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A N D R Z E J B R A K O N I E C K I , ERIDANUS - GATE I, OIL, 5 0 " X 5 4 " A 35 d a y C e l e b r a t i o n at t h e S e y m o u r A r t c r e a t i n g t h e c o n s t e l l a t i o n in P h a e t h o n ' s Gallery h o n o u r , in p i t y he C o s m i c river, c o n s t e l l a t i o n , m y t h o l o g i c a l R i v e r o f D e a t h . T h e River o f Life. E r i d a n u s , y o u w e r e b r o u g h t t o e a r t h a n d m a d e t o frame o n e man's dreams. Malcolm Lowry found you and Burrard c h a n g e d P h a e t h o n ' s sisters i n t o p o p l a r trees t h a t t h e y might a l w a y s b e n e a r a n d p r o t e c t t h e i r b r o t h e r . M a l c o l m L o w r y , The plucked you from heaven a n d bestowed you upon Forest Path to the Spring. Inlet--his Eridanus. C o n c e a l e d w i t h i n t h e collection of stories, Hear Us 0 Lord from Heaven Thy Dwelling Place, Lowry shares A s d e s t i n y i n s i s t s o n h a v i n g it b o t h w a y s , L o w r y w a s b o r n ( 1 9 0 9 ) a n d d i e d ( 1 9 5 7 ) . B e t w e e n t h o s e e x t r e m e s h e lived a restless life o f w a n d e r i n g , e x p l o r i n g , a n d c o n t e m p l a t i n g the a m o m e n t b e n e a t h t h e stars. A n d like E r i d a n u s itself, in its e t e r n a l f l u x a n d f l o w , w a s t h e inlet. For in t h e heavens at n i g h t , as m y w i f e t a u g h t m e , dark and wandering beneath blazing Orion, flowed t h e starry c o n s t e l l a t i o n E r i d a n u s , k n o w n b o t h a s t h e River o f D e a t h a n d t h e River o f L i f e , a n d p l a c e d t h e r e b y J u p i t e r i n r e m e m b r a n c e of P h a e t h o n , w h o o n c e h a d t h e s p l e n d i d illusion that he c o u l d g u i d e t h e fiery steeds o f t h e s u n as w e l l a s his f a t h e r P h o e b u s . L e g e n d merely states that Jupiter, s e n s i n g t h e d a n g e r t o t h e world, shot a thunderbolt w h i c h , striking Phaethon, hurled w o r l d -- a l m o s t a t h i r d o f w h i c h h e s p e n t in C a n a d a -- a c o n s i d e r e d by s o m e t o b e his m o s t p r o d u c t i v e . time Although L o w r y ' s w r i t i n g d a y s c a m e t o a halt in 1 9 5 7 , his stories seem to be part of a continuum that has never Lowry really been about completed. Remembering Malcolm is l e s s r e c a l l i n g t h i s m a n ' s l i f e , t h a n it is a b o u t e x p e r i e n c i n g a n d i n c o r p o r a t i n g his living p r e s e n c e . It w a s n o t s o l o n g a g o t h a t a y o u n g P o l i s h m a n h a d h i s first encounter with Malcolm Lowry while reading what has h i m , h i s h a i r o n f i r e , i n t o t h e River P o , t h e n t h a t , i n a d d i t i o n t o S e p t e m b e r I O c t o b e r