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Michael McClure’s "Dark Contemplation" is a solemn meditation on knowledge, humility, and the dissolution of ego, engaging with themes of ignorance, perception, and self-awareness. The poem’s invocation of "Agnosia," a term referring to the inability to recognize objects, sounds, or sensations despite functional sensory organs, signals a philosophical descent into unknowing—suggesting a rejection of assumed wisdom in favor of a deeper, more primal awareness. This act of surrender is central to the poem, as McClure’s speaker relinquishes intellectual certainties and kneels before the unknown, embracing a state of cognitive humility that is both reverent and transformative. The speaker opens with a plea, "let me kneel to thee, let me kneel to thee," immediately positioning himself in a posture of supplication. This repetition reinforces the sincerity of his desire to submit to a force greater than his individual understanding. It is a deliberate act of renouncing shallowness, which he likens to "a small stream that trickles through the rocks and the clay." The imagery of water, particularly a small stream, suggests a fragile, transient flow of thought—something meager compared to the vastness of existence. In contrast, the surrounding nature—the bunch grass, sun-cups, and the sky—embodies an effortless, instinctual relationship with reality. The sun-cups, opening "their petals and smiling with their sex at the sky," symbolize an organic, unforced engagement with existence. Unlike the human mind, they do not struggle to understand—they simply are. McClure then intensifies his renunciation of knowledge: "I know less than the small fly who lands on the red-veined stone." Here, the poet inverts traditional notions of wisdom. The fly, an insignificant creature by human standards, possesses a direct, immediate relationship with the world that the speaker cannot attain. This moment echoes Zen Buddhist philosophy, in which enlightenment is not found through accumulation of knowledge but in the shedding of illusion. The red-veined stone serves as a potent image—suggesting both the inanimate (rock, lifeless matter) and the organic (veins, the flow of blood), reinforcing the interconnectedness of all things. The fly, in its simple act of landing, interacts with the world more purely than the human mind, burdened by abstraction, ever can. The line "Now I am ready to know, for nothing is known." marks a pivotal shift in the poem. It reflects a paradox central to mystical traditions: true knowledge arises only when one abandons the pursuit of knowledge. By embracing ignorance, by letting go of virulent vanities, the speaker becomes open to genuine understanding. The term virulent vanities is particularly cutting—suggesting that intellectual pretensions, far from enlightening, are actually toxic. His past thoughts, his assumptions about the world, are dismissed as a worn sheet, a metaphor that implies fragility, overuse, and uselessness. Yet even as he moves toward this state of humility, there is a shadow within him: "Each small step forward laughs with the cynicism of tragedy, and I sense there is something dark of me, and I sense there is something dark of me, that must now be quiet and silently roar." The repetition of "I sense there is something dark of me" reinforces an awareness of internal contradiction. The speaker is caught between submission and defiance, between silence and the urge to roar. This paradox recalls the poetic lineage of William Blake, whose Songs of Innocence and Experience explored the tension between meekness and ferocity, surrender and power. McClure’s silent roar captures this duality—an awareness of something profound within himself that both demands expression and defies articulation. The poem’s final plea—"AND I WOULD BOW MY HEAD TO ALL THINGS that I have never seen before and to this creature in the cave who blinks and sniffs in the sun."—evokes an even deeper humility. The speaker does not merely acknowledge his ignorance; he actively submits to the unfamiliar. The creature in the cave, blinking in the sunlight, mirrors the Platonic allegory of the cave, in which the journey from darkness to light symbolizes the painful process of enlightenment. However, McClure reverses the conventional reading of this journey. In Plato’s Republic, the enlightened individual leaves the cave to see the world more clearly, while those still in shadow remain trapped in illusion. Here, however, the creature in the cave is not blind but instinctual, responding to the light with an animal simplicity. Rather than seeking to escape ignorance, the speaker aligns himself with it, bowing his head in recognition of the limits of his own knowledge. The poem closes with a whisper of self-acceptance: "I hear from long ago that I and my thoughts are one." This final acknowledgment suggests that despite his rejection of knowledge, the speaker cannot fully separate himself from his own mind. However, rather than resisting this fact, he seems to embrace it with a newfound awareness. The struggle for understanding, the tension between knowing and unknowing, is itself a fundamental part of existence. The dark contemplation he surrenders to is not simply a void—it is a space of potential, a realm where thought and being merge into something beyond the grasp of intellect. McClure’s "Dark Contemplation" thus functions as both a personal confession and a philosophical exercise in unlearning. Through its invocation of humility, surrender, and instinctual wisdom, it echoes the concerns of both Eastern mysticism and existentialist inquiry. The poem challenges the reader to reconsider the nature of knowledge, suggesting that true wisdom lies not in accumulation but in the ability to be fully present, to kneel before the unknown, and to acknowledge the darkness within without seeking to master it. It is an embrace of vulnerability, a willingness to be rather than to know, and in that acceptance, McClure finds a kind of transcendence.
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