Data that comes subliminally and is acted upon will look like luck or inspiration.
His (Samuel Coleridge) dark senses were constantly in play, the frustration of them bringing illness. Weather and organic nature combined in a synaesthetic multi-media event, and this was the ground of all perception before it was divded up in daily living: the Primary Imagination giving way to the Secondary. Poetry was forever seeking a conscious return to this state, which existed all the time, whether he knew it or not.
We rehearse for the big death through the little death of orgasm, through erotic living. Death as transfiguration
