Melody and Vision



            From afar, the poet hears a Melody. The poet hears it with the Inner Ear. This Melody is a call, calling from the distance to draw the poet nearer; it is a seductive Melody, a singing beyond language of the poet’s Muse. But the Melody is the flow of a possible language. After all, the poet works with language. The Melody, however, does not necessarily offer the actual words, but is the music, the flow, the current, that would guide the articulation of words into the poem. The Melody hovers just beyond language. It can be frustrating to the young poet to hear this Melody and not be able to bring it adequately into language. That is the long, demanding practice of learning one’s art, of learning how to bring words into melodious form.

            The Melody—a seductive Melody—is calling the poet, though, to a place where something extraordinary will happen. For what would the poet—that is, the poet especially destined to be a visionary poet—bring into language? A Vision. Now a Vision comes all of a sudden, it is the overwhelming of a too-much, an all-at-once spiritual abundance, that is impossible to convey, or to embody, in the moment. A Vision is a window’s curtains suddenly drawn back to reveal a marvelous vista beyond. And just as with Melody, a Vision, too, is beyond language, for it is the seeing of the Inner Eye of a whole, a marvelous, vista beyond. Just as a scene outside the window cannot be transcribed into language immediately, but requires time first perhaps to describe the overall impression it makes, and then all the individual details that might be observed, so, too, we find the same with a Vision. Of course, one could simply say, Oh, there’s a vista of mountains, or, there’s a meadow or a desert, or a vista of coastline. But that would be cheating the vista of all its richness, reducing it to a simplified, abstract expression. So, too, a Vision requires time to manifest, to be articulated. That is why the poet, the poet, in particular, destined to be a visionary poet, can experience so much frustration in trying to share the Vision with others. For others will always want it to be immediately presentable. But a Vision is a Seed containing the potential for an entire Tree—an embodied form; for the poet, that is the embodiment, the articulation, of a work—perhaps a lifetime of work—in language.

            Now the poet must allow words to come forth that would present the Vision. What would guide the flow of those words? The Melody. It is the Melody that would guide the flow of language, for it is the Melody that originates from the same place, the same beyond, as the Vision. It is the Vision that offers the substance of what is destined to be embodied. The Vision guides the Melody into a work of substance, just as the Melody guides the words themselves to resonate to a certain music, so that the poetic work not only sings, but is a presentation of the interweaving music of that supersensory realm itself. The poetic work sings as the Muse sings. And the Muse? She is a Divine Power who has a Story, a Mythos, to tell through the poet. The great secret then is the alchemical work of bringing Melody and Vision—the inner Ear and Eye—into a harmonious working together so that the child Form—the Song, the Story—can be born.

            The Melody from afar is that of the Sea, the realm of Neptune. For the Melody is insistent, as is the Sea. The Sea has always sent forth its siren Song. The Melody, therefore, is the gift of Neptune. Neptune is the planet ruling the transcendental music of the spheres, that beautiful Sound that is a seductive Call of the distant, universal Sea that yet surrounds us, at all times.

            The Vision that breaks in upon us, overwhelmingly all-at-once, hovering just beyond us, is the revelation given from the Higher Mind. It is the gift of Uranus. Uranus, planet of the Higher Mind breaking through the conventional, conditioned, mindset of the ego-self, is the giver of the sudden, unexpected Vision, a Vision from beyond the ego-self’s world, that hovers there, just beyond. It is a Vision that the ego-self cannot immediately comprehend, and so therefore cannot immediately bring into language.

            Uranus and Neptune, the planets that offer the gifts of the Inner Eye and the Inner Ear, allow the poet to be the visionary poet, the poet, in other words, as potentially a true prophet. Uranus and Neptune, as astrological planets, naturally define a cycle of relationship with regard to each other. They are also generational planets, so that certain points in that cycle will come to characterize a whole generation. The relationship between them can be difficult, stressful, challenging, or scintillating, harmonious, and flowing. So we see that a poet of one generation may be gifted with an ease of Melody and Vision blending together almost without effort, whereas a poet of another generation may have to struggle with language until that time is reached in life where suddenly, perhaps almost overnight, the energies of Uranus and Neptune, by transit, now flow harmoniously aspected to the poet’s makeup. But perhaps the struggle, in the long run, will allow that poet a greater profundity.

 

 

 

 

—Ron Lampi