forth and given their sexual sig-
nificance, If this dissymbolism is lived out properly, it conveys the im-
pression that sight assembles images just as the heart gathers desires.
An emotional imagination lies behind a formal imagination,y%'hen
symbolism draws its strength kom the heart itself, how much greater
visions become! The visions then seem to think. In works like The Red
Sman, o ne senses that meditation con t i n u es contemplation. T h at i s
why metaphors become more general, why they invade the sky.
ning water is water destined to slow down, tp become heavy. All liv-
in'g water is on the point of dying. Now, in~dyriamic poeiry, things are
not what they are, but what they are becoming, They become in im-
a ges just w h a t t h e y be c o m e i n r ev e r i e , i n o ur in t e r m i n a b l e
daydreams. To contemplate water is to slip away, dissolve, and die.
At first glance, the reader may believe that there is in Poe's poetry
the variety of waters so universally celebrated by poets, Specifically,
two waters, the joyful and the melancholy, can be found there. But
there is only one memory. Heayy,~ater neyeg becomes light; murky
water never clears. It is always the opposite.A he story of water is the
humari tale of a d y in g w ater. Reverie sometimes -begins in the
presence of limpid water filled with vast reflections, bubbling with
crystalline music. It ends in the bosom of sad and somber water, emit-
t>ng'strange'and dismal mur m u rs. As it r e d iscovers its dead, reverie
near the water, like a submerged universe, also dies, h. '
III
We shall now follow in detail the life of an imagined water, of a sub-
stance highly personalized through a powerful material imagination;
we shall see that it embodies all of the traits of life drawn toward
death, of life wanting to die. More explicitly, we shall see how water
furnishes the symbol fo r a p a r t i c u lar l if e at t r acted by a p a r t i c ular
death.
First, let us show Poe's love for an el ementary ~ater, for an i m a g -
inary w ater t h a t a t t a i n s t h e i d e a l o f c r e a t iv e r e v erie b ecause it
possesses what could be called the absolute of reflection. In fact, when
certain poems and tales are read, the reflection seems more real than
reality because it is purer. Ps life is a dream within a dream, so the
universe is a reflection wit hi n a reflection; the universe is an absolute
image. By immobilizing the image of the sky, the lake creates a sky in "
her bosom. The water in its youth6il hm'p'icTi'ty"'is' a' reversed sky,
rr
where the stars take on new life. Thus,'3r eaming at'the'water's'"e'd'ge,
Poe forms'tEis'"st'range'd'ouble coricept 'of a"s'tar'='isle,"a'"1'iqui8"stai"; a
prisoner of the lake, a star which could be an island in the sky. To a
dear departed one, Poe murmurs:
Away, then, my dearest
Oh! hie thee away.
1. Edgar Allan Poe, "The Domain of Arnheim," in The Complete Works foEdgar
Allan Poe,ed. James A. Harrison (New York, 1902), 6:191.
D EEP WA T E R S • 49
gazed into the reflected Heaven of many a bright lake, has been an in-
g Py d p * d bv t i " l l ghi h Ih . .. g d
Pure visio~ salitary.vision, this is the double gift of regecting waters,
Tieck, in St ernbatd's Voyages,also u nderscores th e m e a n in g o f
,solitude,
If we continue this t ri p o n t h e r i v er of i n n u m er able meanderings
which leads to the kingdom of Arnheim, we shall have a new impres-
sion of visual freedom, The journey ends in a central basin where the
duality of reflection and reality is completely balanced, It is very
worthwhile, I believe, to give a literary example of the reversibility
t hat Eugenio d'Ors does not want t o a l lo w i n p a i n t i n g ;
POnce agpin th ere are two w ays of reading such texts: in t erms of a
realistic experience and in a realistic frame of mind, by trying to call
up from all the scenes that life has shown us one site where we could
live and think like the narrator. Such a basis for reading makes this
excerpt seem so paltry that the reader has to force himself to finish it,
But such passages can also be read in harmony with creative reverie,
in an att empt t o p e n e t r ate to t h e o n e i ric core of l i t erary creation,
t hus c o m m u n i c atin g t h r o u g h t h e u nconscious w it h t h e p o e t ' s
creative will. f h e n t h ese descriptions, restored to their subjective fuac
t ion and disengaged from static realism, give another v i sion of t h e
world or, better, the vision of another world. Following Poe's lesson,
we notice that m a t erializing reverie — reverie dreaming of m a t t er-
goes beyond formal reverie. More briefly, we understand that matter
' is the unconscious of form. It is water itself, in its mass, no longer its sur-
face, which sends us the insist'ent message of its r'e'fl'ections."C)nlymat= r ,
"'ter caii become charged with multiple impressions and feelings. It is
an emotional good. And Poe is sincere when he tells us that in such
contemplation " Th e im p ressions wrought on the observer were those
of richness, warmth, color, q u i etude, uniformi ty , softness, delicacy,
daintiness, v o l u p t u o u sness, and a m i r a culous extremeness of
culture."
During chip,contemplation in depth, the subject also becomes con-
scious of his own i n t i m ate nat ure. T his contemplation, th en, is not
an immediate feeling (Einfuhlung), an unrestrained fusion, It is rather
a deepened perspective on th e w o rl d an d o u r selves, It allows us to
hold ourselves at a distance from the world. In the presence of deep
water, you choose your vision; you can see the unmoving bottom or
the current, the bank or i n f i n i ty , just as you"wish;""'you have'the am-- '
as
biguous right™to s ee or' not to see; you have the right to live with t h e
boatman or w it h " a n e w r ace of fairies, laborious, tasteful, magnifi-
cent, and fastidious," The water-sprite, guardian of the mirage, holds
all the birds of heaven in her hand, A,pool..contains a universe. A
fragment of a dream contains an entire soul.
Upon arriving in the heart of A r nheim's domain after such an
oneiric voyage, one will see the in terior Castle b uilt by t h e f o ur a r -
c hitects of constructive dreams, the four g r eat m a sters of th e f u n -
damental oneiric elements: "jlt seems to be] sustaining itself as if by
miracle in midair, glittering in the red sunlight with a hundred oriels,
minarets, and pinnacles; and seeming the phantom handiwork, con-
j ointly, of th e Sylphs, of th e Fairies, of the Genii, and of t h e
Gnomes." But this slow intr o duction, wh ich celebrates the glories of
w ater's aerial constructions, makes it rather pl ain t h a t w a ter is t h e
matter where Nature, in m o v in g reflections, evolves dream castles,
D EEP WA T E R S • 51
so perfectly.. . all objects above it, that where the true bank ended
and where the mimic one commenced, it was a point of no little dif-
ficulty to determine.3 Tge trout, and some other varieties of fish,
with which this pond seemed to be almost 'inc'onvenieri'tly cr'ow'ded';
c"a"
had all the appearance of veritable flying-fish. It was almost impo's-
sible to believe that they were not absolutely' suspended in the air.
He fancies more because all these reflections and all these objects in
the deep start him on th e way to im ages, because from this marriage
~ f h k d d k ,p k , k dl k '%ri'
brought forth. Thus, Wordsworth continues:
And then, after seeing all the reflections, the dreamer suddenly
looks.at the water itself. Thed:he believes that he has caught it in the
act of forging+eauty. He perceives beauty in its volume — an internal,
active beauty. A sort of volumetric narcissism permeates matter itself.
It is t hen t h a t M a e terlinck's dialogue between Palomidesand
Alladine takes on the full measure of dream power,
D EEP WA T E R S • 53
Blue water
is full of unmoving and strange flowers. ... Have you seen the
largest one which blooms beneath all the others> It seems to live a
measured life... . A n d the water.. . . Is it water>.. . It seems more
beautiful and purer and bluer than the water of this earth. . . .
golden and crimson water-fa11 from the sunset fountains of the sky."
" The other or eastern end of the isle was ehelmed in the blac st
s haPe." But t h i s sh adow i s no t d u e m e r ely t o t h e c u r t ai n o f t r e e s
, which hides the sky: it is more real, more mateiially r'ea'liped'"by ":
material imagination tKan that. "Tge shade of the trees fell heavily
sthe"
upon the ~ ater a n d seemed to bury itself th'ere'in impr'eg'nati'ng
depths .of -the element with darkness."
From this moment on , . the poetry of form and colors gives way to
the poetry of matter. A d r eam of substances begins. An objectivein-
timacy digs down into th e element in or der to receive materially the
secrets of the dreamer. Then night becomes a substance as water is a
s ubstance. The no ctu r nal substance mingles intimately wit h t h e l i -
quid substance. The aerial world givesits shadows to the brook,
Here it is necessary to take the word give in its concrete meaning, as
54 • CHA P T E R T W ' 0
As long as they hold fast to the tree, shadows are still alive; they die
when they leave it, leave it when dying, shrouding themselves in
water as in a blacker death,
Give us this day our daily shadow — one that is part of oneself — is
this not living with Death> Death, then, is a long and sorrowful story,
not merely the drama of a fatal hour: "They. .. waste away mourn-
fully." And th e d reamer beside the brook thinks of beings who
render
unto God little by little their existence, as these trees render up
shadow after shadow, exhausting their substance unto dissolution.
What the wasting tree is to the water that imbibes its shade, grow-
ing thus blacker by what it preys upon, may not the life of the Fay
be to the death which engulfs it?
Once we have realized, in the full meaning of the word, this absorp-
tion of shadows, then we must not co n sider as cosmic monstrosities
"the naphthaline r iver" o f " F o r A nn i e , " a n d e l s ewhere (in
"Ulalume") the scoriac river with its sulphurous currents, the saffron
river flowing by in the poems of Poe. Nor should we take them to be
bookish images, more or less revived, of the river of the Underworld.
These images bear no marks of a f a cile culture complex. They
originate in the world of primary images. They follow the basic prin-
ciple of material dreams. Their waters fulfill an essential psychological
function: to absorb shadows, to offer a daily tomb to everything that
dies within us each day.
Thus, water is an i n v i t a t ion t o d i e ; it i s an i n v i t a t ion t o a special
death that a l l ow s u s t o r e t u r n t o o n e o f t h e e l e m entary m a t erial
refuges, We shall understand it better, when, in the next chapter, we
have reflected upon the Ophetia complex, From now on, we must note
the kind of contin u ing seduction that leads Poe to a sort of permanent
suicide in a kind of dipsomania of death. In it each hour meditated is
like a living tear that rejoins the water of regrets; time falls, drop by
drop, from w at er-clocks; the world t h a t t i m e an i m ates is a weeping
melancholy.
Everyday we are killed by sorrow, the shadow that falls on the
flood. Poe follows the Fay in her long trip around the isle, At first,
she held herself erect
in a singularly fragile canoe, and urged it with the mere phantom of
an oar. While within the influence of the lingering sunbeams, her
attitude seemed indicative of joy — but sorrow deformed it as she
passed within the shade. Slowly she glided along and, at length,
rounded the islet and reentered the region of light, "The revolution
which has just been made by the Fay," continued I, musingly — "is
the cycle of the brief year of her life. She has floated through her
winter and through her summer. She is a year nearer unto Death;
for I did not fail to see that, as she came into the shade, her shadow
fell from her, and was swallowed up in the dark water, making its
blackness more black.
And during his hour of reverie, this teller of tales covers the whole
life of the Fay. Each winter, a shadow breaks off and falls "into the
"b ' yg
b~ v b db y h d k .E hy ,h
heavier: "there fell from her a darker shade, which became whelmed
56 • CHA P T E R T % ' 0
in a shadow more black." And when the end comes, when the sha-
dows are in our h e arts and souls, when our l o ved ones have left us
and all the joyous suns have deserted the earth, then the ebony river,
swollen with shadows, heavy with regrets and with dark remorse, will
begin its slow and secret life. Now it is the elemeni which remembers
the dead.
Without knowing it, Poe, through the power of his inspired dream,
rediscovers the Heraclitean intuit ion t hat saw death in the tendency
to become water. Heraclitus of Ephesus imagined that the soul even
now in sleep, by detaching itself from the sources of living and
universal fire, " tended m o m e n t a r il y t o t ransform i t s el f i n t o
humidity," For H e r aclitus, then, death is water. "To become water is
death to the soul." Poe, it seems to me, would have understood this
wish carved on a t o m b stone: " M a y O s i ris give thee cool water."6
Thus by dealing exclusively with images, we are gradually able to
grasp the hold which the image of Death has on Poe's soul. In this
.. way, I believe that I can supplement Madame Bonaparte's thesis. As
she has discovered, the memory of the dying mother serves as an in-
spired motivation fo r m u c h o f P o e's work . I t p o ssesses remarkable
powers of assimilation and expression. Nevertheless, if such diver-
s ified images adhere so strongly t o a n u n c o n s cious memory, i t i s
because there is already a nat ural coherence among them. A t l e a st
that is my premise. Of course the coherence is not logical, Nor does it
correspond exactly t o r e a l i ty . I n r e a l it y n o o n e s ees tree shadows
borne away o n t h e fl o o d s . B u t ma t e rial i m a gination explains t h i s
coherence of images and reveries, Whatever the value of Madame
Bonaparte's psychological quest may be, it is useful to develop an
e xplanation o f i m a g i n at ive c o h erence on t h e l e v e l o f t h e i m a g es
themselves, at the actual level of expressive means. It is to this more
superficial psychology of images, I repeat once more, that the present
study is devoted.
V
What becomes richer becomes heavier. This water, enriched by so
many reflections and so many sha ows, is a heavy urater. It is the 'truly"
characteristic water of Poe's metapoetics, the heaviest of all waters.
geographer, no realist will ever recognize the water of this earth. The
island where this extraordinary w ater is to be found is situated, ac-
cording to the narrator, "in latitude 83' 20', longitude 43' 5' W."
This water is the beverage of all the savages on the island. We shall
see if it can quench thirst; if, like the water in the great poem "An-
nabel Lee," it "quenches all thirst,"
"On account of the singular character of the water," runs the nar-
rative,
ancl also, in. wgt$'cIras,w'ing it, all traces of' the passage o'f 't'he' k'ri'ife
were instantly obliterated. If, however, the blad'e' was"pa'ssed''down
''accur'ateTy Setweeii the'twe
o veins, a perfect separation was effected,
which the power of cohesion did not immediately rectify. The phe-
nomena of this water formed the first definite link in t hat vast
chain of apparent miracles with which I was destined to be at
length encircled.
pages, She quotes them in her book resolving the problem of the
dominant fantasies that guide the storyteller. She then adds simply:
It is not difficult to recognize this water as blood. The idea of veins
is expressly mentioned, and this land which "differing essentially
from any hitherto visited by civilized man" still had nothing "with
which we had no t b een formerly conversant," but co ntained,
rather, the things most familiar to all men: a body whose blood
nourished us even before it was time for milk, that of the mother
who sheltered us for nine months. It will be said that our inter-
pretations are monotonous and come back endlessly to the same
point. The fault lies not in us, but in men's unconscious, which
draws from its prehistory the eternal themes on which to embroider
a thousand different variations. Why i s i t s u r prising, then, if
beneath the arabesques of these variations, the same themes always
reappear? s
the poetry of Edgar Allan Poe, Let us give an example in which blood
i s a water that ha s t hu s been given value: "W e feel all w ater to b e
desirable; and, certainly, more than the virgin blue sea, this one ap-
p eals to that p art o f u s b etween the flesh and th e soul, our h u m a n
water loaded with virtue and spirit, dark burning blood,"'
With Ar t h ur G o r don Pym,, w e are, to a ll a p p earances, at the a n -
tipodes of inner life: the adventures require geographical settings. But
the storyteller who begins with descriptive narrative feels the need of
giving an impression of strangeness. Therefore, it is necessary that he
invent, that he draw from his unconscious. Why could not water, the
universal liquid, also admit an u n usual property> The water so
discovered will be an invented liquid. Invention, subject to the laws
of the unconscious, suggests an organic liquid, This could be milk.
But Poe's unconscious bears a particular, a fatal stamp: the valoriza-
tion will be through blood. Here the conscious mind intervenes: the
word blood will not be written on this page. Should the word itself be
uttered, everything would tur n against it: the conscious mind would
reject it logically as an absurdity, experimentally as an impossibility,
i nternally a s a cu r s e d m e m o r y : =.T he :extraordinary w ater t h a t
astonishes the traveler will then be an unnamed, unnameable blood~
That is::ttte--:~nalysis from the author's point of view. And from the
reader's point of view~ Either — and this is far from being common-
the reader's unconscious grasps the valorization of blood, making the
passage readable, even, given a proper orientation, deeply moving; it
may also be displeasing — even repugnant — a reaction equally in-
dicative of valorization. Or, on the other hand, this valorization of li-
quid by blood is lacking in the reader; the passage loses all interest,
becoming incomprehensible. The first time I read this book, I was still
"positivistic"; I saw nothing there but an overly facile capriciousness.
Since then I have come to understand that even if this passage has no
objective truth in i t, it h as at least subjective meaning. A psychologist
who labors to rediscover which dreams precede literary works must
pay attention to t h i s subjective meaning.
Nevertheless, classic psychoanalysis, whose lessons I have followed
in this particular interpretation, does not seem to take all the imagery
into account. I t n e g l ects to s t ud y t h e i n t e r m e diate zone between
blood and water, between the unnameable and the named. Precisely
in that intermediate zone, where "many words" are needed to express
oneself, Poe's passage bears the stamp of liquids truly experienced. It
is not the u n c onscious which w o ul d suggest the experiment of slip-
p ing a .penknife-between the-veins of.this-,extraordinary water~ h a t
presupposes an actual experience of "fibrillar water," with a liquid
which, although formless, has an inter'nal-strijctuxe .and which, as
snch; eternally fascinates the material imagination. I believe it feasible
to claim, then, that in his childhood Poe was interested in jellies and
gums; he saw that a gum which th i ckens takes on a fibrous structure;
he slid the blade of a knife among the fibers. He says so; why not
believe him~ No doubt, he dreamed of blood when he worked on the
gum, but it is because he — like so many others — worked on gums'that
he did no t h e s i t ate t o p u t i n t o a re a l i s tics tory r i v e rs w h i ch f lo w
slowly, that flow as though supporting veins like thickened water,
Poe elevates a limited experience to the level of the cosmic, following
t he previously men t i o ned la w o f a c t iv e i m a gination. A t t h e w a r e -
houses where he played as a child, there was molasses. This is also a
"melancholy" m a t t er. On e h esitates to taste of it, particularly wh en
one has a harsh stepfather like J ohn Allan, But it is fun to stir it wit h
a wooden spoon. What fun, too, to pull and cut marshmallow! The
natural chemistry of familiar matters gives its first lesson to dreamers
who do not hesitate to write cosmological poems. The heavy water of
Poe's metapoetics surely has "a component part" t h a t c o mes from a
very childish physics. This point had to be made before we could ex-
amine more human an d m or e d r am atic components,
VI
If water is the fundamental matter of Edgar Allan Poe's uncon-
scious, as we clairn that it is, it should rule over earth. It is the blood
'----of the Earth. It is the life of the Earth. Water draws the entire coun-
tryside alorig toward its own destiny. As goes the water, so goes the '
valley. In Poe's poetry, the sunniest valleys grow dark:
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell
Sooner or later, disquiet will come over us in the valley, The valley
accumulates water and cares; a subterranean water hollows it out and
shapes it. This latent destiny ss'why'"no one would l ike to live in any" '
of the %o™esque' places," as Madame Bonaparte puts it: "As for the
l ugubrious places, it goes without saying; who would live in t h e
House of Usher> But Poe's smiling landscapes are practically as
repulsive. They are too forcedly sweet, too artificial; nowhere does
f resh nature breathe in t h e m . "
To emphasize even more the sadness inherent in all beauty, I would
add that in Poe's works beauty must be paid for by death. In other
f death. That is the story common to
words, for Poe beauty is a cause o
women, valleys, and water. The beautiful dell, young and bright for a
moment, must necessarily become a settinMgor death, the setting for a
typical death, In Poe's work, the death of valleys and waters is not a
romantic autumn. It is not made up of dead leaves, Trees do not turn
yellow there. The leaves simply turn from a light green to a dark,
material green, to an oily green that is, I believe, the fundamental
color of Poe's metapoetics, The very shadows often have this green
color in Poe's vision:
But on the pillars Seraph eyes have seen
The dimness of this world: that greyish green
That Nature loves the best for Beauty's grave
geography, It has its place not on the "map of love," but on the "map
of melancholy" and the "map of human misery."
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber;
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Wier.
These waters, these lakes are fed by cosmic tears that fall from all of
nature:
The very sun weeps on the waters: "An influence dewy, drowsy,
dim,/Is dripping from that golden rim. ..." It is truly the influenceof
unhappiness that falls from the heavens onto the waters, an astrologi-
cal influence — that is, a delicate and tenacious matter carried by th e
sun's rays like a physical and material affliction. This influence brings
to water, as aichemy might, the coloring of universal suffering, the [
coloring of tears. It makes the water of--all.-these 1akes, of all these
marshes, into th e m o t h er-water of h u ma n sorr ow, th e substance af = - -
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10. Bonaparte (Poe,p. 28) notes that, "these lines were suppressed by Poe and, ac-
cordingly, were not translated by Mallarme." Is this supression not proof of the ex-
traordinary importance of the formula? Does it not show Poe's clairvoyance, since he
felt that he should hide the secret of his genius?
66 • CH APT E R T W ' 0
0 thou phantom of the waters, the only limpid phantom, the only
p hantom w i t h " a tr a n s p a r en t b r o w , " w i t h a h e a r t w h i c h h i d e s
nothing from me, spirit of my river, may thy sleep, "As it is lasting so
b e deep... . "
VIII
Finally, there is a sign of death that gives the waters of Poe's poetry
a strange and unforgettable quality. It is their silence. Since I believe
that the imagination, in it s creative Form, imposes a destiny on all it
D EEP W A T E R S a 67
their source, rivers quickly fall silent. Their voices soon lower, then '.:
„,J
tom whispering 1qw.
For many miles on either side of the river's cozy bed is a pale desert
o f gigantic water-lilies. They sigh one u nto th e o t her i n t h a t
solitude and stretch toward the heavens their long and ghastly
necks, and nod to and fro their everlasting heads. And there is an
indistinct murmur which cometh out from among them like the
.rushirig'of subterrene water. And they sigh one unto the other."
This is what is heard near the river — not its voice but a sigh, the sigh
of pliant plants, the sad rustle of the greenery's caress, In a little
while, the vegetable world itself grows quiet, and, then, when sadness
falls on the stones, the whole universe becomes mute through an in-
expressible terror. "Then I grew angry and cursed with the'cu'r'se"of
silence, the river, and the lilies, and the wind, and the forest, and the
heaven, and the thunder, and the sighs of the water-lilies. And they
became accursed, and ~ere still." For what syeaks in the depths of a
being — and from its depths — what syeaks in the bos'o'm"of"tht',"'"w'aters
" is the voice'of r'emorse. They must be silenced; evil must be answered '~'"w :. e',:
v*yl , v r , , a.v .S ..-'.
It is from this still and silent water that lovers seek models of
passion: "We had drawn the god Eros from that wave, and now we
felt that he had enkindled within us the fiery souls of our forefathers.
... and together breathed a delirious bliss over the Valley of the
Many-Colored Grass."' T h u s , th e Poet's soul is so attached to
water's inspiration that the flames of love must rise up from the water
itself. It is the water that preserves "the fiery souls of our forefathers."
When a pale Eros of the waters "rekindles" two passing souls for an
instant, then th e w at ers for a m o m ent h ave something to say; from
the river's bosom issues: "little by l i t t l e a m u r m u r t h a t s w elled, at
length, into a lulling melody, more divine than that of the harp of
Aeolus — sweeter than all save the voice of Eleonora."
But Eleonora "had seen that the finger of Death was upon her
bosom — that, like the ephemeron, she had been made perfect in love-
liness only to die." Then "ttte tsnts of the green carpet faded. .. the
ruby-red asphodels" gave place to somber violets, then "the golden
and silver fish swam down through the gorge at the lower end of our
domain and bedecked the sweet river never again." Finally, after the
tints and the flowers, the harmonies are lost. Finally, in the realm of
beings and voices there is accomplished that watery destiny so char-
acteristic of Poe's poetry. "The lulling melody. .. died little by little
a way in m u r m u r s g r o w in g l o w e r an d l o w er , u n t i l t h e s t r eam r e -
ed, at length, utterly, int o th e solemnity of its original silence,"
Silent,watgr, somber water, stagnant water, unfathomable water,
/ *
so many material lessons for' a meditation o n death; But it'is not th e
esson taught by a Heraclitean death, by a death which bears us afar
1. Saintine was a society philosopher. At the end of the first chapter he wrote the
words on which I have often meditated: "Moreover, am I, as a mythologist, forced to
prove anything at all|"
72 • CH AP T E R T H R E E
and the place of this grim exposure was the summit, the very top of
that same tree which was planted at the deceased's birth and which
this time, unlike the others, was not to fall with him.z
And Saintine adds without giving sufficient proof or examples:
Now, what do we see in these four very different means of restoring
human remains to the four elements, to the air, to the water, to the
earth, and to the fire? Four types of funerals, practiced from time
immemorial and still today in the Indies among the followers of
Brahma, Buddha, and Zoroaster. The Parsees of Bombay, like the
drowning dervishes of the Ganges, are well acquainted with this.
Finally, Saintine reports that
around 1560, Dutch workers, in the act of digging in some deposits
of the Zuyder Zee, encountered at a great depth several tree trunks
miraculously preserved by petrification. Each of these trunks had
been inhabited by a man, of which some traces remained, they too
almost fossilized. Obviously, it w a s t h e R h i ne, t h i s G e rman
Ganges, which had carried them to that place, the one carrying the
other.
From his birth, man was dedicated to the vegetable kingdom; he
had his own personal tree. Death had to have the same protection as
life. Thus, placed once more in the heart of the vegetable, given back
to the living heart of the tree, the corpse was delivered up to the fire;
or else to the earth; or w a ited among the leaves, in the treetops, for
dissolution in the air, helped along by the Night birds, the thousand
phantoms of the Wind. Or finally, more intimately, still stretched out
in its natural coffin — its vegetable double, the living, devouring sar-
cophagus — in the Tree, between two knots, it was given to the water,
set adrift on th e w a ves.
This departure of the dead over the floods gives only one trait of
the interminable reverie of death. It corresponds only to a eisibte
tableau, and it could lead one astray concerning the depth of material
imagination which meditates on death, as if death itself were a
substance or a life in a new substance. Water, the substance of life, is
a lso the substance of death for amb iv alent reverie, In order to in t er-
pret the To d t enbaum, t he d e ath t r e e, a ccurately, we m u st k e ep i n
2. Joseph Xavier Boniface Saintine, La Mythotogiedu Rhin (Paris, 1862), pp. 18 — 19.
T HE CH A RO N COMPLEX • 73
mind with C . G . Jung, that " t h e t ree is, above all, a m aternal
symbol" s i nce water is also a maternal symbol, a strange image of
the encasing of seeds may be grasped in the image of the Todtenbaum.
By placing the dead person in the interior of a tree and entrusting the
tree to the breast of the waters, one somehow doubles the maternal
powers; the myth of burial is lived doubly, Jung tells us, because we
imagine that "the dead person is given back to his mother to be born
again." Death in w a ter will be, for t his reverie, the most maternal of
deaths, The desire of man, says Jung in another place,
is that the somber waters of death may become the waters of life,
that death and its cold embrace may be the maternal bosom, just as
the sea, which, although it swallows up the sun, gives it new birth
in its depths... . L ife has never been able to believe in Death!
Here one question disturbs me: Was not Death the first Navigator?
Well before the living entrusted themselves to floods, was not the cof-
fin given to the sea and to the torrent> The coffin in this mythological
hypothesis would not be the last bark; it would be the first. Death
would not be the last journey; it would be the first. For some pro-
found dreamers, it will still be the first true trip,
Obviously such a conception of the sea voyage is opposed from the
onset by util it arian explanations. We always imagine primitive man
as being natively ingenious. We always imagine that prehistoric man
solved the problem of his sustenance in an intelligent way. It is widely
a ssumed that u t i l it y i s a n u n m i s t akable concept and t h a t it s v a l u e
was always surely and immediately obvious. Now useful knowledge is
knowledge that has already been rationalized. Conversely, to con-
ceive of a primitive idea as a useful idea is to fall into a rationalization
which is all the more specious since today utility is an integral part of
the framework of a very complete, very homogeneous, very material,
very definitely closed utilitarianism. Man, alas, is not so reasonable as
all that! It is as difficult for him to discover the useful as it is to
discover trut h . . . .
In any case, after dreaming about this problem a little, we shall see
that the usefulness of the sailor is not sufficiently evident to make pre-
historic man hollow out a canoe. No utility could justify the immense
risk of setting out over the water. For man to run the risks implicit in
navigation, powerful interests have to be present, Now really power-
ful interests are vi sionary i n t e rests. Th ese are th e i n t e rests about
which one dreams; they are not those about which one makes calcu-
lations. These are mythical interests. The hero of the sea is a hero of
death, The first sailor was the first living man who was as courageous
as a dead one,
Therefore, when a people want to commit the living to total death,
to a death with n o t u r n i n g b a ck, they abandon them on th e waters.
Marie Delcourt has discovered under the rationalistic camouflage of
traditional ancient cult ure th e m y t h i cal meaning of maleficent chil-
dren. In many cases they carefully avoid having these children touch
the ground. They might soil it, disturb its fecundity, and thus spread
their "disease," "They carry [them] as quickly as possible to the sea or
to the river,"4 "What could they do with a weak being which they
prefer not to k il l an d w h ic h t h e y do no t w an t t o h av e come in con-
tact with th e ground, if not pu t i t o n t h e w ater in a skiff destined to
sink?" For my part, I would suggest taking the very profound mythi-
cal explanation offered by Marie Delcourt one step further. I would
interpret the birth of a maleficent child as the birth of a being that
does not belong to the normal fecundity of the Earth; he is given
back immediately to his element, to near death, the land of total death
that is the boundless sea or the roaring river, Only water can cleanse
the earth.
This explains why it was that when such children who had been
abandoned to the sea were tossed up living on the coast, "saved from
the waters," they easily became miraculous beings. Having crossed
over the waters, they had crossed over death. They could then create
cities, save peoples, make over the world.'
Death is a journey, and a journey is a death. "To leave is to die a lit-
tle," To die is truly to leave, and no one leaves well, courageously,
cleanly, except by following the current, the flow of the wide river.
4. Marie Delcourt, Sterilites mysterieuseset naissances malefiques dans 1'antiquite
classique(Liege, 1938), p. 65.
5. With every "elsewhere" there is associated an image of a journey. This is not
merely an occidental tradition. We can see an example of it in Chinese tradition,
mentioned in an article by von Erwin Rousselle, "Das Wasser als mythisches Ereignis
chinesischen Lebens," in Die Kulturelle Bedeutungder Komptexen Psychologie (1935).
T HE CHA RO N COMPLEX • 75
All rivers join the River of the Dead. This is the only mythical death,
the only departure that is an adventure.
If it is true that for the unconscious a dead person is someone who
is absent, then death's navigator is the only dead person about whom
one can dream indefinitely. His memory still seems to have a future.
... Quite different is the dead man who inhabits a cemetery. For him
the grave is still a dwelling that the living come piously to visit. Such
a dead person is not totally absent, and the sensitive soul is well
aware of it. "We are seven," says the little girl in Wordsworth's poem,
Five are alive, the other two are still in the cemetery; near them, with
them, one can sew or spin.
To the dead who died at sea another dream, a special reverie, is at-
tached. In their village they leave widows who are not like others,
"widows with a white forehead" who dream of Oceano Nox. But can
admiration for the hero of the seas not silence their sorrowing? And
behind certain rh etorical 'effects, is there no trace of a sincere dream
in Tristan C o r b i ere's curses?6
Thus a farewell at the water's edge is the most heartrending and, at
the same time, the most literary of all farewells. Its poetry makes use
of an old wellspring of dreams and heroism. It awakens in us, no
doubt, the most painful of echoes. One entire facet of our nocturn al
soul can be explained by the myth of death conceived as a departure
over water. For the dreamer, there is a continuing tr ansposition be-
tween this departure and death. For some dreamers, water is the new
movement that beckons us toward a journey never made. This mate-
r ialized departure t a ke s u s a w a y f r o m t h e e a r t h ' s m a t t er . S u c h
astonishing grandeur is contained in this verse by Baudelaire, whose
sudden image goes to the h eart of ou r m y s t ery: " 0 d e a t h , a n c i ent
c aptain, the time has come! / Let us weigh anchor !" 7
IV
I f we are will ing t o r e store to t h ei r p r i m i t iv e level all th e u n c o n -
scious values that have been grouped around funeral rites by the im-
age of a journey over water, we shall better understand the meaning
of the river of Hades and all the legends concerning the funereal
6. Tristan Corbiere, "La, Fin," in Les Amours jaunes(Paris, 1926), pp. 283 — 85.
7. Charles Baudelaire, "La Mort VIII," in Les Fteurs du Mal (New York, 1926),
p. 400.
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crossing. Customs based on reason may well entrust the dead to the
tomb or to th e p y re; the un conscious that bears the stamp of water
will still dream beyond the grave, beyond the pyre, of a departure
over the floods. Having passed through earth or fire, the soul arrives
at the water's edge. Profound i m a gination — material imagination-
wants urater t o have its part in d e a t h; w a ter is needed for death to
keep its meaning of a journey. From this, we may gather that for such
infinite dreams, all souls, whatever the n a t ure of t h eir f u n erals be,
must board Charon's boat.It would be a curious image if one had to
contemplate it with the clear eyes of reason but a most familiar image
if, on the contrary, one knows how to consult dreams. Many are the
poets who in sleep have lived this navigation of death:
I have beheld
The path of the departure. Sleep and death
Shall not divide us long!
hark!
the ghostly torrent mingles its far roar
With the breeze murmuring in the musical woods.
In reliving Shelley's dream, we shall understand how the path of
departure has become, little by li t t l e, a ghostly torrent.
Moreover, how could funereal poetry still be attached to images so
far removed from our civilization if they were not upheld by uncon-
scious values? The persistence of a poetic and dramatic attraction to
such an image, in rational terms so false and exhausted, can serve to
show us that natural dreams and learned traditions come together in
a culture complex. With this in mind, we can put forward a Charon
complex. The Charon complex is not very forceful; the image has
faded a great deal by now. To many educated minds, it has suffered
t he fate of all too m any r eferences to a dead literature. It is noth i n g
more than a symbol. But its weakness and its lack of color are, all in
a ll, advantages, for they m ak e us feel that c u l t ur e and n a t ur e can ,
after all, coincide,
F irst, we m a y s e e th e f o r m a t io n i n n a t u r e — that is, i n n a t u r a l
legends — of images of Charon that have certainly had no contact
with the classical image. Such is the case with the legend concerning
8. Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Alastor," in The Complete Poetical Works foPercy Bysshe
Shelley,ed. George E. Woodberry (Boston, 1901), pp. 38 — 39.
T HE CH A RO N COMPLEX • 77
11. Emile Verhaeren, "Le Passeur d'Eau," in Les Villages Illusoires,in Oeuvres(Paris,
1924), 2:218.
12. Emile Souvestre, "Le passeur de la Vilaine," in Sous les filets(Paris, 1857), p. 2.
13. Paul Claudel, Connaissance de l'Est(Paris, 1945), p. 35 ff.
T HE CHA RO N COMPLEX • 79
The bark sets out and swings around, leaving in its wide wake a
string of lights; someone is setting out little lamps. Precarious lights,
on the vast stretch of opaque waters, they wink a moment and die.
While an arm seizes the golden scrap, the bundle of fire that dies
down then flames in the midst of the smoke, touches the waters'
tomb with it: the deceiving bursts of light, like fish, charm the cold
drowned men.
Thus, the feast mimics both the life that is extinguished and the life
that departs. Water is the tomb of f ir e and of m en . In th e d i stance,
when it seems that N i gh t an d th e Sea together have completed the
symbolism of death, the dreamer will hear "the sound of the sepul-
chral sistrum, the clamor of the iron d r um , struck a terrible blow in
the dense shade."
Everything about death that is heavy and slow has also been
marked by the figure of Charon. The barks loaded with souls are
always on the point of sinking. It is an astonishing image, in which
Death is afraid of dying, in which the drowned man is still afraid of
shipwreck, Death is a journey which never ends, an infinite perspec-
tive filled with dangers, If the weight overloading the boat is so great,
it is because the souls are heavy with sin. Charon's bark always goes
to Hades. There is no pilot for the blessed.
Charon's bark is, thus, a symbol that will remain attached to man's
indestructible misfortune. It will pass through ages of suffering. As
Saintine has said;
Charon's bark was still being used when he himself had disap-
peared in the face of the first fervor (of Christianity). Patience! He
will return. Wherel Everywhere. ... During the earliest years of the
Church in Gaul, on the tombstone of Dagobert at the abbey of St.
Denis, this king, or r a ther his soul, was depicted crossing the
Cocytus in the traditional bark; at the end of the thirteenth cen-
tury, Dante, with his great authority, had reestablished the ancient
Charon as the ferryman of his Inferno. After him, also in Italy and,
better yet, in the Catholic city par excellence, working under the
very eyes of a Pope, Michelangelo painted Charon in his fresco of
the Last Judgment along with God, Christ, the Virgin, and the
saints.
V
Water in d e ath h a s so far appeared to us as an ac cepted element,
Now, I am go ing to g r oup t o gether those images in which w a ter in
death appears as a desired element,
In fact, th e s u m m on s o f t h e m a t e r ial el ements is sometimes so
s trong tha t i t c a n h e l p u s t o d e t e r m in e c e rt ain d i s t i nct t y p e s o f
s uicide. It then seems as though m a tter h elps to d etermine h u m a n
destiny. Madame Bonaparte has ably demonstrated the double fatal-
i ty of tragedy or, to put it better, she has shown the bonds that unit e
the tragic in life and the tragic in literature: "The type of death
chosen by men, whether it be suicide for themselves in reality or for
their heroes in fiction, is never the result of chance but in each case is
rigidly fixed psychically." A paradox that I should like to elaborate
on arises from this subject,
In some respects it may be said that psychological determinism is
stronger in fiction than in reality, for in reality the meansfor the phan-
tasm may be lacking. In fiction, ends and means are at the disposal of
the novelist, That is why cr i mes and suicides are more numerous in
novels than in life. Drama and, especially, its performance, what
might be called its literary discursiveness, affect the novelist deeply.
Whether he wants to or not, the novelist reveals the depths of his be-
ing to us, though only under cover, literally, of his fictional charac-
ters. It will be vain for him to u se "a reality" as a screen. It is he who
projects this reality; it is he, above all, who unifies it. In real life one
c annot say everything; life skips some links and hides its continuit y .
I n a novel only w hat is said exists; the novel displays its continuit y ,
its deterministic forces. A n o vel is energetic only if th e aut h o r's im-
agination is strongly induced, only if it can discover the powerful
T HE CHA RO N COMPLEX 81
14. "Patte-de-loup" is the name of the common lycope. Other translators give the
literal translation of the English "dead men's fingers" in which the phallic symbolism
is rather clear.
82 • C HA PT E R T H R E E
Ophelia in her river have, for all that, no realism at all? Shakespeare
need not have observed a real drowned woman as she was going
down the stream. Such realism, far from evoking images, would
rather block the poetic flight. If the reader who has perhaps never
seen such a spectacle can nevertheless recognize it and be moved, it is
b ecause this spectacle belongs to p r i m i t i ve, i m aginary n a t u re. It i s
water dreamed in its everyday life, the water of a pond "opheliaized"
on its own, that is covered naturally with sleeping beings who aban-
don themselves and float, beings who die quietly. Then in death the
s till floating victims of drowning seem to continue dreaming. In "T h e
Drunken Boat" Arthur Rimbaud has rediscovered this image:
Pale flotsam
And, ravished, a pensive drowned man, sometimes
descends....
VI
In vain Ophelia's remains are buried in the earth. She is truly, as
Mallarme says, "an Ophelia who is never drowned. .. a jewel intact
despite disaster." For centuries, she will appear to d r eamers and to
poets floating on her b r oo k w i t h h e r fl o w ers and her t r esses spread
out on the water, She will provide the pretext for one of the clearest
of poetic synecdoches. She will be floating tresses, tresses loosened by
the floods. In o r der t h o r o u g hly t o u n d e r stand th e r ol e of c r eative
detail in reverie, let us for the moment retain no t h ing but th e image
of floating tresses, We shall see that it brings to life by itself a whole
symbol of the psychology of the waters, that it almost suffices in itself
to explain the whole Ophelia complex,
Innumerable are the legends where the Ladies of fountains end-
lessly comb their long blond hair. They often leave their comb of gold
or ivory on the bank. "The sirens of the Gers have long hair, as fine
as silk and they comb their hair with golden combs." "On the banks
of the Grande-Briere can be seen a woman with dishevelled hair,
clothed in a l o n g w h it e d ress, who drowned there long ago."
Everything becomes elongated in the current, the dress and the hair;
the current seems to smooth and comb the hair. On th e rocks in the
ford, the river plays like living tresses.
Sometimes the u n d i n e's hair i s t h e i n s t r u m ent o f h e r m i s d eeds,
B erenger-Feraud records a story from L o w er L u satia where the un -
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mass of hair was like an incantation which had always been and
would continue forever. Her face, in the depths of the mirror, drew
away, deprived of its contours, then drew nearer, coming back from
the bottom and was no longer her face.
We see it all; the brook is there in its entirety with its endless fleeing,
its depth, its ever changing mir r or , creator of changes. It is there in
her hair, in any hair, When someone has meditated on such images,
h e understands t ha t t h e p s y c h o l ogy o f i m a g i n ation c a n no t e v e n
begin until these true, natural images have been examined in detail,
It is from their natural seed nourished by the strength of the material
elements, that images multiply and c luster. Elemental images pro-
liferate; they become unrecognizable. They reach that point because
they want to be different. But a complex is so symptomatic a psycho-
l ogical phenomenon that a single feature is enough to reveal it in i t s
entirety. The only power of a general image, which exists only
through one of its particular features, is in itself sufficient to show the
limitations of a psychology of the imagination entirely absorbed in
the study of forms. Many psychologies of the imagination, due to the
exclusive attention they give to the problem of form, are condemned
to be only psychologies of concept or structure, They are scarcely
more than psychologies of the image-filled concept. In the end, the
literary imagination, which can develop only in the realm of the im-
age of an image and must translate forms, is more suitable for the
study of our n eed to i m a gine than th e p i ctorial imagination.
Let us now pursue the dynamic nature of imagination, to w h ich I
hope to devote a later study. In th e t h eme that we are developing it
seems clear that it is not th e form of th e h air t hat m akes us think of
running water, but its movement. The hair can belong to an angel in
heaven; if it is flo~ing, it leads naturally to its aquatic image. This is
what happens with the angels in Seraphita: "From their tresses came
waves of light, and their movements stirred up rippling tremors like
the waves of a phosphorescent sea."' W e s ense, moreover, how bar-
ren these lines would seem if water metaphors were not p o werfully
valorized ones.
Thus, living tresses, glorified by a poet, must suggest movement, a
wave which passes, a wave which trembles. "Permanent waves," that
One day my soul threw itself into the river of the Ophelias
Now this happened in very naive times
Water makes death more human and mingles clear sounds in with
the dullest of groans.
Sometimes an enhanced gentleness and more artful shadows tem-
per to extremes the realism of death. But one water word, just one, is
enough to reveal the profound image of Ophelia. Thus the princess
Maleine in the solitude of her room, haunted by a premonition of her
d estiny, murm urs: "O h h o w t h e y cry o ut , t h ese reeds in my ro o m ! "
VII
Like all great poeticizing complexes, the Ophelia complex can rise
to the cosmic level, There it symbolizes the union of the Moon andthe
floods. A huge, floating reflection seems to provide the image of an en-
tire world t hat f ades and dies. Thus it h a ppens that Joachim
Gasquet's Narcissus, one foggy, melancholy night, gathers stars from
the cleared sky across the shadow of the waters. He gives us the fu-
sion of two im age-principles that rise together to the cosmic level, a
cosmic Narcissus uniting with a cosmic Ophelia, decisive proof of the
irresistible upward surge of the imagination.
The Moon spoke to me. I paled thinking of the tenderness of its
words "Give me your bouquet (the bouquet picked in the pale sky),
she said to me like a woman in love." And, like Ophelia, I saw her,
all pale in her flowing purple dress. Her eyes, the color of feverish
and delicate flowers, wavered. I held out my sheaf of stars to her.
Then a supernatural perfume emanated from her. A cloud was spy-
ing on us.. . Z2
.
Nothing is missing from this scene of love between the sky and the
water, n t e ve n a spy.
e moon, the night, and th e stars then cast their reflections like
so many flowers onto the river. When we contemplate it in the flood,
the starry world seems to drift aw ay. Th e glimmers that pass by on
the surface of the waters are like inconsolable beings; light itself is be-
ing betrayed, misunderstood, forgotten, In the shade
it had broken its splendor. Its heavy dress fell. Oh! the sad skeletal
Ophelia. She sank deep in the river. As the stars departed, she
went away with the flow of the stream. I wept and stretched out my
arms to her. She rose a little, her fleshless head thrown back, for
her sad locks were streaming down, and with a voice which still
hurts me, she whispered, " Thou knowest who I am . I a m t h y
reason, thy reason, am I not, and I am going away, going away.
..." For a second I saw, again above the water, her feet, as pure, as
incorporeal as those of Springtime. ... They disappeared; a strange
calm flowed through my blood. . . .
T here we see the int i m ate play of a r e verie that m a r r ies the M o o n
and the flood and follows their story the whole length of the current.
Such a reverie reatiges,in the full sense of the word, the melancholy of
n ight and th e r i v er. It h u m a n i zes reflections and shadows, It kn o w s
their drama and pain. T hi s reverie participates in the struggle of the
m oon and th e cl ouds. It gives them th e w ill t o s t r uggle, attributin g
this will to all phantasms, to all images that move and change. And
w hen rest c o mes, when h e a v enly b e i ngs accept th e s i m p lest an d
slightest movements of t h e r i v er , t h i s e n o r m ou s r everie takes th e
floating moon for th e slain body of a betrayed woman; it sees in the
offended moon a -Shakespearean Ophelia.
Is it necessary to stress once more that the features of such an image
are in no way of realistic origin? They are produced by a projection of
the dreamer, A st r ong poetic background is necessary for seeing the
image of Ophelia in the Moon reflected in the water,
VIII
If all the interminable reveries of fateful destiny, death, and suicide
are so strongly attached to water, then we should not be surprised to
find that for so many people water is the melancholy element par ex-
cetlence. Better yet, to borrow an expression from Huysmans, water is
the metanchotizing element. Melancholizing water is the dominant fac-
tor in entire works, like those of Rodenbach and Poe. Edgar Allan
Poe's melancholy does not stem &om lost happiness, from an ardent
passion that life has destroyed. It is actually dissolved unhappiness,His
melancholy is truly substantial. "My soul," he says somewhere, "my
s oul was a stagnant tide." L am art ine also found out t h at , d u r in g it s
storms, water is a sufferingelement. Living on the e dge of Lake
Geneva, he wrote, wh ile th e w aves were tossing their spray against
h is window : " I h a v e n e ver s t u d ied th e m u r m u r s , th e m o a ns, t h e
a ngers, the t o r t u r es, th e g r o an s an d t h e u n d u l a t i on s of w a te r s o
25. Albert Beguin, L'Ame romantique etle reve, new ed. (Paris, 1939), p. 56.
26. Heinrich Bruno Schindler, Das magische Geistesleben(1957), p. 57.
27. Victor-Emile Michelet, "Charles Baudelaire," in Figures d'evocateurs(Paris,
1913), p. 41.
T HE CH A RO N COMPLEX • 91
much as during these nights and days spent thus, all alone, in the
m onotonous society of a lake. I could h ave written the poem of t h e
w aters with ou t o m i t t i n g t h e s l i g h t est n o t e . " This poem, I feel,
would have been an elegy. Elsewhere Lamartine also wrote: "Water is
the sad element. Superflumina Babylonis sedimus etflevimus. Why? It is
because water weeps with everyone." W hen th e h eart is sad, all th e
w ater in the wo rld t u rn s int o t ears: "I dipped my silver cup into t h e
bubbling spring; it was filled with tears.'"
No doubt the image of tears will come to mind a thousand times to
explain the sadness of waters, But this parallel is insufficient; I want
t o conclude b y s t r essing th e u n d e r l y in g r e asons for m a r k in g t h e
substance of water with th e sign of its particular form of misfortune.
Death is in it. Up un til n ow, I have for the most part mentioned im-
ages concerning th e j o u r n e y i n t o d e a t h . W a t e r c a r r ies t h i ngs far
away, water passes like the days, But another reverie takes hold of us
to teach us the loss of our being in to tal dissolution. Each of the ele-
m ents has it s ow n t y p e o f d i s s olution , e a rt h i n t o d u s t , f i r e i n t o
s moke. Water d i ssolves more co m pletely. It h e l p s u s t o d i e c o m -
pletely, Such, for example, is Faust's desire in the final scene of
Christopher Marlowe's Doctor Faustus: "0 soul, be chang'd into little
water-drops,/And fall into the Ocean — ne'er be found,"
At certain times, this impression of dissolution penetrates the most
stable, the most optimistic of souls. Thus Claudel has lived through
those hours when "the sky is no longer anything but the mist and the
s pace of wat e r . . . ' " wh en " e v e r y t h i n g i s d i s solved" so t h a t o n e
would look about in vain for "an outline or a form," "Nothing to
mark the horizon but th e cessation of the darkest color. The matter
of which everything is composed is united in a single water, similar to
that of which these tears, which I feel running down my cheek, are
composed." Let anyone live the sequence of these images exactly and
h e will h a v e a n e x a m pl e o f t h e i r p r o g r essive concentration a n d
materialization.
The first to be dissolved is a landscape in the rain; lines and forms
melt away. But l i t t l e b y l i t t l e th e w h o l e w o rl d i s b r o u ght t o gether
a gain in i t s w a t er . A s i n g l em a t t e r h a s t a k e n o v e r e v e r y t h i n g .
"Everything is dissolved."
We shall be able to judge what philosophic depth a poet who ac-
cepts the total lesson of reverie can attain if we relive that admirable
image by Paul Eluard: "I was like a boat sinking in enclosed water/
Like a dead man, I had but one element,"
Closed-in water t a kes death i n t o i t s b o s om. W a ter m a kes death
elemental. Water dies with the dead in its substance. Water is then a
s ubstantial nothingness. No one can go further int o despair than t h i s .
For certain souls, urater is the matter of despair.
Water in Combination with O t her Elements
Apply not only the eye to truth, but all
that is in you, without reservation.
PAUL CLAUDEL, Connaissance de t'Est
childlike reverie. How, for example, could a child fail to admire the
miracle of an oil lamp. Oil floats! Oil which is, after all, thick! And
then doesn't it help water to burn> All sorts of mysteries gather about
an astonishing th i ng, and r everie stretches out in every direction as
soon as it takes wing.
In the same way , "the phial of the four elements" in elementary
physics is handled like a strange toy. It encloses four nonmiscible li-
quids which form l evels according to t h eir density; therefore it
multiplies the illustration of the oil lamp, This "phial of the four
elements" provides a good model for distinguishing between a presci-
e ntific m in d and a m o d ern m i nd ; it ca n h elp us t o c atch vain
philosophic reveries at the outset. For a modern mind, there is an im-
m ediate rationalization, It k n o w s t h a t w a ter is onl y on e of a t h o u -
sand other liquids. It knows that each liquid is characterized by its
density. The difference in density among nonmiscible liquids suffices
t o explain the ph en omenon .
A prescientific m i nd , o n t h e c o n t r a ry , fl ees from science toward
philosophy. We read, for example, in connection with the phial of
the four elements in Theology of Water by Fabricius — an author whom
we shall quote several times because his work is a fairly good example
of this dream-physicsthat mixes the most unbelievable nonsense with
the positive teaching of a Pascal-
It is what gives us the sight, as agreeable as it is common, of four li-
quids of different weights and different colors, which, when they
have been shaken up together, do not stay mingled; but as soon as
the vessel is set down.. . b egin to look for and find their natural
places. The black one, which represents earth, goes down to the
bottom, the gray takes its place just above to represent water; the
third liquor, which is blue, comes next and represents air. Finally
the lightest, which is red like fire, gains the top.~
The image of the sun, the fire-star coming out of the Sea, is the
dominant objective image here. The sun is the Red Swan. But the im-
agination moves endlessly between Cosmos and microcosm. It alter-
nately projects the small on the large, the large on the small. If the
Sun is the glorious bridegroom of the Sea, then the water must "give
h erself" to the fire, and the fire must "t ake" the water in pr oport i o n
to this libation. Fire begets his mother, there lies a formula which the
alchemists, without knowing the Rig-Veda, will use to excess. It is a
primordial image of material reverie,
8. Pierre Saintyves, Corpus de folklore des eaux en France and dans les colonies
frangaises(Paris, 1934), pp. 54-55.
W A T E R IN C O M B INATION • 99
Finally, "It flashes, it sparkles, abroad now it flows!" And the sirens
sing in ch'oru's: '"
What marvel illumines the billows, which dash
Against one another in glory. They flash,
They waver, they hitherward glitter, and bright
All forms are ablaze in the pathway of night;
And all things are gleaming, by fire girt around
Prime source of creation, let Eros be crowned!
Hail, ye billows! Hail to thee,
Girt by holy fire, 0 sea!
Water, hail! Hail, fire's bright glare!
Hail to this adventure rare!9
9. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust Part lI, ed. F. H. Hedge, trans. A. Swan-
wick (Boston, 1884), act 2, sc. 1, lines 1897, 1900, 1905-07, 1912-22.
100 • cH AP T E R F OUR
ages are unpolished, their sexual features are rather easy to see. Thus,
many are the legends of fountains that spring up on land which has
been struck by lightning. A spring is often born "of a thunderbolt,"
S ometimes, co n v ersely, l i g h t n i n g c o m e s o ut o f a v i o l e n t l a k e .
Decharme wond ers if N e p t u n e's tr i d ent i s no t " t h e t h r e e-pronged
t hunderbolt o f t h e g o d o f t h e h e a v e ns, t r a n sferred l ater t o t h e
sovereign of the deep."'
In a later chapter, I shall stress the feminine characteristics of imagi-
nary water. Here I only w ant to show th e matri m o n ial nature of the
chemistry common to fire and water, In the presence of the virility of
fire, the feminin ity of w a ter cannot be r emedied, It cannot t ake on
masculine qualities. United, these two elements create everything. In
numerous passages, Bachofen has s hown t h a t t h e i m a g i n a t i o n
dreams of Creation as an intimate union of the dual power of fire and
w ater. Bachofen proves that t hi s un io n i s no t ep h emeral." I t i s t h e
condition necessary for conti n u ous creation. When th e im agination
dreams of the durable union of water and fire, it forms a mixed
material image of u n u sual pow er. It i s t h e m a t e rial im age of urarm
humidity. For many cosmogonic reveries, it is ~a rm humidity that is
the fundamental principle, This animates the inert earth and causes
all living forms to rise up out of it, Bachofen shows that in num erous
texts Bacchus is designated as the master of all humidity: "ats Herr
atler Feuchtigheit."
It i s therefore easy to confirm t h a t t h i s n o t i on of w a rm h u m i d i t y
has a strangely privileged place in many minds. Through it, creation
proceeds at a slow but steady pace. Time is engraved into matter that
has been well simmered, We no longer know what is functioning; is it
fire, is it water, is it time? This triple uncertainty allows us to have an
answer for everything. When a philosopher attaches himself to a no-
tion like urarm humidity in o r d er to f o u nd h i s c o smogony, he
rediscovers such intimate convictions that no objective proof can em-
barrass him. In fact, we can see functioning here a psychological prin-
ciple that I have already mentioned: ambivalence is the surest basis
for indefinite valorizations. The notion of warm humidity gives rise
to an ambivalence of unbelievable power. It is no longer a question of
an ambivalence that plays only upon superficial and changing quali-
IV
By putting i n t h i s section some remarks on th e c o m b i n at ions of
Water and Night, I may seem to be rejecting my general thesis on im-
aginary matter. Indeed, night seems to be a un i v ersal phenomenon
that may easily be t aken fo r a n i m m e nse being asserting its power
over all of n at ure, but w i t h ou t t o u c h in g m aterial substances in any
way, If Night is personified, it is as a goddess whom nothing resists,
who envelops everything, who hides everything; she is the goddess of
the Veil.
Nevertheless, reverie about substances is so common and so invin -
c ible that th e i m a g i n ation c o m m o nl y a c cepts dreams of an a c t i v e
night, a penetrating night, an insinuating night, or of a night that in-
vades the substance of things. Then Night is no longer a draped god-
dess, no longer a veil that stretches over Land and Sea; Night is made
of night, Night i s a s u b s tance, isn octurnal m a t t er . N i g h t i s
understood by material imagination. An d since water is the substance
that lends itself best to m i x t u r es, night penetrates the waters, dims
the depths of the lake, saturates the pool.
Sometimes the penetration is so deep, so intimate, that for the im -
agination the pond in the middle of the day still retains a little of this
nocturnal m a t t er , a l i t t l e o f t h e s e substantial sh ades. It b e c omes
"stymphalized," It becomes the black swamp where live monstrous
birds, the Stymphalides, "nurslings of A res, w hich sh oo t t h e i r
feathers like arrows, which ravage and soil the &uits of the earth,
which feed on human flesh."" This stymphatization is not, I think, a
vain metaphor. It co r responds to a particular feature of melancholy
imagination. No doubt a stymphalized scene will be explained in part
by its shadowy aspects. But it is not m erely accidental that noctural
impressions are gathered for the purpose of conveying these aspects of
a deserted pond. These nocturnal impressions have a way of collect-
ing, increasing, and i n t e nsifying t ha t i s al l t h ei r o w n . W a t e r g i v es
them a focal point wh ere they can better converge, a substance that
maintains them longer. In m an y n a r r a t ives, accursed places have at
their center a lake of shadows and horror.
An imaginary sea that has taken the Night i nt o its bosom also ap-
f Darkness — Mare
pears in the works of many poets. It is the Sea o
Tenebrarum —in which ancient navigators localized their fright rather
than their experience. Edgar Allan Poe's poetic imagination explored
this Sea of Darkness. Often, no doubt, it is the Sky overcast during a
storm that gives the sea these livid and black shades of color. In Poe's
cosmology, when th ere is a storm at sea, the same peculiar "copper-
colored" cloud always appears. But besides this easy rationalization
which explains the shadow by the screen, we may perceive a direct
substantial explanation in the realm of the imagination. The desola-
tion is so great, so deep, so internal that the water itself is of an "inky
hue." In this ho r r i ble storm, it seems that the excretion of a terrible
cuttlefish has, in a convulsion, darkened all the depths of the sea.
This is the Ma re Tenebrarum, and "a panorama more deplorably
desolate no human im agination can conceive."" T h u s r eality, when
it is unusual, seems like something beyond imagining — a curious in-
v ersion that d eserves some philosophic meditation: go b eyond t h e
imaginable and you will have a reality so strong that it will trouble
your heart and mind. Here are the "lines of the horribly black and
beetling cliff," here is the horrible night that crushesthe Ocean, The
storm then enters the bosom of the floods; it also is a kind of agitated
substance, an internal movement that takes hold of the inner mass; it
is "a short, quick, angry cross dashing of water in every direction."
Reflecting on this, we can see that such an intim ate movement is not
grasped through an objective experience. It is felt in int rospection, as
the philosophers say. Water mixed with night is an old remorse that
will not sleep. . . ,
Night beside the pond brings a specific fear, a sort of humid fear that
penetrates the dreamer and makes him shudder, Night alone would
give a less physical fear. Water alone would give clearer obsessions.
Water at night gives a penetrating fear. One of Poe's lakes, "friendly"
in the light of day, awakes a terror that grows progressively as night
advances:
But when the Night has thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all
And the mystic wind went by
13. Edgar Allan Poe, "The Descent into the Maelstrom," in The Complete Works
of EdgarAllan Poe,ed. James A. Harrison (New York, 1902), 2:226, 227, 235.
M ATE R I N COMBINATION • 103
Murmuring in melody-
Then — ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
When day breaks, the phantoms are no doubt still roaming over
the water. V ai n f ogs that r a v el, they r etire. . .. L i t tl e by l i t t le, it i s
they who are afraid, They dim; therefore they are withdrawing. Con-
versely, when n i g h t c o m es, th e p h a n t om s o f t h e w a t er s b e come
d enser; therefore they ar e a p p r oaching. T e r ro r i n c r eases in m e n ' s
hearts. River phantoms, then, do indeed feed on night and water.
If the fear that comes at night beside a pond is a special fear, it is
because it is a fear that enjoys a certain range. It is very different from
the fear experienced in a grotto or a forest. It is not so near, so con-
centrated, or so localized; it is more flowing. Shadows that fall on
water are more mobile than shadows on earth. Let us Ia'y"some"stress
on'th'eir""movement, on th eir evoluti on. Th e w asherwomen of night
s ettle down w h e n t h e m i s t s b e gi n t o r i s e a l on g t h e r i v e r b a n k .
Naturally, it is during the first half of the night that they lure their
victim. This is a specific instance of that law I wish to repeat on every
possible occasion: imagination is a becoming. Apart from these fear
reflexes, which are not imagined and consequently are difficult to tell
about, terror cannot be comm u n i cated in a literary work u n less it is
an obvious becoming. Nightfall by itself is sufficient to provide a
becoming for phantoms. Of these phantoms, only the relief guard is
aggressive.'
But these phantoms would not be judged aright if they were con-
sidered to be visions. They come nearer to us than that. "N i gh t," says
Claudel, "takes our proof away from us; we no longer know where we
a re... . O u r v i s io n n o l o n ger has the visible as its limit, but th e i n -
visible as its prison, homogeneous, immediate, indifferent, compact,"
Near water, night brings a freshness with it, Over the skin of the
belated traveler runs the thrill of the waters; a viscous reality is in the
air. The o m n i p r esent n i g ht , n i gh t t h a t n e v e r s leeps, awakens the
waters of a pond that is always sleeping, Suddenly one feels the
presence of horrible phantoms that cannot be seen. In the Ard ennes,
reports Berenger-Feraud, there is a w a ter spirit " c a l led th e oyeu of
Doby, which has the shape of a horrible animal ~hich no one has ever
seen," What, then, is this horrible form that is never seenJ It is the be-
i ng that we see when our eyes are closed, the being about which w e
talk when we can no l o n ger express ourselves. Our th r oat t i ghtens,
our features are convulsed and freeze in an unspeakable horror,
S omething cold, l ik e w a t er, t o u ches our f ace. Th e m o n ster in the
night is a laughing medusa.
But the heart is not a l w ays alarmed, There are times when water
and night unite their gentleness. Has Rene Char not tasted nocturnal
matter when he writes: "The honey of night is consumed slowly." For
a soul at peace with itself, water and night together seem to take on a
common fragrance; it seems that the humid shadow has a perfume of
double freshness. Only at night can we smell the perfumes of water
c learly. The sun ha s to o m u c h o d o r f o r s u n li t w a ter t o g iv e us i t s
own.
A poet who knows how to nourish himself, in the fullest sense of
the word, with i m ages, will also know th e taste of night near water.
Paul Claudel writes in The East I Knour:"The night is so calm that it
appears salty to me," The night is like a lighter water that enfolds us
closely from time to time and refreshes our lips. We absorb the night
because there is something of the hydrous in us.
For a material imagination truly alive, an imagination that can take
hold of the material familiarity of the world, the great substances of
nature, water, night, sunlit ai r ar e " h i g hl y seasoned" substances in
themselves. They do not n eed the picturesqueness of spices.
V
The union of water and earth produces an admixture (ta p6te) that
is one of the fundamental schemes of materialism. And it has always
seemed strange to me that philosophy has neglected this topic, In
f act, this admixture seems to me to b e th e b asis of a tr uly i n t i m a t e
materialism in wh ich shape is supplanted, effaced, dissolved. It
presents the problems of materialism in their elementary forms, since
it relieves our intuition of any worry about shape. The problem of
form is given a secondary role. The union of water and earth provides
a n elemental experience with m a t t er .
In .this union (ta pBte) the role of water is obvious. When the
moulding is in progress, the worker can go on to consider the particu-
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lar nature of the earth, the flour or th e plaster; but at the beginning
of his work, his first thought is for water. Water is his first auxiliary. It
is through the action of water that the first reverie of the worker who
moulds begins. Therefore it should not seem surprising that water is
dreamed in active ambivalence. There is no reverie without ambiva-
lence, no am b i v alence wit h ou t r e v erie. No w w a t e r i s d r e amed by
t urns in its roles as softener and as binder. It separates, and it bin d s
together.
The first step is obvious. Water, as they say in outdated chemistry
texts, "moderates the ot her el ements," By d e stroying d r y n ess — the
work of fire — it is the conqueror of f i re. It t a kes patient revenge on
fire; it diminishes fire, It assuages fever in us. More than the hammer,
it destroys lands; it softens substances.
And then th e w or k o f e a rt h an d w a ter t o gether (p6te) continues.
W hen we have succeeded in m a k in g w ater t r ul y p enetrate into t h e
very substance of earth reduced to powder, when flour has drunk up
the water, and when w a ter has eaten up th e fl o ur , t hen th e experi-
ence, the long dream of "binding" begins.
Sometimes the worker dreaming of his task attributes this ability to
bind substantially t h r o ugh th e sh aring of i n t i m ate ties to th e earth
and at other times to the water. In fact, many people unconsciously
love water for its viscosity. Experience with the viscous is connected
with numerous organic images: they occupy the worker endlessly in
his long patient task of moulding.
This is why Michelet can appear to us as an adept in this a priori
chemistry, a chemistry based on un conscious reveries. For him ,
even the purest sea water, far from shore, far from all mixture, is
slightly viscous... . C h emical analyses do not explain this char-
acteristic. In it, there is an organic substance which these analyses
reach only by destroying it, by t a king away from it it s special
properties and reducing it violently to the general elements.
He then finds that the word mucus has fallen quite naturally from his
pen to complete this mixed reverie in w h ic h v i scosity and mu cosity
come in: "W hat is the mucus of the sea? The viscosity which water is
general has? Is it not the universal element of life?"'~
S ometimes viscosity i s a l s o e v i d e nce o f a n o n e i r i c f a t i g ue; i t
15. Jules Michelet, La Mer, ed. William Robertson (Oxford, 1907), pp. 52 — 53.
106 C HAPT E R F O U R
prevents the dream from cont i n u i ng. We then live sticky dreams in a
viscous setting. The kaleidoscope of dreams is filled with round ob-
jects and with sluggish ones. If these flaccid dreams could be studied
systematically, they would lead to a knowledge of mesomorphic imag-
ination — that is, of an imagination in t e rmediate between the formal
and the material. The objects of mesomorphic dream take form only
with great difficulty, and then they lose it; they collapse like soft clay
(pctte), To the sticky, pliable, lazy, sometimes phosphorescent — but
not luminous — object corresponds, I believe, the greatest ontological
density of the oneiric life. Those dreams in which we dream of clay
are by turns struggle or defeat in the effort to create, form, deform, or
mould. As Victor Hugo says: "Everything loses its shape, even the
shapeless."
The eye itself, pure vision, becomes tired of looking at solids. It
needs to dream of deforming. If sight really accepts the freedom of
dreams, everything melts in a liv ing in t u i t i on. Th e " soft watches" of
Salvador Dali stretch and drain from a corner of a table. They live in
a sticky space-time. Like generalized clepsydras, they make flow an
object subjected directly to the temptations of monstrosity. Let any-
one meditate on The Conquest of the Irrational and he will understand
t hat thi s p i c t o r ial H e r a cliteanism is d ependent u po n a r e v e ri e o f
astonishing sincerity. Such profound deformations must engrave the
deformation in the substance. As Salvador Dali says, the soft uratch is
flesh; it is "cheese."" These deformations are often imperfectly under-
stood because they are seen statically. Certain entrenchedcritics too
easily take them for in a n i t ies. They do not l iv e out th e deep oneiric
strength found in th em; they do not participate in the imagination of
rich viscosity that grants, sometimes in a wi nk , th e benefits derived
from a divine deliberateness.
In the prescientific min d t h e r e ar e n u m e r ous tr aces of th e same
musings. Thus for F a b r i cius pure w ater i t self is glue; it c o n t a ins a
substance that has been charged by the unconscious with carrying out
the union already begun between water and earth (p6te); "Water has
a viscous and sticky matter which causes it to adhere easily to wood,
iron, and other r o ugh m at erials,"
It is not only an unknown scholar like Fabricius who thinks with
16. Salvador Dali, Conguestof the Irrational, trans. David Gascoyne (New York,
1935), pp. 24-25.
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duration. This duration, th en, is not formed. It does not have the dif-
ferent resting places provided by successive stages that contemplation
finds in working with solids. This duration is a substantial becoming,
a becoming from w i t h in . I t to o can p r o v ide an objective example of
inner duration, a poor, simple, uneven duration that can be followed
only with h a r d w o r k , a n a n a genetic duration. N e v ertheless, it is a
d uration t ha t i s p r o g ressive and p r o d u ctive. It i s t r u l y a d u r a t i o n
a ssociated with w o r k , T r u e w o r k ers are th ose who h av e t aken t h e
matter in hand. They have the will to produce, a manual will. This
very special will is visible in the ligaments of their hands, Only he
who has crushed the currant and the grape will understand the hymn
to Soma: "Ten fingers curry the charger in the vat." If Buddha has a
hundred arms, it is because he is a moulder.
Clay (pQte)produces the dynamic hand, which is almost the an-
tithesis of the geometric hand of Bergson's homofaber, It is a medium of
energy and no longer merely of form, The dynamic hand symbolizes
the imagination of force.
By meditating on th e d i f f erent t r ades that m o u ld , on e can better
understand the ma t e rial c ause and see all i ts v a r i e ties, The a ct o f
modeling is not sufficiently an alyzed if one m erely concentrates on
forms. Nor is the effect of matter sufficiently explained when one
m erely notes the resistance it offers to the modeling act. All w or k i n
this admixture (p6te)leads to the concept of a truly positive, truly ac-
tive material cause, Here there is a natural projection. Here we have a
particular case of projective thought that conveys all thoughts, all ac-
tions, all reveries from ma n t o t h i n gs, from w o r ker t o t h e p i ece of
work, The Bergsonian theory of homofaber considers the projection
only of lucid thoughts. It neglects the projection of dreams. Trades
that trim an d cu t d o n o t t e l l u s e n o ugh about th e i n n e r n a t ur e of
matter. The projection in t h ese instances remains external, geomet-
ric. Here matter cannot even play a supporting role to actions. It is no
more than what is left over after actions, what has not been cut off.
The sculptor in front of his marble block is a scrupulous servant of
the formal cause. He finds form by eliminating the formless, The
modeler before his clay block finds form by deforming, by a dreamy
evolution of the amorphous. The modeler is the one nearest to the in-
ner dream, to th e vegetating dream.
Is it necessary to add that this very simplified diptych should not
W A T E R IN C O M BIN A T ION • 109
Does not this maternal voice actually come out of the substance? Out
of the matter itself? Matter speaks to Mi chelet through contact with
i ts inmost substance. Michelet grasps the material life of water in it s
essence, in its contr adiction, W a ter " s t r uggles against its own cr ea-
t ion." I t i s t h e o n l y w a y t o d o ev e r y t h i n g , t o d i s s olve an d t o
coagulate,
This bivalent power will always remain the basis of convictions
about continuous fecundity, C ontin u i ng r equires the reuniting of o p-
posites. In his book, From the Goddess Nature to the Goddess Life,
E rnest Seilliere notes in p assing that th e p r o f use vegetation of t h e
swamp is the symbol o f t e l l u r i sm. It i s t h e s u b stantial m ar r iage of
e arth and w a ter r e alized in t h e s w amp t h a t d e t ermines an an o n y -
mous, short, lush, abundant vegetal power. A soul like Michelet's
understands that slime helps us participate in the vegetating, regener-
ating forces of the earth. R ead t h ese extraordinary passages on his
buried life when he has plunged all the way into the oily slime. This
earth,
Clay, too, for many people, will become a theme of endless reveries.
Man will wonder endlessly from what mud, from what clay he is
made. For in order to create, some kind of clay is always needed,
s ome plastic matter, some a m b i guous m atter i n w h i c h e a rt h a n d
water can come t o gether an d u n i t e , G r a m m a r i ans' discussions on
w hether the w or d c lay is m asculine or f em in in e are not v a in . O u r
softness and our solidity are opposites; androgynous participation is
needed. Clay, to be of the right consistency, must have enough earth
and enough water. How b eautiful th e p assage is where Oscar
Vladislas Milosz tells us that we are composed entirely of clay and
t ears, When h e l a cks sorrow an d t e a rs, man i s d r y , p o or , an d a c -
20. Paul Claudel, L'Oiseau Noir dans le soleil levant, 15th ed. (Paris, 1929), p. 242.
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cursed. With a few too many tears, a lack of courage, and stiffening in
the clay, he suffers another kin d o f d estitution: " M a n o f c l ay, tears
h ave drowned your w r e t ched b r a in . W o r d s w i t h ou t salt flo w f r o m
your mouth l ik e w arm w a t er." '
Since I promised myself that in this book I would take every oppor-
tunity to develop a psychology of material imagination, I do not want
to leave these reveries of moulding and kneading without following
another line of material reverie, along which one can trace the slow
and difficult conquest of form by rebellious matter. Here water is ab-
sent. From this point on, the worker will give himself up, as if by acci-
dent, to a parody of vegetal processes. This parody of hydrous power
will help us a l i t tl e t o u n d e r stand th e p o wer of i m a ginary w at er. I
would like to t alk ab out th e r everie of the smith's soul,
A smith's r everie comes late. A s w o r k b e g in s w it h a s o l i d , t h e
worker is, first of all, the consciousness of a will. Will is the first to ap-
pear on th e scene; then cr aft w h i ch , t h r o ugh f i re, pr o d uces malle-
ability. But as, under th e b l ows of th e h a m m er, change is about to
take place, as the bars start to bend, something of the dream of defor-
mation enters the soul of the worker, Then the doors of reverie open
l ittle by litt le. It is then t h a t ftourers of iron are born. It is only exter-
nally, no doubt, that they imitate vegetal glories, but if we follow the
p arody of t h ei r in fl e ctions w it h m o r e s y m p athy , t he n w e f eel t h a t
they have received an inner vegetating power from the worker. Aft er
its victory, the smith's hammer caresses the volute with li t tle taps. A
dream of softness, a vague memory of fluidity is imprisoned in forged
iron. Dreams that have lived in the man's soul continue to live in his
works. The grill that was worked on for so long remains a living
quickset hedge. Along its branches holly, a little stronger, a little
duller than ordinary holly, continues to climb, And for one who can
dream at the boundaries between man and n at ure, for one who can
play on all the poetic inversions, is not field holly in itself a stiffening
of the vegetal, a forged iron>
Moreover, this evocation of the smith's soul can help us to present
material reverie in a new l i g ht . It t a kes a giant, no d o u bt , to soften
iron, but he will yield to dw arfs when it comes to placing the minute
d etails of t r a cings among th e i r o n fl o w e rs. Th e g n om e t h e n t r u l y
It is not because the mountain is green or the sea blue that we love
it, even if we give these reasons for our attraction; it is because some
part of us, of our unconscious memories, finds that it can be re-
incarnated in the blue sea or the green mountain. And this part of
us, of our unconscious memories, is always and everywhere a pro-
duct of our childhood loves, of these loves which in the very begin-
ning went out only to the one who was our source of shelter, our
source of food, who was our mother or our nurse.
To sum up briefly, filial love is the first active principle in the pro-
jection of images; it is the ability of the imagination to project an in -
e xhaustible force that seizes all images and puts them i n t h e m o s t
r eliable human p e rspective: the m a t ernal p erspective, Ot her l o v e s
will come, of course, and be grafted onto the first ability to love. But
none of these loves will ever be able to destroy the priority of our first
feelings. The chronology of the heart is indestructible, Later, the
more metaphoric a love or friendship is, the more it will need to draw
its strength from t h e o n e f u n d a m ental feeling. U n der t h ese condi-
tions, to loee an image is always to illustrate a love; to love an image is
to find, without knowing it, a new metaphor for an old love. To love
the in finite universe is to give a material meaning, an objective mean-
ing, to the in finity of the love for a mother. To love a solitary place,
when we are abandoned by everyone, is to compensate for a painful
a bsence; it is a reminder for us of the one who n ever abandons. . . .
As soon as anyone loves a reality with all his soul, then this reality is
itself a soul and a memory.
first positive and specific happiness, the place where sensuality is per-
mitted. The psychology of lips deserves an extended investigation in
its own right .
Under the cover of this sanctioned sensuality, let me delve a little
deeper into psychoanalytic regions and offer some examples to prove
the fundamental nature of water's "maternity,"
From all evidence, it is the directly human image of milk that is the
psychological basis for the Vedic hymn quoted by Saintyves: "The
w aters, which are our m o t h ers and w h ich desire to take part in t h e
sacrifices, come to us following their paths and distribute their milk
to us,"' It wo uld be a real mistake to see in this passage only a vague
philosophical image of thanksgiving to the divine power for the gifts
of nature. The bond is much more deep-seated than that, and I feel
that a literary image should be given the absolute integrity of its
realism. It might be said that, for the material imagination water, like
milk, is a complete food. The hymn cited by Saintyves continues:
"Ambrosia is in the waters, medicinal herbs are in the waters. .., Oh
Waters, bring all our remedies for disease to perfection so that my
body may benefit from your good offices and that I may for a long
time see the sun."
Water is a milk as soon as it is extolled fervently, as soon as the feel-
ing of adoration for the maternity of waters is passionate and sincere.
When it i m p r esses a sincere person, the h y m na l t on e r e t r ieves the
primitive, Vedic image with strange regularity. In a book that pur-
ports to b e o b j e ctive, almost learned, M i c h elet co m m u n i cates his
Anschauung (view) of the Sea and discovers quite naturally this image
of the milky sea, of the vital sea, of the nourishing sea;
These nourishing waters are thick with all sorts of particles of fat,
suited to the soft nature of fishes, who lazily open their mouths and
breathe, nourished like an embryo in th e womb of a common
mother. Do they know they are swallowing? Scarcely. The micro-
scopic food is like milk that comes to them. The great fatality of the
world, hunger, is reserved for the earth; here it i s p r evented,
unknown. No effort is needed to move, there is no search for food.
Life must float like a dream."z
1. Pierre Saintyves, Corpus de folklore des eaux en France(Paris, 1934), p. 54. See
also Louis Renou, trans., Hymnes et prieresdu Veda (Paris, 1938), p. 33. "Varuna inun-
dates the ground, the earth, and the very sky when he wants milk."
2. Jules Michelet, La Mer, ed. William Robertson (Oxford, 1907), p. 51.
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This last word [fecund] opens up a profound view of sea life. Her
children, for the most part, seem to be foetuses in a gelatinous state
who absorb and who produce the mucous matter, fill the waters to
overflowing with it, give them the fertile softness of an infinite
womb where new children endlessly come to swim as if in a warm
milk."
contradict me, some will insist on the fact that certainly mere vision
a nd contemplation o f t h e s p e ctacles of n a t ur e also seem to e l i c i t
direct images. Some will object, for example, that many poets in-
spired by a tranquil vision tell us of the milky beauty of a peaceful
lake reflecting the light of the moon. Let me then discuss this image,
so often encountered in th e p o etry of w a t ers, A l t h o ugh apparently
unfavorable for these theses on material imagination, it proves in the
end that th e in fl u ence an im age exerts over poets so different from
o ne another must be ex plained in t e rm s of m a t t er, no t f o rm s an d
color.
How, in fact, can we conceive in physical terms of the reality of this
image> In other words, what are the objective conditions that cause
this particular image to be producedl
For a milky image to arise in the imagination, before a lake sleeping
in moonlight, the moonlight must be diffused — water rippling just
enough not to reflect the moonlit surroundings starkly — in short, the
water must go f r o m t r a n s p arence to t r a n slucence, must gradually
become opaque and opalescent. But this is all it can do, Is this really
enough to make poets think of a basin of milk, of the farmwife's foam-
ing pail, of objectivemilk? It does not seem so. Then it must be con-
fessed that neither the principle nor the power of this image lies in
visual stimuli. To justify the poet's conviction, the frequency and the
naturalness of the image, it is necessary to integrate into th e i m age
component parts that are not seen, components whose nature is not
visible, These are precisely the parts through which material imagina-
tion will be made manifest. A psychology of material imagination
alone can explain this image in its real totality and li fe, Let us then
t ry to integrate all the components that set this image in mot i o n .
What is this image of milky water, reallyl It is the image of a warm
and happy night, the image of clear and enveloping matter, an image
that takes air, water, sky, and earth and unites them, a cosmic image,
wide, immense, gentle. If we really live this image, we recognize that it
is not the world that is bathed in milky moonlight, but the spectator
who bathes in a happiness so physical and so reassuring that it brings
back memories of the earliest form of well-being, of the most pleasant
of foods. Therefore, the river's milk will never be frozen, A poet will
never tell us that th e w i n ter m oo n p o urs milky l i ght on th e w at ers,
Warmth of air, softness of light, and peace of soul are necessary for
t his image. These are th e m a t erial co m p onents of th e i m a ge, t h e
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is not disquieted by the moon that he sees every night, till it comes
bodily to him, sleeping or waking, draws near and charms him with
silent movements, or fascinates him with the evil or sweetness of its
touch. He does not retain from this the visual representation, say,
of the wandering orb of light, or of a demonic being that somehow
belongs to it, but, at first, he has in him only the dynamic, stirring
image of the moon's effect, streaming through his body.4
Martin Buber, I and Thou, trans. Ronald Gregor Smith (New York, 1937),
p. 251.
1 22 • CH A P T E R F I V E
Three days later the explorer of the South Pole writes again: "The
heat of the water was extreme, even unpleasant to the touch, and its
milky hue was more evident than ever." It is easy to see that we are
no longer dealing with the sea taken as a whole, in its general aspect,
but with water taken as matter, as a substance that is both warm and
white. It is white because it is warm. Its warmth is noticed before its
whiteness.
From all evidence, instead of a sight, it is a memory t hat i n spires
the narrator — a happy memory, the most tranquil and the most sooth-
ing of memories, the memory of breast milk, of the maternal lap.
Everything points to it in a passage that closes by recalling the sweet
abandon the well-satisfied child who falls asleep on his nurse's breast:
"The Polar winter appeared to be coming on — but coming without its
terrors. I felt a numbness of body and mind — a dreaminess of sensa-
tion — but this was all." The harsh realism of the polar winter is con-
quered. Imaginary milk has fulfilled its function. It has numbed soul
and body. The explorer is thenceforth a dreamer who remembers.
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IV
To be complete, a psychoanalysis of beverages must present the
dialectic of alcohol and milk, of fire and water, of Dionysus against
Cybele. Then it becomes clear that the eclecticism of conscious and
regulated life is impossible to sustain after these revaluations of the
unconscious are lived through, after one becomes aware of the
primary values of material imagination. For example, in Henry of
Ofterdingen, Novalis tells us that in a house Henry's father once asks
for "a glass of wine or milk," as if, in a story so full of mythic sugges-
tion, the dynamized unconscious could hesitate! What a hermaphro-
ditic weakness! Only in life, where politeness masks basic needs, can
one ask for "a glass of wine or milk." But in dream and true myths,
one always asks for what is desired. One always knows what one
wants to drink, always drinks the same thing. What one drinks in a
dream is an infallible clue to the nature of the dreamer,
A more thorough psychoanalysis of material imagination than this
one should be undertaken to develop a psychology of drinks and phil-
ters. Almost fifty years ago, Maurice Kufferath was already saying:
the love potion (der Liebestrank) is, in reality, the very image of the
great mystery of life, the plastic representation of love — of its im-
perceptible birth, its powerful evolution, and it s passage from
dream to full c onsciousness, through which, finally, its tragic
essence appears to us.
And opposing the literary critics who reproached Wagner for the in-
tervention of that "medicine," Kufferath rightly objects: "the phil-
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ter's magic power has no physical role; its role is purely psychologi-
cal.'" The word psychological,however, is too inclusive a word. At the
time Kufferath wrote, psychology did not have at its disposal the
many techniques for study that it has today, The zone of forgetful-
ness is much more differentiated than anyone fifty years ago would
have imagined it could be. The imagination of philters is therefore
subject to mult iple variations. I cannot h ope to develop it along th e
way. My task in t h i s book is to stress fundamental matters. Let me,
then, stress only the fundamental beverage.
Intuition of the fundamental beverage — water nourishing as milk
and conceived of as the nutritive element, the one obviously di-
gested — is so powerful that perhaps through water thus maternatized
the fundamental notion of the element is best understood. The liquid
element then appears as an ultra-milk, milk from the mother of
mothers. In his Fiee Great Odes Paul Claudel somehow bullies his
metaphors into going in a spirited, direct way to th e essence.
Water and warmth are the two things vital to our well-being. We
must know how t o b e economical with t h em . W e m ust u n d erstand
that one tempers the other. It seems that Novalis's dreams and all his
reveries are an endless search for the union of a radical humidity and
a diffuse warmth. We can explain the beautiful oneiric equilibrium of
Novalis's work in this way. Novalis recognized a healthy dream, a
dream that slept well.
Novalis's dreams go to such depth that they may seem exceptional.
All the same, by searching a little and looking beneath formal images,
one can find them in t h eir r u d i m ent ary forms in certain metaphors.
For example, in a line by Ernest Renan we shall recognize a trace of a
Novalisian phantasm, In fact, in hi s Studies on Religious History,
Renan comments on the epithet Ka lliparthenos(of the beautiful
maidens) given the river by calmly saying that these waters "turned
into maidens." Though the image be turned and turned again, no for-
M ATERNA L WATER AND FEMIN INE W A T E R • 129
VI
In Novalis's dream there is also a characteristic barely hinted at,
but nevertheless active, and we must give it its full meaning in order
to have a complete psychology of hydrous dreams,Novalis's dream is,
in fact, one of many in the category of dreams of rocking. When he
enters the marvelous water, the dreamer's first impression is that of
"resting among the clouds in the purple of the evening." A little later,
he seems to be "stretched out on a soft lawn," Wh at, then, is the true
matter that carries the dreamer? It is neither cloud nor soft lawn; it is
water. Cloud and l awn are the expressions; water is the impression.
I n Novalis's dream, water is at th e h e art of th e experience; it con -
tinues to rock the dreamer while he is resting on the river bank, This
is an example of the constant activity of an oneiric material element.
Of the four elements, water is the only one that can rock. It is the
rocking element. This is one more feature of its feminine make-up: it
rocks like a mother. The unconscious does not formulate Archi-
medes' principle; it lives it. In his dreams the bather who is not look-
ing for anything, who does not wake up shouting "Eureka" — like a
psychoanalyst astonished by the smallest discovery — who finds night
"his own setting," loves and knows the lightness acquired in water.
He enjoys it directly, like a dream-knowledge, that knowledge, as we
shall see, which opens up an infinity for him.
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The drifting bark gives the same delights, brings up the same
reveries. It gives, says Lamartine with no hesitation, "one of the most
m ysterious sensual p l e asures i n n ature."9 I n n u m er able l i t e r ar y
references easily prove to us that the enchanting bark, the rom antic
bark is, in certain respects, a rediscovered cradle. During long, calm,
carefree hours, lengthy hours when, lying in the bottom of a lone
bark, we contemplate the sky, to what memory do you give us over>
All images are absent, the sky is empty, but the movement is there,
living, smooth, rhythmic, in a movement scarcely perceptible and
quite silent. Water carries us. Water rocks us. Water puts us to sleep.
Water gives us back our mother.
In such a general theme with as few formal details as the dream of
rocking, material imagination nevertheless leaves its specific mark. To
be rocked on the waves is, for a dreamer, the occasion for a specific
reverie, which deepens as it becomes monotonous. Michelet has
r emarked on i t i n d i r e ctly: "N o m o r e s p ace and n o m o r e t i m e , n o
f ixed point t hat can catch our at t enti on ; and t hen t h ere is no mor e
attention. Deep is the reverie and deeper and deeper. .. an ocean of
dreams on the smooth ocean of w ater."' T h r o ugh t hi s i mage
Michelet tries to depict the lure of a habit that relaxes our attention. I
f
The metaphoric perspective can be reversed, for being rocked on Ii
III
a bark is not the same as reverie in a rocking chair, This reverie in a F~I
lla I
l'll
bark governs a special habit pertaining to dreams, a reverie that
really is a habit. For example, a very important component of Lamar-
tine's poetry would be lost if we were to remove the habit of dreaming
on the w aters. T hi s r everie sometimes has an i n t i m acy of s t r an ge
depth, Balzac does not hesitate to say: "The voluptuous rocking of a
bark vaguely imitates the thoughts that float in a soul."" A beautiful
image of relaxed and happy thought!
These rocked reveries and dreams multiply in the same way as all
dreams and all reveries that are attached to a material element, to a
n atural force. After t hem come other dr eams that conti nue the im -
pression of extraordinary gentleness. They give happiness a taste for
influence of traditions. The poet who has made the most innova-
tions, exploiting a reverie freest from social habits, still bears in his
poems seeds that spring from the social resources of the language. But
forms and words are not all there is in poetry. To link them together,
certain material themes are imperative. My specific task in this book
is to prove that certain substances bring to us their oneiric power, a
kind of poetic solidity that gives unity to true poems. If things help
put our ideas in order, then elementary matter does the same for our
dreams. Elementary m a t ter r e ceives and p r eserves and exalts our
dreams. The ideal of purity cannot be lodged just anywhere, in any
matter. However powerful the purification rites be, they usually seek
a matter that is capable of symbolizing them. Clear water is a con-
stant temptation for a facile symbolism of purity. Any man, with no
guide or social convention, can discover this natural image, A
physics of the imagination, then, must take this natural and direct
discovery into account. It must examine attentively this attributing of
--a value to a material experience which, in this way, shows itself to be
more important t ha n an o r d i n ary experience.
In the specific, limited problem I am treating in this work, there is
therefore a methodological obligation that forces me to set aside the
sociological characteristics of the idea of purity. Here especially I must
be very careful in the use of mythological evidence. I shall use it only
when I find it quite prevalent in the work of poets or in solitary
reverie. Thus I shall relate everything to present-day psychology.
Though forms and concepts harden rapidly, material imagination
still remains an active power. It alone can revitalize traditional images
endlessly; it is the one that constantly breathes new life into certain
old mythological forms. It gives life back to forms by transforming
them, for a form can not t r a n sform itself. It is contrary to its natur e
for a form to transform itself. If we encounter a transformation, we
may be sure that material imagination is at work behind the meta-
morphosis. Culture transmits forms to us too often in mere words. If
we knew how to rediscover, in spite of culture, a little natural reverie,
a little reverie about nature, we would understand that symbolism is
a material power. Our personal reverie would very naturally reform
atavistic symbols because they are natural symbols, Once more I
must emphasize that a dream is a natural force. As we will have occa-
sion to note again, no one can know purity without dreaming it. No
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one can dream it forcefully, without seeing the mark, the proof, the
s ubstance of it in n a t u r e .
reasons for them: they will imagine a Hesiod concerned about the
teachings of elementary hygiene. As if there were, for man, a natural
hygiene!Is there even an absolute hygiene? There are so many ways of
enjoying good health!
In point of fact, only psychoanalytic explanations can see clearly
through the taboos proclaimed by Hesiod. The proof is not far away,
The text that I have just quoted is found on the same page as another
taboo: "Do not urinate while standing facing the sun."' This one ob-
viously has no utilitarian value. The practice it prohibits does not en-
danger the purity of light.
From this point on, the explanation that is valid for one paragraph
must be valid for the other. The virile protest against the sun, against
the father-symbol, is well known to psychoanalysts. The taboo that
p rotects the sun from t h i s o u t r age also protects the river. A s i n g l e
rule of primitive morality here defends the paternal majesty of the
sun and the maternity of th e w aters.
This taboo is made necessary — is still necessary today — because of a
permanent, unconscious drive. Pure, clear water, in fact, is for the un-
c onscious a summ on s t o p o l l u t i on . H o w m a n y t a i n t e d f o u n t a i n s
there are in t h e c o u n t r y ! I t i s n o t a l w ay s a q u estion of d e l iberate
meanness delighting in the anticipated disappointment of passers-by,
The "crime" aims higher than an offense against men. There is, in
c ertain of i t s c h a r a cteristics, a sacrilegious tone. I t i s a n o u t r a g e
against nature, the mot h er .
Therefore, in legends there are numerous punishments inflicted on
vulgar passers-by by the powers of nature personified. Here, for ex-
ample, is a legend from Lower Normandy that has been recorded by
Sebillot:
The fairies who have just surprised a boor who has polluted their
fountain are in secret conference: "What do you wish for the one
who muddied our water, my sister?" "That he become a stammerer
and never be able to articulate a word." "And you, my sister?"
"That he always go about with his mouth open and stand gaping in
the street." "And you, my sister?" "That he never take a step
without, with all due respect to you, breaking wind."~
that strange river, that dumping-ground for filth, that bilge which
is the color of slate and melted lead, frothing, here and there, with
greenish eddies, starred with muddy spittle, which gurgles on the
sluice gate and is lost, sobbing in the holes of a wall. In places, the
water seems crippled and eaten away with leprosy; it stagnates,
then stirs its flowing soot and takes up its journey again, slowed
down by mire... . Th e Bievre is nothing but a moving dung-heap.3
feels circulating in him and around him black and muddy currents,
rivers Styx whose heavy waters are burdened with evil. The heart is
stirred by this dynamics of blackness, and our sleeping eyes follow,
endlessly, black upon black, this becoming of blackness.
The manicheism of pure and impure water, however, is far from be-
ing a balanced one. The m oral b alance leans, unquestionably,
toward purity, toward the good side. Water is inclined toward good.
Sebillot, who analyzed an enormous folklore on water, is struck by
the small number of cursed fountains. "The devil is rarely associated
with fountains and very few bear his name, while a great number are
named for saints and many for a fay."~
IV
N or must we assign a rational basis too readily to th e n u m e r ou s
themes of purification by water. To purify oneself is not purely and
simply to wash. There is no justification for speaking of the need for
cleanliness as a primitive need that man might have recognized with
his inborn wisdom. Very well-informed sociologists have allowed
themselves to fall into this trap. Thus Edward Tylor, after recounting
that the Zulus perform many ablutions to purify th emselves after at-
tending funerals, adds: "It is to be noticed that these ceremonial prac-
tices have come to mean something distinct from m ere cleanliness."
But, to affirm t ha t t h ese practices "have come to mean something"
different from the original meaning, we must have documents con-
cerning this original meaning. Very often there is nothing in the ar-
cheology of customs that allows us to grasp an original meaning
which brought a useful, reasonable, and healthy practice into being.
Tylor himself gives us evidence of a kind of purification by water that
has no connection with a regard for cleanliness: "Kaffirs, who will
purify themselves from ceremonial uncleanness by washing, are not
in the habit of washing themselves... for ordinary purposes." Thus
this paradox emerges: The Kaffir ~ashes his body only mhen his soul is
dirty. Many jump to the conclusion that people who are meticulous
in the matter of purification by water are worried about hygienic
cleanliness. Tylor also makes this remark:
5. Sebillot, 2:187.
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This time pure water is so highly valorized that nothing, it seems, can
defile it. It is a substance of good.
Rohde is another scholar who fails to avoid certain rationaliza-
tions. Recalling the principle that recommends the use for purifica-
tion of water from gushing springs or rivers, he adds: "In water thus
drawn from running sources the power of washing off and carrying
away the evil still seemed to be inherent, When the pollution is
unusually severe it has to be purged by the water from several run-
ning springs." "Even the water from fourteen different springs might
be used as a purification from murder" (Suidas), Rohde does not em-
phasize clearly enough that running water, gushing water, is primi-
tively living ~ater, It is this life that remains attached to its substance
which accomplishes the purification. The rational value — the fact
that the current carries refuse away — is too easy to refute for anyone
to hold it in the slightest esteem. It is the result of reasoning. All pur-
ity is, in fact, substantial, All purification must be thought of as the
action of a substance. The psychology of purification is dependent on
material imagination and no t o n a n e x t e r nal experience.
On a primitive level, then, we require of pure water a purity both
active and substantial. Through purification one participates in a fer-
tile, renovating, polyvalent force. The best proof of this inner power
is that it is contained in each drop of the liquid. The texts in which
purification appears as a simple aspersion are innumerable. Fossey, in
his book, Assyrian Magic, stresses the fact that in purification by
water "it is n ever a question of i m m ersion, but o r d i n a r ily of asper-
s ions, either isolated or repeated seven or two times seven times." I n
the Aeneid, "three times he [Corinaeus] passes among the company
bearing pure water and the auspicious olive branch with which he
sprinkles the men lightly and purifies them."
As long as the sun's fire is dispersed, it can have no effect on our vital
f ire, C o n d ensation f i r s t p r o d u ces it s m a t e r i alization, t h e n g i v e s
dynamic value to the pure substance, The elementary spirits are at-
tracted b y t he e l e m e nts, O n e m o r e l i t t l e m e t a p h o r, a nd w e c a n
understand that this attraction is a kind of friendship. We yield, after
all this chemistry, to psychology.
In the same way, for th e C o unt o f G a balis water becomes a
14 f i cHAPTER sIx
VI
As I said at the beginning of this chapter, these remarks fail to get
to the heart of the problem of a relationship between purification and
natural purity. The problem of natural purity would itself require ex-
tensive exposition, Let it suffice for us to evoke an intuition that casts
some doubt on this natural purity. Thus, while studying the Spirit of
Liturgy by Romano Guardini, Ernest Seilliere writes
Consider water, for example, so perfidious, so dangerous too, in its
movements and gyrations which resemble incantations or spells, in
its eternal unrest. Well, then, liturgic rites of benediction exorcise
and neutralize whatever malevolent element may be hiding in its
depths, curb its demoniacal powers, and, awakening in it powers
which are more suitable to its (good) nature, discipline its intangible
and mysterious powers which they put in the service of the soul, all
the while stifling what is magical, engaging and bad in it. Anyone
who has not e x perienced that, i n sists our poet o f C h r i stian
ceremonies, does not understand Nature: but liturgy penetrates its
148 o C HAPTER SI X
secrets and shows us that in it are sleeping the same latent pocuersas
are in the soulsof men.'
If one digs in the earth, one finds water, The bottom of the sacred
basin, around which would crowd row upon row of thirsty souls,
would then be filled with a l a k e. ... This is not th e place to
elaborate upon the immense symbolism of Water, which chiefly
signifies the Sky. . . .
for the river's entire course, The strength comes from the source. The
imagination barely takes tributaries into consideration. It wants geog-
raphy to be the history of a king. The dreamer who sees a river flow
by calls up the legendary origin of the river, the far-off source. There
i s a potential euhemerism in all th e great forces of nature, But t h i s
secondary euhemerism must not cause us to forget the profound and
c omplex sensualism of material imagination. In t hi s chapter, I ho p e
to show the import ance of sensualism in the psychology of water.
This primitive sensualism, which provides arguments for a natural-
i stic doctrine of active images in my t hs, offers a reason for th e i m -
aginary supremacy of spring water over ocean water. For such a sen-
sualism the need to feel directly, to t o uc h an d t a ste, supplants the
pleasure of seeing. For example, the materialism of the drink can
o bliterate the idealism of vi sion. A m a t e r i alistic component t ha t i s
weak in appearance can distort a c o smology, Learned cosmologies
make us forget that naive cosmologies have direct sensual features. As
soon as we give material imagination its rightful place in im aginary
cosmologies, we shall realize that fresh ~ater is the true mythical urater.
It is a fact too long ignored by myt h o logists that sea water is an in-
human water, that it f a ils in th e f i rst duty of every revered element,
which is to serve man directly. No doubt sea gods animate the most
diverse mythologies, but I still wonder if sea mythology can be, in
each case and in every aspect, a primit ive myt h o logy.
First of all, as far as I can determine, sea mythology is local mythol-
o gy. It c o n c e rn s o n l y t h e i n h a b i t a nt s o f a c o a st . F u r t h e r m o r e,
historians, too easily swayed by logic, decide too readily that the in-
h abitants of c o a stal r e gions ar e n e cessarily sailors. For n o g o o d
reason they endow all these beings — men, women, and children-
with a real and complete experience of the sea, They do not r e alize
that the distant voyage and the sea adventure are primarily adven-
tures and voyages that have been narrated. For the child who l istens
to the traveler, the first experience with th e sea is on the order of a
story. The sea gives tales before giving dreams. The division — so psy-
chologically important — between story and myth is poorly drawn as
regards sea mythology, In t h e e nd , n o d o u b t , t h e s t o r ies catch up
with the dreams; the dreams, finally, are nourished — though only in
T HE SU PREM AC Y O F F R ES H W A T E R • 153
a small way — by the stories. But the stories do not really participate in
the fabulating power of n a t u ral d r eams — sea stories, even less than
any others, since the traveler's accounts are not verified psychologi-
cally by the hearer, It is useless for one who comes from afar to lie.
The sea hero always returns from distant places; he comes back from
a beyond, He never speaks of the shore. The sea is fabulous because it
comes first of all from the lips of the traveler who has taken the
l ongest journey. I t c r e a tes fables about w h a t i s d i s t a nt , N a t u r a l
dreams create a fable about what has been seen, touched, and eaten
by the dreamer. It is wrong in psychological studies to obliterate this
first expressionism that d e t r a cts from t h e e s sential im p ressionism of
dreams and material imagination. The narrator says too much for the
hearer to feel it v er y m u ch , T h e sea-oriented unconscious is, from
then on , a sp o k en un c o nscious, an u n c o n s cious too d i s p ersed in
adventure tales, an un c onscious that n e ver sleeps. It th erefore im-
mediately loses all its oneiric powers. It is less profound than that
unconscious which dreams about common experiences and which
continues during the night th e in t erm i n able reveries of the daytime.
Sea mythology, then, rarely touches the origins of fable-making.
Of course, I need not point to the influence of learnedmythology,
which forms an obstacle to the exact psychological study of myths. In
learned mythology, we begin with the general instead of the specific,
We think we can make others understand without taking the trouble
to make them feel. Every subdivision of the universe acquires a god
designated by name, Neptune takes the sea; Apollo the sky and light.
Now it is nothing more than a question of vocabulary. A psycholo-
gist of myths should, therefore, make an effort to rediscover the
things behind the names, to live before the narratives and tales, the
p rimitive r everie, th e n a t u r a l r e v e rie, th e s o l i t ary r e v erie, w h i c h
gathers the experiences of all the senses and projects all our phan-
tasms on all objects, This reverie, once again, must place common
water, everyday water, before the infin ity of th e sea.
He will soon be, then, the god of fresh mater, the god of terrestrial
water. At T r o ezen "he was offered the first fruits of the earth," He is
honored under the name of Poseidon Phythalmios, He is, then, "the
god of vegetation." Every divinity concerned with plant life is a fresh
w ater divin i ty , a d i v i n i t y r e l a ted t o t h e g o d s of t h e r a i n a n d t h e
clouds.
In primitive mythologies, it is also Poseidon who causes springs to
gush forth, And Charles Ploix compares the trident to "the magic
wand with which one can discover springs." Often this "wand"
operates with male violence. To defend Danaus's daughter against a
satyr's attack, Poseidon th r ow s hi s t r i d ent , w h ic h b u r ies itself in a
rock; "Withdrawing it again, he causes three rivulets, which become
t he fountain at L e r na , t o fl o w o u t . " I t i s r e adily apparent t hat t h e
sorcerer's wand has quite a long history! It also participates in a very
old, very simple psychology! In the eighteenth century it was often
called Aaron's rod; its magnetism is masculine. Even in our day, when
talents are mixed, women " w ater-diviners" are rarely mentioned, In
the same way, since springs are provoked by the hero in such a
masculine act, it should not be surprising that spring water, above all
others, should be a feminine water.
Charles Ploix concludes: "Poseidon, then, belongs to fresh water."
It is fresh water in general because the waters, scattered in a thousand
springs over the country, all h ave " t heir fetishes."' In hi s f i rst
generalization, Poseidon is consequently a god who generalizes the
gods of springs and rivers. By associating him with the sea, people
only continued this generalization, Moreover, Rohde has shown that
when Poseidon takes possession of the vast sea, when he is no longer
attached to a particular river, he is already a sort of deified concept.2
F urther, there remains attached to the ocean itself a memory of th i s
primitive mythology. By Oceanus, says Ploix, "we must understand
.. . n o t t h e s e a , bu t t h e g r ea t r e servoir o f f r esh w a t er (potamos),
located in the far corners of the earth."
One could not better show how the dreamy intuition of fresh water
persists despite adverse circumstances. Water from the sky, fine rain,
the friendly and salutary spring give more direct hints than all the
water in the sea. It is a perversion that has put salt in th e sea. Salt
1. Charles Ploix, La Nature des dieux(Paris, 1888), pp. 444, 446, 449, 450, 452.
2. Erwin Rohde, Psyche (London and New York, 1925), p. 94.
156 • C H A P T E R SEVEN
IV
As regards gentleness, like freshness we can follow almost materi-
ally the formation of the metaphor that causes all assuaging qualities
to be attributed to water. Through certain insights water, so gentle to
the palate, becomes materially gentle. An e x ample taken from
Boerhaave's chemistry will show us the significance of this substan-
tialized gentleness.
For Boerhaave, water is very gentle. In fact,
2. Gabriele d'Annunzio, Forse che si, force cheno, trans. Donatella Cross, 17th ed.
(Paris, 1910), p. 37.
3. Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra, in The Philosophy of Nietpsche(New
York, n.d.), p. 5't.
V IOLENT W A T E R • 163
How could one show that things, objects, forms, and the many-
colored picturesqueness of nature are dispersed and effaced when the
call of the element resounds? The call of water demands, as it were, a
total offering, an inner offering, Water needs an inhabitant. It sum-
mons like a fatherland. In a letter to W. M, Rossetti that Lafourcade
quotes, Swinburne writes: "I have never been able to be on the water
But these are ambivalences working on the will for power, which
governs everything. As Georges Lafourcade puts it: "The sea is an
enemy who seeks to vanquish and w h o m w e m u st v a n q uish; these
waves are so many blows we must face; the swimmer has the feeling
that he hurls his whole body against his adversary's limbs." Let us
r eflect on th e v ery u n u sual n at ure of t h i s p ersonification wh ich i s ,
nevertheless, so accurate! The combat is seen before the combatants.
More precisely, the sea is not a b od y t h a t can b e seen, nor even a
body that can be grasped. It is a dynamic environment that responds
to the dynamic quality of our assaults. Even though visual images
arise from the imagination and give a form "to the adversary's limbs,"
we should certainly recognize that these visual images come second
and in a subordinate position because of the necessity of conveying to
the reader an essentially dynamic image that is itself primary and
direct and which, therefore, has its origin in dynamic imagination, in
the imagination of courageous movement. This fundamental dy-
namic image is, then, a kind of struggle in itself. More than anyone
else, the swimmer can say: the world is my will; the world is my prov-
ocation. It is I wh o stir up th e sea.
To experience the taste, the ardor, the virile delights of this "strug-
g le in itself," let us not p r o ceed too qu i ckly to a c o n c lusion, to t h e
end of the exercise when the swimmer rejoices in his success, finds
peace in healthy fatigue. To characterize dynamic imagination, let us
rather, as before, consider the action in the light of its premises; and
even though we wish to construct an image of "pure swimming" as a
specific type of "pure dynamic poetry," let us first psychoanalyze the
swimmer's pride when he dreams of his impending prowess. We shall
realize that his thought is an imaged provocation.Even in his reverie,
he is already saying to the sea: "Once more I am going to swim against
you, I am going to fight, proud of my new strength, fully aware of my
a bounding strength , a g ainst y ou r c o u n t l ess waves." T h i s e x p l o i t
dreamed by the will is the experience about which poets of violent
w ater sing. I t i s m a d e u p l e s s o f m e m o r ies t ha n o f a n t i c i p ation .
Violent water is a schema for courage.
Lafourcade, however, proceeds a little too rapidly to the complexes
of classical analysis. These general complexes must be rediscovered by
psychological analysis: all individual complexes are, in point of fact,
products of p r i m i t iv e c o m p l exes, but p r i m i t iv e c o m plexes become
capable of giving aesthetic experience only if they take on the distinc-
t ive characteristics of a c o s m i c e x p e rience b y a c q u i r in g c o l o r f u l
features and by being embodied in objective beauty. If the Swinburne
complex develops an Oedipus complex, the setting must be in propor-
tion to the person. That is why only swimming in n at ural waters, in
the middle of a lake or river, can awaken complexual forces. The
swimming pool, with it s ri diculous name, will never give its true set-
ting to the working out of a complex. It will also fail to provide the
ideal of solitude, so necessary for the psychology of a c o smic
challenge. In order to project our will successfully, we must be alone,
Poems about voluntary swimming are poems about solitude. The
swimming pool will always lack the fundamental psychological ele-
m ent that makes swimming healthy from a m o ral po int of v i e w .
Even though will furnishes the dominant theme for poetry about
swimming, feeling, naturally, is also present. It is thanks to feeling
that the special ambivalence of the struggle against water, with its vic-
tories and its defeats, can be included in the classic ambivalence of
V IOLEN T W'ATER • 169
pain and joy. Moreover, we shall see that the ambivalence is un-
balanced. Fatigue is the destiny of the swimmer: sadism, sooner or
later, must yield to m asochism,
First and foremost, in the exaltation of vi olent waters, sadism and
masochism are for Swinburne quite mixed, as is fitting for a complex-
ual nature. Swinburne says to the wave:
But there comes a moment when the adversary is the stronger, when,
consequently, masochism comes to the fore, Then, "each wave hurts,
each one cuts like a whip." "The scourging of the surf made him red
from the shoulders to the knees, and sent him on the shore whipped
by the sea into a single blush of the whole skin. ..," And faced with
such metaphors, often repeated, Lafourcade rightly calls to mind the
ambivalent suffering of flagellation, which is so characteristic of
masochism.
If we recall now that this flagellation appears in a narrated s~im,
that is, as a metaphor of a metaphor, we will understand that this is a
literary masochism, a virtual masochism. In the psychological reality
of masochism, flagellation is a preliminary condition for pleasure; in
literary "reality," flagellation appears only as a consequence, as the
sequel to excessive happiness. The sea flagellates the man whom she
has conquered and thrown up on th e shore, Nevertheless, this inver-
sion must not deceive us. The ambivalence of pleasure and pain
marks poems as it marks life. When a poem strikes a dramatic, am-
bivalent note, we feel that it is the multiplied echo of a valorized mo-
ment when the good and evil of a whole universe are bound together
in the poet's heart. O nce again, imagination can r aise insignificant
incidents of private life to the cosmic plane, The imagination is
awakened by these dominant images. A great part of Swinburne's
poetics can be explained through this dominant image of flagellation
by the floods. Therefore, I consider myself justified in using Swin-
burne's name to designate a special complex. The Surinburnecomplex,
I am sure, will be recognized by all swimmers, Above all, it will be
recognized by swimmers who tell about their swimming experiences,
170 • C H A P T E R EI GHT
The gesture of the hair flung back is in itself signiflcant. It is the mo-
ment of resolution, the sign that th e swimmer accepts the challenge
of combat, This movement of the head marks a will to be the head of
a movement. The swimmer tr uly comes face to face with the waves;
then "the waves bound beneath me," says Byron in "Childe Harold,"
"as a steed that kn ows his rider."
Of course there are many other types of swimming besides the
violent and active kind that we have just examined in this paragraph.
A complete psychology of water could find passages in literature in
which a dynamic communion between the swimmer and the waves
appears. For example, John Charpentier very aptly says of Coleridge:
"He surrenders himself to its dreamy seduction; he lolls in it like the
medusa in the sea, where she swims lightly, seeming to espouse the
rhythm of its parachute-like swelling, to caress the currents with her
soft, floating umbels."" Through this image, lived so completely from
a dynamic point of view, so faithful to the forces of material imagina-
tion, John Charpentier helps us to reach an understanding of the
relaxed, eotumetric swim at the precise dividing point between active
and passive, floating and propulsion, which is allied to the reverie of
10. George G. N. Byron, "The Two Foscari," in The Poems and PlaysfoLord Byron
(London and New York, 1927 — 1933), 3:382.
11. John Charpentier, Coleridge, LeSomnambule sublime (Paris, 1928), p. 135.
V IOLEN T WATER • 171
IV
Is there a more banal theme than that of the Ocean's anger?A calm
sea is suddenly seized with wrath. It grumbles and roars. It is given all
the metaphors of fury, all the animal symbols of fury and rage. It
shakes its lion's mane, Its foam resembles "the saliva of a leviathan,"
"the water is full of claws."" Thus, Victor Hugo composed in Toilers
of the Sea an admirable psychology of the tempest. In these passages,
12. Victor Marie Hugo, Les Travailleurs,in Oeuvres completes de Victor Hugo
(Paris, 1905), 11:178.
172 • CHA P T E R E IG HT
felt a real tempest in his own soul when [the sea] became angry; he
breathed in his anger in sharp hisses, he ran along with the enor-
mous tears which broke into a thousand liquid fragments against
the rocks, he felt as dauntless and as terrible as the sea itself and like
it bounded in prodigious retreats; he kept its dismal silences, he im-
itated its sudden mercies.'
on her body,"" We can see that the sea has an animal fury, a human
fury.
Here, then, is a novelist who must depict the revolt of a wounded
soul, of a much-beloved woman, betrayed by life, embittered by the
most unjust of betrayals, and the writer finds nothing better to repre-
sent so intimate a revolt than the game of a child who defies the
Ocean! That is because images of our earliest imagination govern our
entire life, because they are placed as if of their own will on the axis of
human dramas, The tempest gives us the natural images of passion,
A s Nov alis, w it h h i s g e n i u s fo r d i r e c t e x p r ession, p ut s i t , "The
tempest encourages passion."
Thus when we go to the root of images, when we relive images in
t heir basic m atter an d s t r e n gth , w e c a n d i s cover th e e m o t io n i n
passages unjustly accused of declamation — as if declamation itself
were not, by vi r tue of its beauty, a verbal tempest, a passion for ex-
pression. Thus when we understand the realistic meaning of a Swin-
burne complex, we discover a note of sincerity in a passage like this
one:
daughter was named Ondine — tells how, coming back alone from
America, at the age of fifteen, she had herself fastened securely in the
shrouds by th e sailors so as to be p r esent wit h out g r o ans, with o ut
cries, without a murm ur, at "the moving spectacle of the tempest and
the fight waged by men against the unleashed elements."' Without
m aking an y j u d g m en t c o n c e r n in g t h e t r u e f a c t s o f t h i s d i s t a n t
memory or wondering if it might not be one of those recurrent scenes
of heroism so frequent in writers' "childhood memories," let us note
in passing the great prerogative of a psychology of the imagination:
the exaggeration of a n a c t ua l f act p r o ves no t h ing — quite the con -
trary — against a fact of the imagination. The imaginedfact is more
important than the real fact. In Marceline Desbordes-Valmore's re-
collections, memory dr a matizes;t herefore we can be s u re t h a t t h e
writer imagines. The drama of the young orphan girl has been
engraven in a great image, Her courage in the face of life has found its
symbol in her courage before the sea in fury,
Moreover, there are cases in which we see a sort of guarded, con-
trolled Swinburne complex in action, They provide, I believe, valu-
able confirmation of my theses on dynamic imagination. What is true
human calm> It is calm acquired by self-control; it is not natural
calm. It is calm gained by defeating violence and anger. It disarms the
adversary, imposes its calm on th e a d v ersary, declares peace in the
world. We dream of a magic, reciprocal accord between the world
and man. Edgar Quinet expresses this magic of the imagination with
singular force in his great poem about Merlin the Magician:
What dost thou do to pacify the furious sea?
I control my own anger."
To curb the tumult u ous sea with a glance, as Faust's will desires, to
throw a stone at the hostile floods, as Michelet's child does, these are
the same image in dynamic imagination. It is the same dream of a will
for power. This unexpected bringing together of Faust and a child
may help us to understand that th ere is always a little naivete in the
will for power. The destiny of the will for power is, in effect, to dream
of power beyond actual power. Without this fringe of dream, the will
for power would be powerless. It is through its dreams that the will
for power is most aggressive. From this point on, he who would be a
superman very naturally rediscovers the same dreams entertained by
the child who would be a man, To govern the sea is a superhuman
dream. It is both an inspired and a childlike will.
V
In the S~inburne complex, the masochistic elements are numerous.
We can relate to the psychology of violent waters a complex that is
more clearly sadistic; it might be called the Xerxescomplex.
Let us look at an anecdote told by Herodotus;"
To this shore, then, beginning at Abydos, they, on whom this task
was imposed, constructed bridges, the Phoenicians one with white
flax and the Egyptians the other with papyrus. The distance from
Abydos to the opposite shore is seven stades. When the strait was
thus united, a violent storm arising, broke in pieces and scattered
the whole work. When Xerxes heard of this, being exceedingly in-
dignant, he commanded that the Hellespont should be striken with
three hundred lashes with a scourge, and that a pair of fetters
should be let down into the sea. I have, moreover, heard that with
them he likewise sent branding instruments to brand the Helles-
pont. He certainly charged those who flogged the water to utter
these barbarous and impious words: "Thou bitter water! thy master
inflicts this punishment upon thee, because thou hast injured him,
20. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust Part II, ed. F. H. Hedge, trans. A. Swan-
wick (Boston, 1884), act 4, lines 160-70, 174 —
95.
21. Herodotus,trans. Rev. Henry Cary (London, 1898), bk. 7, sec. 34-35, p. 424.
1 80 • CHA P T E R E I G H T
22. Cyrus had already taken vengeance upon the Synide which had carried off
one of his sacred horses. "Full of indignation at the river's insult, Cyrus threatened to
weaken it to such an extent that afterwards, even women could cross it without wet-
ting their knees, and he had his army build three hundred canals to change the river's
flow."
23. Paul Sebillot, Le Folklore de France(Paris, 1904 — 1907), 2:465.
V IOLEN T WATER • 181
Never had heavy weather caused him to retreat; that was because
he was not very open to contradiction. He tolerated no more from
the ocean than from another. He meant to be obeyed; too bad for
the sea if it resisted; it would have to make up its mind. Mess
Lethierry did not yield. A wave that rises succeeded no better in
stopping him than did a quarrelling neighbor. 7
Man is an integrated being, He has the same will against all adver-
saries. All resistance awakens the same wish. In the realm of will,
there is no distinction to be made between things and men, The im-
age of the sea retiring vexed from the resistance of a single man does
not call forth any cr i t i cism from the reader. If we reflect carefully on
t his matter, w e w i l l se e t ha t t h i s i m age is simply a m e t a p hor f o r
Xerxes' senseless act.
A great poet rediscovers primitive thoughts, and under his pen the
naivete of the legend fades before an indefinable legendary beauty.
Xerxes caused the Hellespont, which had revolted, to be branded
with a red-hot iron? Paul Claudel rediscovers this image without
thinking, it seems, of Herodotus's text, At t h e beginning of the first
act of Break of Noon, there is a splendid image which I quote here
from memory: " Th e sea with its resplendent spine is like a cow that
has been thrown down to be branded," Does this image not have the
moving beauty of an evening sky that wounds the astonished sea and
draws blood> It is drawn f ro m n a t u re, by a po etic nature — far from
the books and advice learned in school. Such passages are of in-
calculable value for my thesis. They show that poetry is a natural and
durable synthesis of images that are only artificial in appearance. The
conqueror and the poet both want to put the brand of their power on
the universe. They both take the branding iron in hand; they brand
t he dominated un i v erse. What seems senseless to us when p art o f
history and in the past, is now in the eternal present a profound truth
of free imagination. Metaphor, physically inadmissable, psycholog-
ically absurd, is, nevertheless, a poetic truth. It is because metaphor is
a phenomenon of the poetic soul. It is also a phenomenon of nature,
a projection of h u man n a t ure on u n i v ersal nature.
VI
Even when one has included all these legends, all these mental
disorders, all these poetic forms under the heading of animism, there
i s more to be said, We must realize that t his kin d of a n i m ism t r u l y
animates; it is an extremely subtle animism that goes into detail and
unerringly discerns all the nuances of an impressionable and volun-
tary life in th e i n a n i m ate wo r ld , t h a t r e ads nature like a ch anging
human countenance,
Anyone who wishes to understand the psychology of the imagina-
tion conceived as a n a t u ral f aculty an d n o l o n ger as a f aculty ac-
quired through tr ain ing must ascribe a place to this prolix animism,
t o an a n i m i s m t h a t a nimates everyth i ng , p r o j e cts e v e r y t h i n g ,
mingles, on every o ccasion, desire and v i sion, i n ne r i m p u l ses and
natural forces. Then he will, as he should, once more put images
before ideas. First will come natural images, those that nature gives
directly, those that follow both the laws of nature and the laws of our
n ature, those that t a k e o n t h e m a t t e r a n d m o v e m ent o f n a t u r a l
elements, the images that we feel to be active within ourselves, within
our organs.
No matter what h u man action is considered, we can perceive that
it does not have the same flavor in the midst of men as in the midst of
fields. For example, when a child in the sawdust-pit of a gymnasium
strains in the broad jump, he feels only a human rivalry. If he comes
in first in the event, he is the first among men. But what a di fferent
pride, what a superhuman pride comes from jumping over a natural
obstacle, from crossing the creek in one leap! Being alone affects this
pride not at all; he is first, first in nature's order. And the child, play-
ing endlessly under the willows, goes from one meadow to another,
m aster of two worlds, braving the tum u l t u ous water. How many im -
ages have their natural origin there! How many reveries acquire there
their taste for power, for triumph, for scorn toward what can be over-
come. The child who jumps over the creek in a broad meadow can
dream of adventures, strength, drive, and daring. He really has seven-
league boots on his feet!
The jump across a creek as natural obstacle is, moreover, the one
most similar to th e j um p w e l ik e t o m a k e in ou r d r e ams. If anyone
should try, as I am suggesting, to find before the threshhold of his ac-
V IOLEN T WATER • 185
Water's Voice
I hold the river's wave like a violin.
PAUL ELUARD,The Open Book
Where de Reul sees the means, I see an end: liquidity is, in my opin-
ion, the very dcsire of language. Language nee'8s-to flo'w'." 'It'flow's
1
naturally. Its clashing, its ruggedness, its harshness are its rnore artifi-
cial efforts, those that are more difficult to re nder natural.
1. Paul de Reul, L'Oeuvre deSuinburne (Brussels, 1922), p. 32 n.
188 o CONCLUSI ON
My thesis does not stop with what is learned from imitative poetry.
Imitative poetry seems to me, i n f a ct , co ndemned to superficiality.
From a living sound it r e t a ins only coarseness and awkwardness. It
g ives sonorous mechanics; it does not give hu m an , l i v in g sonority .
For example, Spearman says that the reader almost hears galloping in
these lines:
tary material sources of the language. I had always been struck by the
fact that poets associate the harmonica with water poetry. The gentle
blind woman of Jean-Paul's Titan plays the harmonica, In Pokal,
Tieck's hero plays on the edge of a cup, as on a harmonica. And I
w ondered what a t t r a ction c aused the m u sical glass of water to b e
given the name "harmonica." Much later, I read in Bachofen that the
vowel a is the water vowel. It is dominant in aqua, apa, ~asser. It is
the phenomenon of creation by water. The letter a marks a primary
matter, It is the first letter of the un iv ersal poem. It is the letter that
stands for the repose of the soul in Tibetan mysticism.
I will be accused at this point of accepting as solid proofs mere ver-
bal resemblances; I will be told that liquid consonantscall up no more
than a curious metaphor belonging to.the phoneticians. But such an
objection seems to me to be a refusal to feel, in its profound life, the
correspondenceof word and reality. Such an objection reflects a will to
reject a whole field of creative imagination: imagination through the
spoken word, t h r ough speaking, the i m a gination t h at r e j o ices
muscularly in speaking, speaks with volubility, and increases the
psychic volume of a being. This imagination knows very well that the
river is speech with no punctuation, an Eluardian sentence that does
not accept punctuators. 0 so ng of t he r i v e r, ma rvelous logorrhea of
the child Nature.
And how can w e f ail t o r e l ate to l i q uid l anguage, bantering
language, the jargon of the brook!
And if this aspect of vocal imagination is not easy to grasp, it is
b ecause we give onomatopoeia too limited a sense. We think of it as
an echo, guided by hearing alone. In point of fact, the ear is much
more liberal than we suppose; it readily accepts a certain tr ansposi-
t ion in i m i t a t ion an d is soon im i t a t ing th e first im i t ation. W it h t h e
joy of hearing man associates the joy of active speech, the joy of a
whole countenance expressing its imit ative talent. Sound is only one
aspect of the mimologism.
I n his w ar m b u t l e a rned w ay, C h a rles Nodier h a s clearly
understood the projective aspect of onomatopoeia. They abound in
de Brosses's sense:
Many onomatopoeias have been formed, if not in accordance with
the noise produced by the movement that they represent, at least in
accordance with a noise based on the one that the movement
1 90 • C O N C L USION
that it does not prick. Its form does not belong to water poetry. Nor
does its color. This vivid color is a warm color; it is flame from hell;
the gladiola in some countries is named "the flame of hell." Scarcely
any are to b e s een al on g a s t r e am. Bu t w h e n p o e tr y i s i n v o l v ecl,
realism is always wrong. Sight is no longer in command; etymology
no longer thinks. The ear also wants to name flowers; it wants what it
hears to flower, to fl ower d irectly, to fl ower i n l a n guage. The
g entleness of water's flow, t oo , w a nt s i m ages to offer, L i sten! T h e
gladiola (glaieul) is now the river's special sigh, a sigh that comes at
the time when, within us, there appears a slight, very slight sorrow,
which spreads, melts away and will not be mentioned again. The
gladiola is the half mourning of melancholy water. Far from being a
striking color, that is remembered and reflected, it is a delicate sob
that is forgotten. The "liquid" syllables soften and carry off images
lingering for a moment over an old memory. They give a little fluidity
to sadness.'
How can we explain o t her t h a n t h r o u g h p o etry t h a t t h e w a t ers'
sounds are so many sunken bells, so many submerged bell towers that
still ring, so many golden harps that lend solemnity to crystalline
voices! In a lied that Schure records, the lover of a girl ravished by the
river Nix plays, in turn, on the golden harp. The Nix, slowly won
over by the harmony, gives up the girl. The spell is vanquished by
another spell; music by music. That is the way magical dialogues run.
In the same way, water's laughter will tolerate no dryness so that to
express it, like slightly mad bells, "sea-green" (glauques)sounds, which
ring out with a certain greenness, are needed, The frog (grenouille) is
already — in true ph o n etics, wh ich i s i m a g ined p h o n etics — a water
animal. It is an added bonus that makes the frog green. And the good
people who call water frog's syrup (sirop de grenouille) make no
mistake: only a simpleton (gribouille) would drink it!
5. Mallarme associates the gladiola and the swan: "the wild gladiola, with the
slender-necked swans," from "Les Fleurs," in Oeuvres completes,ed. Henri Mondor
and G. Jean-Aubry (Paris, 19'}5), p. 33. In my opinion, this "association" has a
hydrous origin,
6. Edouard Schure, Histoire du lied (Paris, 1876), pp. 102 — 03.
7. To translate the "willful confusion" of a vedic hymn called "To the Frogs,"
M. Louis Renou (p. 75) feels that there should be a masculine form of grenouille (frog).
In the stories told in a village in Champagne, Father Gribouille was the mate of
Mother Gribouille. Here are two verses translated by L. Renou:
1 92 • C O N C L U SION
A fter the "a's" of the tempest, after the howling of the north w i n d ,
we are happy to hear the "o's" of water (eau), the whirlwinds and the
lovely roundness of their sounds, When we have this happy state,
regained words reverse themselves crazily; the stream laughs and the
laughter streams.
We could search forever and not find all the doublets in this im-
aginary water phonetics as we listen to the whirlwinds and gusts, and
study the cries along with the caricatures of the gargoyles. To spit out
a storm like an i n sult, to v o mi t t h e w a t er's guttural curses, a gutter
would have to be given in monstrous forms, huge-mouthed, thick-
lipped, horned, and gaping, The gargoyle jokes endlessly with the
downpour. It wa s a sound before being an i m a ge or, at t he l e ast, a
sound that in stantly fo un d an i m age in stone.
In sorrow and in joy, in its tum ult and in its peace, in its jokes and
complaints, the spring is truly, as Paul Fort says, "the Word made
water," Hearing all its sounds, so beautiful, so simple, so fresh, seems
"to make our mou ths water." M ust we really quiet all the happiness
t hat comes of a m o i stened ton gue? How can we u n d erstand, th en ,
certain formulae which call forth the inner depths of dampness? For
example, in two lines a hymn of the Rig Veda associates the sea and
the tongue; "Indra's breast, thirsty for soma, must always be full of it:
as the sea is always (filled with water), so the tongue is endlessly
moistened by saliva."9 Liquidity is a principle of language; language
m ust be filled wit h w a t er . A s s oon as we are able to t a lk , t h en , as
T ristan T z a r a says, " a cloud of i m p etuous rivers fills the d r y
m outh,"' o
Nor is there any great poetry w i t h ou t l on g i n t ervals of relaxation
and leisure, nor an y g r eat p o ems w i t h ou t s i l ence. Water i s also a
model of calm and silence. Dormant and silent water adds to scenes,
...When at the beginning of the Rains, it rained on (the frogs) accepting and
thirsty, they cried Akhkhala: and as a son goes to his father, they moved
toward each other talking as they went.
... If one of them repeats another's words as a student repeats his teacher's,
the whole is in harmony, as a piece of music which you entone over the waters
with your beautiful voices.
8. Paul Fort, Ermitage(July 1897), p. 13.
9. Rig Veda, trans. Langlois (Paris, 1848 —1851), 1:14.
10. Tristan Tzara, Ou Boieent les loups (Paris, 1932), p. 151. "Une nuee de fleuves
impetueux emplit la bouche aride."
W'ATER S VO ICE • 193
the victim of an imitation and that the blackbird, heard in the foliage
above the river, is the limpid voice of the beautiful Gerda gives even
more meaning to th e m i m esis of natural sounds.
Everything in the Un™iv™erse is an ecKo. Tf tEe -Biids, in the opinion
o f certain dreaming linguists, are the first creators of sound who i n -
s pired men, they t h e mselves imitated nature's voices, Quinet, wh o
listened for so long to the voice of Bourgogne and Bresse, discovers
"the lapping on,the shopes in gbee.nasal,ecryu.,of„aquatic birds the frog's
croaking in the brook ouzel, the whistling of the reed in the bullfind»
the cry of the tempest in the frigate bird." Where did the night birds
borrow the trembling, thrilling sounds which seem the repercussion
of a subterranean echo in old ruins? "Thus all the sounds of natural
scenes — still life or animated — have their echo and their counterpart
in living nature."'
Armand Salacrou also rediscovers the euphonic relationship of the
blackbird and,the stream. After having noted' that sea' b'irds do 'not
sing, he wonders to what chance our groves' songs are due: "I knew,"
he said, "a blackbird raised near a swamp which mingled with his
songs raucous and broken cries, Was he singing for the frogs? Or was
he the victim of an obsession?"" Water,,is. . also a yast unity. It h a r -
monizes the toad's and the blackbird's notes, or at least, a poeticized
ear brings unity to d i scordant voices when it submits to the song of
tPe water as its fundamental sound.
The stream, the river, the cascade have, then, a speech that men
understand naturally. As Wordsworth said, "it is a music of human-
' ity": "The still, sad music of humanity" (Lyrical Ballads).
How could voices listened to with so fundamental a sympathy fail
to be prophetic> To give back their oracular value to things, should
we listen to them from close by or fr'om a6r? Is it necessary that they
, hypnotize us, or should we contemplate them? Two great movements
of the imaginary begin close to objects. Everything in nature pro-
duces giants and dwarfs.;, the:noisc.of. the.fIgosds fills- th'e'immens'ity o'f
the sky or the hollow of a shell, It is in these two movemerits that hv-
12. At liquidas avium voces imitarier ore
Ante fuit multo quam laevia carmina cantu.
Concelebrare homines possent, auresque juvant.
Lucretius, De Rerum Natura, trans. W. H. D. Rouse (London and New York, 1924),
bk. 5, lines 1379-1381.
13. Armand Salacrou, "Le mille tetes," Cahiers du Sud, 20 gune-July 1933): 93.
WATER S VOICE • 19 5
ing imagination must live. It hears only voices that are approaching
or fading in the distance. He who listens to things is well aware that
they will speak too loudly or too softly. We must hurry to hear them.
Already the cascade shatters or the stream stammers. The imagina-
tion is a sound-effects man; it must amplify or soften. Once the -im-
agination is mistress of-dynamic correspondences, images truly speak.
We shall understand this accord of sound and images if we mcditate
on "these subtle verses in which a girl, bent over the stream, feels
passing into her face th,ebeauty born of murmuring sound": "... beauty
born of murmuring sound/Shall pass into her face,"
These correspondences between images and speech are the truly
salutary ones. The consolation of a p a inful, disturbed, emptied
psyche will be helped along by the coolness of the stream or river.-But
this coolness must be spoken. The unhappy person must speak to the
river.
Come, oh m y f r i e n ds, o n a c l e a r m o r n i n g t o s i n g t h e s t r e am's
v owels! Where is our first sufferingl We h ave hesitated to say. . . . I t
was born in the hours when we have hoarded within us things left
u nsaid. Even so, the stream will t each you to speak; in spite of th e
pain and the memories, it will teach you euphoria through euphuism,
.epergy through poems. Not a moment will- -pass without repeat ing'
'
Dijon
23 August 1941
Endnotes
N
10; muscular, 15; o pen, 2, Z 1 ;
organic, 10, primordial law of, 11, narcissism, 11, 20, 21, 23-32; cosmic, 24,
61; psychologists of, 1; psychology 25, 27, 30, 42, 52, 66
of, 16, 31 85, 135, 177, 184; sub- Narcissus, 21, 2Z — 26, 87
stances, of, 5, 6; types of, 3; vocal, nature, 24, 27, 31, 62, 83, 115, 118, 126,
189 131, 136, 147, 183, 184, 185, 189,
imaginitive unity, 45, 93 193, 194
imagining powers, 1, 2, 3 Neptune, 178
L night, 101 —04, 132, 154
Laertes, 82 0
lake, Z6, 28, 31, 47, 49, 100, 117, 127, oneiric power, 147, 153
132, 148 onomatopoeia, 189, 190, 193
language, 12, 15, 133, 181, 188, 189, 191, of, Ophelia, 81-89
192; of Poe, 45, 142; water,
187-95 P
law of the four elements, 3, 161 pancalism, 25, 26, Z8, 30
Leda, 38, 39, 40 paste (la pate), 13, 104, 105, 106, 107,
literary criticism, 17, 18, 45, 57, 124, 165, 108, 109, 111
175 poetic creation, 1, 2, 3, 10
M poetry, 16, 188; dynamic, 47, 168; imita-
tive, 188; primal, 16; reflections, of,
masculine, 36, 95, 107, 110 33; true, 16; water, 43, 187, 189, 191
material elements, 3, 4, 5, 6, 11, 12, 14, Poseidon, 154, 155
46, 80, 85, 90, 130, 131, 148, 161 prereflective attitudes, 17
material imagination, 1, 3, 5, 6, 10, 11, prescientific mind, 123 — 24, 138
12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 18, 20, 24, 27, 31, projection, 108, 115, 145, 172, 183
32, 42, 47, 53, 56, 64, 76, 93, 95, 98, psychoanalysis, 4, 6, 7, 8, 17, 20, 36, 40,
101, 104, 106, 110, 112, 116, 117, 60, 82, 109, 118, 123, 136, 144
118, 120, 121, 122, 124, 128, 129, psychology, 4, 5, 10, 17, 18, 45, 83, 85,
131, 133, 134, 139, 141, 142, 143, 96, 107, 112, 120, 125, 130, 133, 134,
144, 145, 146, 148, 151, 152, 153, 138, 141, 143, 145, 147, 159, 160,
154, 157, 166, 170 171, 174, 181; literary, 17, 182;
matter, 1, 2, 3, 10, 11, 101, 109, 110, 113, anger, of, 160, 172, 173, 174, 177,
120, 123, 126, 145, 188; constancy 181; creative unconscious, of, 13, 64;
of, 2; elementary, 134; individualiz- imagination, of the, 16, 31, 85, 135,
ing power of, 2; i r r ational, 12; 177, 184; resentment, of, 180; teas-
melancholy of, 61 ing, of, 181; water, of, 31, 180, 181
melancholy, 7, 61, 63, 64, 90, 101, 176, purity, 31, 133, 134-49, 193
191,
metaphors, 19, 32, 33, 36, 41, 42, 43, 85, R
97, 101, 116, 117, 119, 124, 125, 128, reading, 48, 49, 57
131, 137, 138, 142, 143, 144, 156, reflecti on, 24, 25,33,37,43,47,48,50,
157, 164, 166, 169, 171, 172, 183, 51, 52, 66, 87, 88, 193
189, 193 reverie,3, 5,7,8,9, 13, 14, 16, 25,45, 55,
mirror, 21, 22, 24, 25, 35, 49, 66, 143, 89, 90, 93, 94, 101, 105, 107, 108,
181, 187, 193 131, 133, 147, 151, 152, 168, 171,
moulding, 105, 108, 109, 112, 113 173, 181, 184; death, of, 46, 73; for-
myth, 40, 42, 43, 73, 99, 124, 147, 151, mal, 1; manichaeism of, 12; material,
152, 154 3, 4, 20, 93, 98, 111, 112, 113;
mythology, 14, 17, 32, 38, 40, 152, 153, natural, 153 —
56; Poe's, 54, 72, 86, 87,
155
S UBJECT IND EX • 213
U
unconscious, 13, 36, 37, 45, 50, 54, 56,
57, 60, 61, 64, 65, 75, 86, 96, 105,
106, 117, 123, 124, 128, 130, 136,
137, 138, 139, 171
V
valorization, 60, 85, 100, 109, 123, 126,
127, 133, 137, 139, 141, 142, 143
W
water, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 18, 20, 93; classic, 23,
60; coolness of, 31, 32, 33, 195; death
in, 65 — 73, 80, 82, 89, 92; feminine
characteristics of, 14, 73, 96, 100,
119, 126, 129, 155; fresh, 144, 145,
146, 152, 154—56; milk, and, 117—26,
157; organic, 9; Poe's imagination,
in, 46, 64 — 67; poetry of, 43; primi-
tive, 32; psychoanalysis of, 4, 8, 21,
36; purity of, 133 — 49, 151; silent, 68,
192, 193; violent, 15, 146, 159, 163,
168, 169, 176, 177, 179, 180;
warmth, and, 128
will, 25, 27, 28, 30, 50, 88, 112, 142-44,
159, 168, 183; appear, to, 20; attack,
to, 15, 160; beauty, to, 30; contem-
plate, to, 27, 28; power, for, 107,
161, 167, 174, 179, 182; produce, to,
108, 188; reject, to, 189
wind, 161 — 63, 192