Forgive me, my thought process sometimes lacks discipline. I have strange ideas. I'm a sort of armchair philosopher turned poet. This is a writer's blog, but I do not publish my finished work here. I post fragments, pieces, ideas; works in progress. I test out ideas that may or may not become more fully realized. I write flash fiction and poetry. I love generic transgression and experimental poetry. I write mostly about art and failed romance. When all else fails, I post things that inspire me.
< classical Latin nūmen divine will, divine power, divinity, god < -nuere to nod (in e.g. abnuere, innuere, renuere; also as simplex in undated glosses) < the same Indo-European base as ancient Greek νεύειν to nod.
Divinity, god; a local or presiding power or spirit.
1495 Trevisa's Bartholomeus De Proprietatibus Rerum
xvii. cxlii. sig. Tiijv/2,
And the wode that hyght Nemus hath that name of Numen: that is god, for therin Yoo made a maw met.
1582 S. BatmanVppon Bartholome, De Proprietatibus Rerumxvii. cxlii. f. 318/2,
The Woode that is called Nemus, hath the name of Numen, that is God.
1628 O. FellthamResolves: 2nd Cent. xvi. sig. L v,
As if allowing them the name, they would conserue the Numen to themselues.
1634 T. HerbertRelation Some Yeares Trauaile 193
That what they first meet..they make their Numen and tutelary God for that day.
1662 H. MoreColl. Philos. Writings
Pref. Gen. p. ix,
For it is the same Numen in us that moves all things in some sort or other.
1711 Ld. ShaftesburyCharacteristicks III. Misc. ii. ii. 65
They madly dote upon Matter, and devoutly worship it, as the only Numen.
1790 Ann. Reg. 1788 Antiquities 120/1
Any local one [sc. idol], whose Numen and worship..was already established as local, would not do.
1835 J. TaylorWks. I. 112
The Divine presence hath made all places holy, and every place hath a Numen in it, even the eternal God.
1874 J. Fergusson in Contemp. Rev. Oct. 765
In a cathedral town where all unite..in..adoring the sacred and historical numen of the place.
1910 Encycl. Brit. I. 760/1
To the primitive..the presence of the divinity was indicated by..landmarks; and from this..grew the theory that a numen might be induced to take up an abode in an artificial heap of stones.
1936 E. UnderhillWorship x. 197
In the teaching of the prophets of the Reform of Josiah, and of the
Exile, we find God recognized and adored..as the Numen, the Eternal One,
the utterly Transcendent.., and as the giver of the Moral Law.
1994 C. DeLintMemory & Dream 329
You call them numena, yourself. Strictly speaking, a numen is merely
a spiritual force, an influence one might feel around a certain thing
< German Noumenon (1783; plural Noumena ) < ancient Greek νοούμενον (plural νοούμενα , used by Plato in speaking of the Ideas, as perceived by the mind rather than the senses, e.g. at Republic 508c), use as noun of neuter of present participle passive of νοεῖν to apprehend, conceive (see noesisn.); introduced by E. Kant (1724–1804), German philosopher, in contrast to phenomenonn.
(in Kantian philosophy) a thing as it is in itself, as distinct
from a thing as it is knowable by the senses through phenomenal
Kant uses the word in a Latin context in his De mundis sensibilis et intelligibilis forma et principiis (1770).
N.E.D. (1907) gives only the pronunciation (nɑu·mĕnǫn)
An object knowable only by the mind or intellect, not by the senses; spec. (in Kantian philosophy) an object of purely intellectual intuition, devoid of all phenomenal attributes.
1796 F. A. NitschGen. View Kant's Princ. conc. Man 118
The conception we have of the world of Noumena, contains no
knowledge of that world, but is a mere conception of demarkation [i.e. Grenzbegriff, or limiting concept].
1798 W. Taylor in Monthly Rev.25 585
The phænomena of beauty, with respect to him [sc. Kant], rank among the noumena.
1803 Edinb. Rev. Jan. 267
We will admit to the transcendentalist his solitary noumenon and its separate functions.
1867 G. H. LewesHist. Philos.
The peculiar merit of his doctrine is held to be that he distinguishes Phenomena from things in themselves, or Noumena.
1877 E. CairdCrit. Acct. Philos. Kantii. xiii. 498
In a negative sense, a noumenon would be an object not given in
sensuous perception; in a positive sense, a noumenon would be an object
given in a non-sensuous, i.e. an intellectual perception.
1910 Encycl. Brit. XIX. 828/2
In the Kantian system the term ‘noümena’ means things-in-themselves
as opposed to ‘phenomena’ or things as they appear to us.
1967 Listener 27 July 123/3
It was a revelation, a vision of the noumenon..and I fear that—for
quite a long time—we will glory in the sensuous bliss of it all.
1993 B. KoskoFuzzy Thinking
It is not a Kantian noumenon or ‘thing in itself’ out there beyond the senses. It is a phenomenon in our senses and brain.
I pledge: to push hard to get better and smarter, grow my devotion to the truth, fuel my commitment to beauty, refine my emotions, hone my dreams, wrestle with my shadow, purge my ignorance, and soften my heart— even as I always accept myself for exactly who I am, with all of my so-called foibles and wobbles.
I pledge: to wake myself up, never hold back, have nothing to lose, go all the way, kiss the stormy sky, be the hero of my own story, ask for everything I need and give everything I have, take myself to the river when it's time to go to the river, and take myself to the mountaintop when it's time to go to the mountaintop.
Now I know there is no before nor after, that all escape lies in the perfect contour; now I know that the tale of his lust is lies, his allure has outwitted the flesh, his lust is pure-lust of the eyes for beauty in tangible things; his words fly with wings; now I know that all who have spoken ill, who imperil and threaten the god, are holding their souls to the mirror, light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song; are you strong? he is strong; are you weak? he prevails--but not you to question his power when you falter, the blame is your own; he knows not remorse nor repents, he remains faultless and perfect and whole; he is; you may burn, you may curse, you may threaten, you may pour out red-gold on his altar, he comes to no call, not to magic, nor reason; his word is withdrawn, hieratic, authentic, a king's, yet all may receive it; he turns at a whim, who answers no threat, no call of the flute, no drum-beat of the drum, you may bargain and threaten, the prophet is distant and mute; yet one day he will speak through a child or a thrush or a stray in the market; he will touch with the arm of a herdsman your arm, he will brush with the lips of a brother your lips; you will flame into song, that no merchant can buy, that no priest can cajole; he is here, he is gone. HIS PRESENCE
I foreswore red wine and the white, I was whole, I foreswore lover and love, all delight must come I had said, of the soul; I waited impassioned, alone and alert in the night; did he come? I foreswore child and my home; I said, I will walk, to his most distant wood for his laurel; I wandered alone; I said, on the height, I will find him; I said, he will come with the red first pure light of the sun; I read volume and tome of old magic, I made sign and cross-sign; he must answer old magic; he must know the old symbol, I swear I will find him, I will bind his power in a faggot, a tree, a stone, or a bush or a jar of well-water, I went far to old pilgrim-sites for that water; I entreated the grove and the spring, the bay-tree in flower, I was wise on my way, they said I was wise, I was steeped in their lore, I entreated his love, I prayed him each hour; I was sterile and barren and songless. I came back; he opened my door. HIS RIDDLE
In his power then a toad, or a flower, I asked, does it wither? does he rise in the clod? does he die? his riddle is painful, his coming too facile, if I serve him, I lie for years, a field fallow then furrows of rye, of wheat and of barley, spring up all too early; the wheat-ear and the poppy, nod, one with the lily, iris and anemone; when my days are lonely, he shuns me, when busy, he crowds through the throng of my friends and my guests, remember your vows, he says, you are priest: if I kneel at a shrine, he says, song is wine.
He is yours, he is mine, if we quarrel to hold him, he goes; his the red-lily, the white-rose; if you struggle to whet your stylus, if you hurry to melt scented wax for your tablets, he knows no pity; you will write in the city of fir-trees and loam, in the fields you will sing of the market; you will be among prophets, a satyr; when the note of the flute calls to dance, you will walk drunk but not with that mixed wine; his tune is his own; in his, not in your time, ecstasy will betray you; if he cares, he will flay; if he loves, he will slay you. H.D. Collected Poems 1912-1944