To Cavoseniargize
Of which I have written very thoroughly here. To cavoseniargize: to mingle with “the inner existence of natural entities.” I like this verb very much. And though it is invented, by that mythopoeic maniac genius John Cowper Powys, doesn’t make it any less of a verb, but in my opinion, more. I don’t think that a book written with all words found in a dictionary, all theories found in theory books, all ideas safely tested, is a good book. I think writers should not only break rules, but make their own rules.
“She, as he knew well, was “cavoseniargizing” in his own fashion. That is to say, she was drawing into herself the torchlight on the rafters, the oriental abandonment to the peace of the desert of the mother of Gog and Magog, the boyish fits and starts of Gog, the impenetrable serenity, like the moon on the Lake of Galilee, of Magog’s slumber, the extraordinary, hardly human shadows, thrown upon the wall beyond the bed of the doctor and the magician, physically so closely involved, but mentally further apart than the Pillars of Hercules and the Sea of Marmora; and beyond all these she was drawing into herself the whole vast moonlit night outside this place, and the ridges beyond ridges of rocks and precipices and forests and hilltops and mountaintops…”
…so writes John Cowper Powys in Porius.
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