COME TOGETHER
CHAPTER 13 1:
THE INTERPLAY OF OPPOSITES
( A METAPHYSICAL LOVE STORY)
( I am divided for loves sake. ) Aleister Crowley
The interior of a modern cafe. A pianist plays the first movement of the ‘Trois Sonneries de la Rose + Croix’ by Eric Satie – ‘Air de l’Order.’ A man and a woman sit at a small table, decorated with flowers.
Boy – “…..Duality……….the problem is duality!”
Girl – “ Really.”
Boy – “ Absolutely, you know that feeling, like…your seperate from everything…..woman… man alone in the universe….which in a way feels like the human condition……but in reality is just an illusion because – the truth is – there is a connection – between all living things – even to the stars in the heavens – almost imperceptible…but real none the less – a oneness – a wholeness – a unity – but to feel the connection, to actually feel the affinity, the….affinity of infinity is so hard…….so you must see, you and I have a rare and wonderful opportunity……together we can transcend the illusion, the illusion of duality, of seperatness….maybe not for long but for a moment….and yes of course I’m talking about the specific…but in that moment of transcendence the specific becomes the general…….the microcosm is the macrocosm…for you and me at least…and our little love story – our funny, baby step little romance – is the dance of the universe, the elegant cosmic dance in which the universe feels love and becomes – for a moment – self aware……and yes – there is a connection – a…..coming together – and a feeling…like……….coming home.”
Girl – “Wow.”
Boy – “Yes wow…..exactly wow…………”
…….I should probably explain, I’m back in Brighton for a few months…too many months already really….but still. I finished school in Paris last year and I’m in a restaurant with someone that I met a few days ago in a lovely little bookshop in the lanes and who is…I think, a friend. He’s young like me and I like him, we’ve had coffee a few times and as today is Valentines day, the day his families Oyster bar reopens for the year he has invited me for supper and – just for fun – I have coaxed him to pitching me some Valentines Woo, and now…….well, I’ve been in Paris for the last few years and I suppose men think I’m sort of pretty – in a peculiar sort of way – so I thought I’d heard most of the lines men use – but I have to say “transcending duality” is new to me and his whole approach is so playful – that the one thing I didn’t expect to happen when I asked him – that he would in fact seduce me – actually seems to be happening…..and…I have to say I’m starting to think an affair might be rather nice….until I persuade father to let me go back to Paris anyway. He’s quite nice looking and I suppose the most appealing thing is – I like the colour of his words – which is so rare these days. Perhaps the music is influencing me…..I know these pieces so well: The Sonneries – The great colour washes of the sombre footstep chord progressions; The blues and greens, the oranges and purples. The acute knife edged angles of the discordant
cut up melodies and then the lifting softening chords growing ever lighter, in dusky pinks and dusty greens until – at last – the childlike melody unravels like…..like the long imagined voice of Lillian Gish….unbroken blossoms floating on a gentle breeze……those words come at me now like a soft pink misty beam – a stream of lettered petals – that smell like…roses, and seem to be in tune with the music….as though his voice changes tone to harmonise with the piano – I’ve never seen that before – usually their words are dull sooty pastels, with the ‘words they actually mean words’ bigger than the others – hard and with sharp edges – but these are…..bright and round – the way I remember words were when I was a child – before the machines came and the internal filters began to refine and finally expurgate the unwanted noise and…….who knows how much else? Do I even know anymore? Still, I‘m not going to make this ‘too’ easy for him….”
Boy – “….Now, I know we haven’t known each other for long – but I do feel drawn to you – drawn in a way I can’t really explain, like theres some invisible force pulling us together – thats why I think this is possible….yes, we are different in a lot of ways but maybe that makes sense, maybe that’s the reason – because – this is magnetism – opposites attracting – and an electromagnetic pull is a powerful thing – a force of nature – resisting might be………….dangerous…….”
Girl – “…..Dangerous ?”
Boy – “Er…..a little bit dangerous……..?”
Girl – ” Oh, and you were doing so well.”
Boy – “ Arrrgh, I went too far – I’m an idiot….”
Girl – “ No, don’t say that, you just got a bit carried away, but that wasn’t really the problem…..your argument simply didn’t persuade….some women enjoy danger…in moderation at least……….and what would you think of me were I so softly swayed by a little danger…..you would think me a pushover….”
Boy – “ No, no not at all, I didn’t intend to insinu….”
Girl – “…And anyway I would rather like to think that my decision was the result of my own Free Will, rather than some irresistable unseen force. I was enjoying your whole “transcending duality” approach, but perhaps you should try and persuade me with something less esoteric, try a more conventional argument……offer me some sound advise, something that advances.”
Boy – “ I know little of conventional arguments….my somewhat ‘idiosyncratic’ education has encouraged me to…accentuate the unconventional. How should I persuade you? Please lady would you step out with me one evening as an act of…Kindness? Kindness is a noble virtue, but the war taught me that people often mistake kindness for weakness, they take advantage and call you an idiot behind your back, my Mother was almost ruined…’Soft touch’ – a term that can only have been coined by the cynical recipient of some unknown benevolence. I no longer know if there’s any advice that can still be given – in good conscience – that would
encourage you to amorous adventures, now that the world knows the horrors that men are capable of – none that could supplant the inherited wisdom of the age: ‘Be careful’…which hardly suits my purpose. I don’t doubt your fortitude – believe me – nobody could ever think you were a pushover, but strength is a double edged sword. ‘Be strong’ – seems like good advice, but how many people are wise enough to cultivate their strength without becoming hardened, without closing themselves off to beauty and hope, faith and love. The only conventional persuasion I can offer is: ‘Be courageous’, courage seems to me to be the best response to most situations, even a date with me – you say you like danger – I’ll promise you some…enough to prove your temerity.”
Girl – “ Should my courage overthrow my caution then?”
Boy – “ Temper the one with the other and let your feelings be your guide. Perhaps you just don’t trust yourself with me…..I could arrange a chaperone……..if you are afraid that you won’t be able to stop your self from doing something…rash.”
Girl – “ Ha ha, not afraid, but careful, I am after all a child of the times……”
Boy – “….Surely not, you seem so timeless.”
Girl – “…….and therefore in tune with the wisdom of the age – I am naturally cautious – However, reluctant as I am to bend to irresistable forces, I do seem to feel some…..vague and frankly inexplicable attraction to you, which I’m unwilling to ascribe to electromagnetism. So, as I’m not inclined to tempt fate, caution and courage urge me to accede that you might be right, perhaps we should walk out together one evening – maybe this is Kismet – lodestones are one thing, but I wouldn’t want to defy destiny…”
Boy – “ Really? OK great, lets think of something to do, but first you need another drink……and we should eat, I invited you to supper and all I’ve done is talk, well that’s your fault…you’re so hard to entice. Let me get you a menu. Do you want wine or is Champagne OK, obviously we’re having seafood? Er, I have some things to do at the bar, I’ll be a few minutes….have a look at the choices, there’s a limited menu so early in the Season, but what we have is fresh. I’ll be back in a minute…..Lets eat in the back.”
And instantly, as if by some unseen cue the music stops and my ardent companion wanders casually awayto the bar, so I start to look around the restaurant. ‘The Albion Rose’ is brightly lit and quite modern: The wide windows of the stone facade are bordered at the edges by a vertical assemblage of radially cut square glass panels, that dissect the street lights and turn the passers by into strangely anatomised angular abstract animations. Outside, secured above the entrance and spanning about half the length of a wide seating veranda is an elegantly arched wrought iron sign with sweeping cast iron tendrils – bursting with roses andleaves – growing through a variated wrought gridlike internal frame. More cast heraldic roses sit in small square panels at the straight top, where the sign meets the flat roof, which give the grid a ‘Mondrian’ quality. The tendrils encircle the word ‘ARRA’ written in languid cast iron Art Nouveau letters, with the first ‘R’ backwards so that the backs of the two ‘R’s are parallel and the word appears symetrical. I suppose ‘ARRA’ refers to the initials of the ‘Albion Rose’ somehow – forwards and backwards – presumably.
Barely visible from where I’m sitting and flanking the wide central entrance doors are two very large carved wooden Dolphins wearing Crowns – each is about six feet tall and bears a flag with the word ‘ARRA’, written in the same style as the sign – I have been told they were inspired by the ‘Dacre Beasts.’ Inside, the floor is covered in small square cream tiles with a wide black band skirting the walls.Those walls are made up of cream ceramic faced bricks. At the centre of both of the expansive side surfaces is a square tiled panel on which a large and elaborate ‘Coat of Arms’ is depicted within a blue edged eight pointed star: Two figures – a young Man and a Woman stand – artfully bedizened in garlands of Ivy leaves – on the backs of surging Dolphins. Between them they hold an Armorial Shield emblazoned in the Dexter and Sinister chiefs with two Charges of mirror-image Argent Seahorses on fields of Or, in the middle chief – an escallop on a Gules field – these are above the main Azure field of the Escutcheon which is divided by an Argent Chevron Ordinary at the Nomril Point flanked above by two full faced five petalled and barbed Gules Roses, with the Chevron above an antique wooden Globe at middle base. An Or Sun in Slendour shines from the Honour
Point. The shield is Helmed with a barred Argent Helmet torsed in Or and Azure with Argent mantling and Crested with the Crowned head and neck of a Swan. Behind the shield seeming almost to grow from the Helm is a stylised Oak Tree with Azure/Vert foliage so verdant that the image could almost be of a Fountain. The Dolphins ride the lowest branches/waves and hold in their mouths the Motto: “Love Above All”. Both the Woman and Man hold strange Geometric Shapes in their free hands which I cannot name but may be
something to do with Platos ‘Solids’.
Above all is an illuminated ceiling of opaque and slightly marbled radiating panels, possibly in the new ‘Bakerlite’ material, which spread from a central point above the circular island bar. The bar is made entirely of Glass bricks supporting a luminous cicular counter of thick greenish glass. Within the shining ring is a thick gleaming central column capped with a round shell-like fluted copper hood topped with what looks like the Golden architectural model of a very modern church or one of the new American ‘Skyscrapers’. Together, the column and roof seem to resemble those pictures you sometimes see of broadcasting radio towers. The length of the column is girdled by glass shelves piled high with glistening bottles and jars in every colour and between them – the loveliest seashells I have ever seen – In the place of honour, on the highest shelf, a small beautifully crafted bird with glittering silver plummage and a little golden beak perches on a glass box full of tiny brass wheels and cogs…obviously some kind of automaton….oh how I would love to turn the Lilliputian Golden key. Around the restaurant are several couples, all seated on elegant wooden chairs at very modern yellow pedestal tables, large enough for four. The elegantly dressed staff weave between several large butterfly palms as they hurry about with trays and glasses. The ‘Albion Rose’ is beautiful………
Suddenly there is colour, verdant shimmering glimmers of pale green and teal, gentle streaks of parched incandescent rain…..There must be music playing: Debussy – The Estampes 1: Pagodes. As I listen low 5ths fade as the five note theme begins …so many fives in the East…..falling and rising then descending again… decorative figures ripple across the five high black keys and then with the repeated pulsing chords there is growth. From the edges of my sight, delicate diaphanous fern fronds start to grow, their pinnae and bipinnae interlacing like soft sylvan zip fasteners, with each lush leaf growing inwards to a point at the center of my vision….the vacillating theme see-saws past again…then high triplets and higher demisemiquaver thin tin tones…In my mind I can hear the bell-like glockenspiel evoked….the metallic sound of the Gamelan….the fern leaves start to silver like winter windows and the formerly fertile feathery fronds – like the shining sterling plumes on the clockwork bird on the bar – harden into crisp bright branching dendritic crystals. Those oscillating high notes glistening like frost, fusing the icy branches together until the tree-like ice crystals suddenly spread and evanesce and I am staring at the quick-silver surface of a gold veined liquid looking-glass – translucid no more – peering at the image of myself looking back at me…”You look like your in a dream “ I say wordlessly……”I said you look dreamy” I say again and then suddenly the music stops and I see that across the table from me, a boy is sitting, staring intently and smiling at me.
Boy – “ Are you alright, you look like your in a dream.”
Girl – “ Yes, quite alright thank you. Sometimes the music……I’m OK now.”
Boy – “ Sorry about that, I can stay for a while now. New staff, the only disadvantage of taking such a longwinter break, that and the Spring clean….some years we’re lucky, if you ever need a job just say the word.”
Girl – “ I will, thank you…..actually I really might – I had been hoping to get back to Paris for the Spring – but Daddy is being difficult, so a summer job might just be perfect. I’ll be 18 in august so I could really just do as I pleased if I had some money of my own. You’re very kind, thank you.”
Boy – “ Oh, don’t thank me yet, don’t be fooled by tonight, during the summer we’re busy, very busy. If you work here you’ll earn your money………but lets talk about that later.”
Girl – “……..Tell me, why did you say your education was ‘idiosyncratic’ in such a pointed way?”
Boy – “ Ah, well, when Father…went away, Mother pulled me out of school and resolved to teach me at home, I was nine or ten I think. Mum had an old book ‘An Introduction to the Liberal Arts in ancient Greece’,which offered a potted history of the teaching techniques used in classical antiquity.”
Girl – “ Goodness that’s…..old school.”
Boy – “The oldest, I was taught in accordance with the curricullum of Hellenistic Greece, with some embellishments. There were seven subjects: ‘The Trivium’ consisted of: Grammar, Rhetoric and Logic whilst ‘The Quadrivium’ was made up of Music, Arithmetic, Geometry and Astronomy.”
Girl – “ Wow, that’s crazy……I‘m sorry…..but that is….crazy.”
Boy – “ Well, different anyway, there are large gaps in my Knowledge…my Geography is appalling andI’ve only really started taking an interest in the Modern Sciences in the last few years…but….I have a whole volume of ‘Encyclopedia’s downstairs now and – I think really – mother just wanted me with her……as far as I’m concerned, I had the perfect education, I was taught how to think…not what to think.”
Girl – “ I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude….you just surprised me. I’m sorry.”
Boy – “ Please don’t be, you didn’t offend me. I don’t tell people very often….I’m aware how strange this all sounds….you see my Parents were always sort of unusual, my whole family actually…….the ‘Ancestors’. My Great Grandparents were friends with an artistic group known as ‘The Ancients’ – they stayed with them occasionally on the way to London – there are some paintings in the back I can show you that were rescued from a fire. As a group they were heavily influenced by ‘William Blake’…Hence the name of the restaurant:
‘The Albion Rose’…from the Blake poem, although now most people think the name actually is ‘Arra.’Through the ‘Ancients’ my Great Grandparents became very interested and eventually immersed in ’Transcendentalism’……..
Girl – ” Aha !“
Boy – “ Haha, well sort of….I don’t know if they ever really thought about things in quite the same way as me….theres no dogma, but there definitely is a thread……have you ever heard of ‘Emerson’? Yes, well he toured England in about…1848 I think and my Great Grandparents met him and got quite involved in his work. He wrote an essay called ‘Nature’ which espouses – a love of Nature – much more than that I think…which I suppose is the starting point. I think the ethos…as explained to me anyway, is about: Artistic expression as a path….Nature as the source of true understanding. Also I think, about the possibility of a
direct relationship with the Divine…..a belief in individual responsibility, in as much as a….principled society should be made up of steadfast conscientious individuals…….a deep mistrust of politics and institutions……er, I’m not explaining this very well. I’ve never really tried to define these things before…..anyway the ‘philosophy’ was passed down through my Grandmother – who opened this restaurant – to my Mother. She persuaded my father to see the Light…….and feel the Heat, then taught me her own ‘idiosyncratic’ version of ‘Transcendentalism’, Rose tinted by a love of all things Greek……there was a lot of Socratic Method……”
Girl – “…..Goodness….well, I can save you some time – You know nothing.”
Boy – “ Ha, thats funny, maybe Modesty was one of Socrates less well known Virtues…….There was something we did do quite frequently, a rhetorical game – EKPHRASIS – Which is rather hard to explain actually…..I suppose the easy definition nowadays would be – to translate one form of art into another. Like a painting into a poem.”
Girl – “ Like a description?”
Boy – “ Not a description exactly – something deeper – Plato talks about the ‘Ideal Form’ – The
‘Quintessence’ – of things. Modern Ekphrasis is about expressing the ‘Ideal Form’ of what an artist was trying to convey………Felix Mendelssohns Overture to ‘ A Midsummer Nights Dream’ is an example that comes to mind, specifically………do you know the part that represents the ‘Dancing Fairies.”
Girl – “ I do, I love that piece…….but that doesn’t sound crazy at all…..that’s brilliant. Oh that’s amazing – You know I…….”
Boy – “…..Yes?”
Girl – “ No, thats alright, I was going to say something but…..maybe later.”
Boy – “ Of course. There were lots of highlights actually, like…..long hours sitting on the beach late into the night watching the constellations glide by whilst being told the Mythology of the Stars, practicing the flute to the rythyhm of the waves…….but all that seems like a long time ago…..lets eat, have you decided what you would like?”
Girl – “ What would you recommend?”
Boy – “ Well – as a particularly archaic and abstract example of Ekphrasis – I would suggest the Scallops….”
Girl – “Scallops…….why?”
Boy – “ Because the Scallop shell is traditionally associated with the birth of Venus – The Goddess of Love – which seems appropriate for Valentines Day……..also the shell is a symbol of the feminine principle in general, a symbolic representation of the Womb or…….Vulva……”
Girl – “……….Er…..and also of the higher aspirations….of good Saint James and Holy Pilgrimages.”
Boy – “ Hmmmm, perhaps, but surely every ideology just appropriates the iconography of the previous one….the scallop shell was a Pagan fertility symbol…….carried by travellers seeking a more – tangible Solace – a warmer welcome. I’m told that even now the Pilgrimage to ‘Santiago de Compostela’ is favoured by young couples hoping for a particular kind of……blessing. Oh, no…..have I blundered like a fool upon some secret aspiration that you had hoped the subtlety of your allusion would obscure? I‘d hardly dared to hope that so early in our relation………”
Girl – “Oh no, he’s started ‘pitching woo’ again…don’t mistake illusions for allusions Sir, you may come undone.”
Boy – “Thats good advice for all Pilgrims…….whether they anticipate a warm welcome or not. Forgive me Lady, I was raised to love beauty, and to express that love in language. The nearness of you has made me loquacious…….darn, if only there were a way to stop these chattering lips……”
Girl – “ Oh I‘ll stop those lips.”
They Kiss
Girl – “ Now back to supper I think.”
Boy – “ The Scallops are delicious I had some yesterday.”
Girl – “ Well – they sound very nice – yes please, I’ll have the Scallops.”
Boy – “ Good. Come through to the back…..I have a surprise for you……….”
© 2014 Kevin Barry Partridge.