American Idyll

yes, the river knows

Monday, November 10, 2008

A Circle Whose Center Is Everywhere




This was one of the rare instances in which I understood exactly what was going on inside her: she had a secret that she wanted to share, but knew it was the kind of secret that most people could not understand. It was vital to say it aloud, but she was worried that it would sound absurd. Like, for example, explaining that you have a snake living in your spine.
"When I'm about to work, I sleep on the stone," Marianne Engel began, with a deep breath, "for twelve hours at least, but usually more. It's preparation. When I lie on the stone, I can feel it. I can feel all of it, everything inside. It's...warm. My body sinks into the contours and then I feel weightless, like I'm floating. I sort of--lose the ability to move. But it's wonderful. It's the opposite of numbness. It's more like being so aware, so hyperaware, that I can't move because it's so overwhelming."
"What do you mean," I asked, "when you say you can feel what's inside the stone?"
"I absorb the dreams of the stone, and the gargoyles inside tell me what I need to do to free them. They reveal their faces and show me what I must take away to make them whole. When I have enough information, I begin. My body wakes but there is no sense of time, there's nothing but the work. Days pass before I realize that I haven't slept and I've barely eaten. It's like I'm digging a survivor out from underneath the avalanche of time, which has been collecting for eons and all at once has come sliding down the mountain. The gargoyles have always been in the stone but, at this precise instant, it becomes unbearable for them to remain. They've been hibernating in the winter of the stone, and the spring is in my chisel. If I can carve away the right pieces the gargoyle comes forth like a flower out of a rocky embankment. I'm the only one who can do it, because I understand their languages and I'm the only one who can give them the hearts necessary to begin their new lives."
She paused and seemed to be waiting for me to say something, anything--but how does one respond to proclamations such as these? Because she wanted a prompt and I wanted her to continue talking, I said it sounded like an extremely creative process.
"No, it's the opposite. I'm a vessel that water is poured into and out of. It's a circle, a flowing circle between God and the gargoyles and me, because that is what God is--a circle whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere. And the entire time I'm carving, the gargoyle's voice becomes louder and louder. I work as fast as I can because I want the voice to stop, but it keeps urging me on, demanding that I help it achieve its freedom. The voice goes silent only when I'm finished, and then I'm so exhausted that it's my turn to sleep. So that's why I disappear for five or six days at a time. It takes that long to free a gargoyle and then recover myself. I have no say in when a gargoyle will be ready, and I cannot refuse. So forgive my disappearances, because I have no choice."
--Andrew Davidson (from "The Gargoyle ")

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