The Soul’s Code: In Search of Character and Calling, by James Hillman, Ballantine Books, 1996
The Winged Life: The Poetic Voice of Henry David Thoreau, by Robert Bly, Sierra Club Books, 1986, republished by Harper Collins, 1992
Ensouling Language: On the Art of Non-Fiction and the Writer’s Life, by Stephen Harrod Buhner, Inner Traditions, 2010
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I often have the sense that the part of me that struggles with writing is a self different than the everyday one that goes grocery shopping or the self that tries to charm my wife. (This latter effort usually fails and all my selves, and hers, have a good laugh about it.)
I think of that crazy man and mystic G.I. Gurdjieff in this connection. Gurdjieff, of Armenian and Greek descent, was born in what was Russia at the time. He became a philosopher, a mystic, a composer, and a wanderer both geographical and spiritual. As a spiritual teacher, he used methods including shock, music, dance, and hard labor to induce self-confrontation in his followers. Although he died just after WWII, his writings and students continued to have influence. There’s an interesting article from 1979 worth looking at in The New York Times upon the occasion of a preview of the feature film Meetings with Remarkable Men, about his life. It gives the flavor of the man and his teachings.
Here is a relevant quote from Gurdjieff:
“One of man’s most important mistakes, one which must be remembered, is his illusion in regard to his I. … Try to understand that what you usually call ‘I’ is not I; there are many ‘I’s’ and each ‘I’ has a different wish.”
The writer Buster Benson makes a similar observation. “We are better understood as a collection of minds in a single body rather than having one mind per body.”
(If you want to explore even more down this weird road, into one of the odder varieties of human consciousness, check out the “tulpamancers” described in an article in the journal Narratively.)
So to return to Gurdjieff’s formulation, the wish of my writing self is to conjure with words the closest, truest representations of the world and my experience of it that I can manage. This is something I inarticulately feel strongly I have to attempt. The act of trying to do so sets it apart from the rest of my selves, and it becomes a kind of identity.
These three books, each in its own way, have made this aspect of me sit up and take notice. I intend to write a post – part reflection, part review – on each of them after this introduction.
The first, The Soul’s Code by James Hillman, is a book I often came across, years ago, browsing in bookshops, but never really felt attracted to until recently. Hillman, who died in 2011, was lauded as the most important American psychologist since William James.
Deeply influenced by the psychology of Carl Jung, he went beyond it in incisive ways. He founded a movement called archetypal psychology which, as others have pointed out, would be more accurately described as imaginal psychology, due to the importance he places on the imagination in the formation of our human reality. His ideas are actually quite subversive to the usual run of thinking about our place in the world. In The Soul’s Code, he proclaims the primacy in our lives of the “acorn” — all people already hold the potential for the unique possibilities inside themselves, much as an acorn holds the pattern for an oak tree.
The second book, The Winged Life, by the poet Robert Bly, is a commentary and examination of the writings of transcendentalist and naturalist Henry David Thoreau. “He believed that the young man or young woman should give up tending the machine of civilization and instead farm the soul.”
Bly also refers to Ralph Waldo Emerson, that older fellow traveler of Thoreau’s, and his understanding: “…All mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball.” Bly follows Thoreau’s poetic and wide-ranging investigations around the meaning of this metaphor.
The third book, Ensouling Language, by non-fiction author and poet Stephen Buhner, is the one most directly concerned with writing, and what makes it good. Although the subtitle emphasizes “the art of non-fiction”, the book’s discussion, about how to follow the hints from the deepest parts of ourselves, can apply to any kind of writing, including and especially fiction.
In Buhner’s own words:
“I am and always have been interested in the invisibles of life, those meanings and communications that touch us from the heart of Earth and let us know that we are surrounded by more intelligence, mystery, and caring than our American culture admits of….”
The most common thread uniting the intent and meaning of these books is that of the poet Robert Bly himself. The author of the book on Thoreau, he is also cited in the other two books, especially that of Buhner’s. I was fortunate to take in one of Bly’s presentations many years ago, which had an impact that I recounted in a post on “The Shadow,” one of Bly’s preoccupations. Hillman and Bly both approached psychology from a Jungian perspective (in the broadest sense) and they gave workshops together during the height of the “men’s movement” of the 1980s.

Robert Bly
A little of his outlook can be gleaned from his statement: “It’s so horrible in high school when they say, ‘What’s the interpretation of this poem?’” He wanted to shake off the intellectualism of “modernism”, as noted by the poet Elizabeth Hoover, in favor of the passion of Spanish poets like Federico García Lorca.
It is sad to know that Bly, now in his mid-90s, is suffering in the last stages of Alzheimer’s (recounted on Buhner’s blog). As Buhner observes:
“He is greatly missed . . . even by himself. After the Alzheimer’s had taken hold, he once said, after watching a video of himself with his family, ‘I think I would have liked him.’
So, in the near future I will work through these three books in separate posts about what I found meaningful to the writer in me in each one.
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