Welcome to the Living Myth Podcast

podcast with Michael Mead. On this excerpt from a premium episode, Mead reads selected poems from the

rag and bone chaff of the heart, the renowned anthology edited along with Robert Bly and James Hillman.

This episode includes reflections on the surprising dynamic of creating the anthology,

along with commentary on the importance of poetic inspiration.

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Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me. A fine wind is blowing the new direction of time.

If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carries me.

If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge driven by invisible blows. Then the rock will split and we shall come at the

wonder. We shall find the Hesperities. Wait, what is that knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? Is it someone

who wants to do us harm? No, no, it is the three strange angels admit them, admit them.

It's a section from a longer pone by D.H. Lawrence entitled Song of a Man who has come through.

It could just as well be titled Song of a woman who has come through. The idea is that something unseen, something as people

used to say so readily, something from the other world is trying to enter the world through us. Something is trying to blow through us like the

wind of time in order to keep the world on the track of creation.

Lawrence was writing about the angels trying to enter the world at the same time that

Sigmund Freud was writing what would become the basis for Western psychology.

It's not that psychology isn't important and valuable in its own way,

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