ESOTERICA

About this poem

Like most or perhaps all of my creative compositions, this poem, suggesting its own title of “Esoterica,” emerged from a dream where its scaffolding and its construction were made of abstract symbols; inhabiting a space where I seemed alien, yet I was very much a native. Our dreamworld appears like that to us, our inner world of deep space, a place where we, during the daytime, typically move away from, but return to at nighttime in ritual to rest, perchance to sleep. The world of dreams, then, is our Esoterica, itself a word of wonder and of wonderment. The Merriam-Webster, whose parent organization is the Encyclopaedia Britannica, informs us that the first known use of “esoterica” was circa 1929, six years before I materialized in this physical world, indubitably emerging from someone’s fertile dreamworld. The world of esoterica, Freud’s chthonic dreamworld of latent manifestations, is described in Merriam-Webster as relating to highly specialized subjects, to things understood by or meant for a select few (like psychiatrists and psychologists) to reconcile matters or items. Synonyms of the word “esoteric” include abstruse, obscure, arcane, hard, abstract, and recondite. On its surface this conceptualization may be true, but at its greatest subterranean depths (Carl Jung’s conceptualized world of the Collective Unconscious), we are all fluent natives to this esoteric world of latency during moments of our sleeping and our dreaming. The dreamworld of Esoterica is indeed our frequent haunting residence. more »