
To inspect the “linestone” powder produced in Not a Single Point, I build a simple viewing apparatus using wood and glass.
I use an old plastic funnel to pour the powder into the glass, and I watch as it accumulates — until the image of me disappears behind the dark powdery pile.
I remove a stopper to restore the flow of the powder.
The powdery particles eventually find their “angle of repose,” leaving an empty negative space resembling the space between Jesus Christ and John the Baptist in Leonardo Da Vinci’s famous 1490s painting of The Last Supper — an empty space that’s said to represent the Holy Grail.
The word “grail” is derived from the old French, graal, and the earlier Latin, gradale — a deep platter used for serving food at medieval banquets, over multiple courses. In this sense, the original meaning of “grail” was not a cup or a chalice, but a “graded” series of courses (as in an elaborate meal).
So the grail — usually considered to be an object — may be more accurately understood as a journey with a series of stages or steps.
The notion of such a quest was first mentioned in print in Chrétien de Troyes’s unfinished romance, Perceval, the Story of the Grail, written around 1180. In this text, the grail is described as a golden serving dish, and equal attention is lavished on a special lance — perhaps for the hero of the story, Perceval, to use to “pierce the veil” (from Old French: Percer, pierce; Val, valley) of his own perception.
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Parsifal with the special lance
With my mother’s deep love of Richard Wagner’s Parsifal (Parsi, pure; Fal, fool), an opera about the knights who guard the Holy Grail, I wonder if she considered my father’s father’s name, Percival Harris, when deciding to marry my dad.
Each marble is a jewel in Indra’s Net — a world reflecting all the worlds around it, having emerged, as for William Blake, from the grains of sandy powder.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
Two sloping lines meet in a point, forming a narrow defile — a triangular passageway leading into or out of any journey of distillation or opening.