Sunday, September 27, 2009

Poetry as an instrument of social change

Shelley knew well that he was two men, a man and a poet. This is a dangerous knowledge, especially when applied to men who are not poets but who think they are. Yet it is certainly true of a poet like Shelley that one of the characters in his double-personality was a man trying out the crude material of his poetry crudely in his life; the other, the poet who purifies, moulds, and transforms this material in his work. The man Shelley had the shrill, excitable voice which jarred on the ears of several hearers (they still complain to posterity about it) : the poet has a voice which wins readers by the thrilling purity 'of its music. The political thinker and activist, Shelley lived out ideas which often seem staring caricatures of themselves in his example : the poet was engaged in a perpetual struggle to express these ideas in vivid and impassioned imaginitive language, so that they might pierce beneath the surface habit of thinking of his readers, to a deeper level where human existences are bound together in love, and thus change men by giving them a new and truer view of their natures, so that they in turn might change society. Shelley wrote-directly and indirectly-a good deal about what he considered the function of poetry to be. There is no better way of examining his own poetry than by con­sidering first of all some of these aims, and then comparing them with his achievement.

The mine of all his views is contained in the famous essay The Defence of Poetry, which contains the challenging and challenged statement that ' poets are the unacknowledged legislators of mankind'. His argument is that the roots of human institutions lie in the imaginitive life of humanity, so that the animation of this life by poetry will affect institu­tions. He is surely not wrong in making this general claim. The law of the Old Testament is very close to the poetry of the prophets. The self-visioning of England by the English which has sent generations of the young to the ends of the earth, and which has inspired again and again the defence of their island from opponents, is to an incal­culable extent owing to Shakespeare, Milton, and Words­worth. Perhaps it is the incalculableness of the effect of the poet on legislation which makes Shelley's statement objec­tionable to some minds. Or perhaps it is the poet's idea that in this lies the defence of poetry. Herrick's poem about 'a sweet disorder in the dress' may have affected sartorial fashion, but one cannot imagine Herrick defending his poem on these grounds. He was simply occupied in making an object, a poem, without regard to its effect. Shelley certainly represents a tendency of poets to have their eyes not on their poems, but on the effects of their poetry. On the other hand, Shakespeare in his sonnets makes extravagant worldly claims for his poetry, and both Milton and Wordsworth regarded themselves as ' unacknowledged legislators', if not as something much grander. Too much has been made of an effective phrase which is neither so original or so controversial as some critics seem to imagine.

The core of Shelley's belief about poetry lies in the fol­lowing passage from the same essay:

We have more moral, political, and historical wisdom than we know how to reduce into practice; we have more scientific and economic knowledge than can be accommodated to the just distribution of the produce which it multiplies. The poetry in these systems of thought, is concealed by the accumul­ation of facts and calculating processes. . . . We want the creative faculty to imagine that which we know.

'Imagining that which we know.' By this, Shelley means creating in poetry a language of the imagination which may include the enormous advances in specialized knowledge of the modern age. Thus poetry may become a meeting place of the forces most affecting a modern society. Such poetry would be at the same time modern and traditional. Poetry would be continuously revolutionized by the new life of modern men, and at the same time it would retain that traditionalist position at the centre of social forces, which it has had in the great ages of literature.

So that in Shelley's view poetry should be an instrument which translates specialized branches of knowledge and specialized activities of modem life into one symbolic language where all these separate activities meet within the life of the imagination. But at the same time, Shelley remembers that the poet is an individual with particular tastes decided by his own personality, that is by his indivi­dual capacity for love:

Poetry enlarges the circumference of the imagination by replenishing it with thoughts of ever new delight, which have the power of attracting and assimilating to their own nature all other thoughts, and which form new intervals and interstices whose void for ever craves fresh food. Poetry strengthens that faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man, in the same manner as exercise strengthens a limb. A poet therefore would do ill to embody his own conceptions of right and wrong, which are usually those of his place and time, in his poetical creations, which participate in neither.

This, written, in 1821, shows how far Shelley had travelled in the eight years since he wrote the didactic Queen Mab. Of all his work, the one in which he was most successful in fulfilling his own poetic ideal is undoubtedly Prometheus Unbound. For here he creates poetry enclosing in its references the whole range of his considerable knowledge. He pursued his own vein of fantasy without inhibition, and without forcing himself into didactic channels; and the subject he chose-the liberation of Prometheus (humanity) from his enchainment by Jupiter (tyranny of rulers and beliefs)- is ennobling and beautiful in the highest degree. The famous lines with which the Third Act ends show Shelley's poetry functioning according to his ideal vision of his poetic function:

None frowned, none trembled, none with eager fear

Gazed on another's eye of cold command,

Until the subject of a tyrant's will

Became, worse fate, the abject of his own,

Which spurred him, like an outspent horse, to death.

None wrought his lips in truth-entangling lines

Which smiled the lie his tongue disdained to speak;

None, with firm sneer, trod out in his own heart

The sparks of love and hope till there remained

Those bitter ashes, a soul self-consumed,

And the wretch crept a vampire among men,

Infecting all with his own hideous ill ;

None talked that common, false, cold, hollow talk

Which makes the heart deny the yes it breathes,

Yet question that unmeant hypocrisy

With such a self-mistrust as has no name.

And women, too, frank, beautiful, and kind

As the free heaven which rains fresh light and dew

On the wide earth, past; . . . . . . . .

This passage-and the whole speech by the Spirit of the Hour, from which it comes-is one of those rare examples ­found rarely also in Wordsworth-in which a poet's theories about the function of poetry suddenly fuse with his inspira­tion. The structure of the thought has an extreme sim­plicity which is illustrated with rich complexity. It con­trasts the negation of a certain kind of life with its opposite, the assertion of another life. The overthrow of Jupiter by Prometheus in the poetic drama is supposed to have freed the positive virtues of living from the freezing social lies which are negative. Here Shelley creates in his poetry the microcosm of a change within society which is supposed to transform the world; and within the same imaginative act he is able to draw vividly upon his impressive knowledge of science, as well as of classical mythology, to illustrate the change.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

A daily mantra

“Let me contemplate the adorable splendour of Him who created the earth, the air, and the starry spheres, and sends the power of comprehension within the minds.” Gayatri Mantra.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Oldman and youth.

Barley and wheat fields he possess'd, and well,

Though rich, loved justice; wherefore all the

flood

That turn'd his mill-wheels was unstain'd with

mud,

And in his smithy blazed no fire of hell.

He walked his way of life straight on, and plain,

With justice cloth'd, like linen white and clean;

And ever rustling toward the poor, I ween,

Like public fountains ran his sacks of grain.

Good master, faithful friend, in his estate

Frugal, yet generous beyond the youth,

He won regard of woman; for, in sooth,

The young man may be fair, the old man's great.

V. Hugo.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

A fathers joy.

Two fathers gave their Sons some money. One father gave his son £300 and the other gave his son £150. When the two sons counted up their money, they found that between them they had only £300. How do you explain this?

While there arc two fathers and two sons, there are only three people grandfather, father and son. The grandfather gave his son £300. Out of this £300 the father gave his son £150. Thus between the father and the son two Sons they have only £300.

Music sweet music

When Handel was engaged upon the Oratorio of the Messiah, he was found with his face resting upon the table, his form shaken with sobs. Before him lay the score open at the place where it is written, “He was despised, he was rejected”.

Music unveils for us part of the general harmony of nature, and we feel ourselves partakers of it. This emotional response is found in a piece of music like Beethoven's Fidelio which engenders that feeling of harmony of sisterhood and brotherhood. Plato puts among the principal results of music, that it begets love in the heart, a sympathy with one another and with what is good and true. And Schopenhauer develops the same thought: "The unspeakable inwardness of all music, by virtue of which it brings before us a heaven so near yet so far, arises from the quickening of the inner nature which it produces."

Shakespeare tell us how the opposite feeling of estrangement is the result of a lack of love for music-

" Nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage,

But music for the time doth change its nature.

The man that hath no music in himself,

Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,

Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils:

The motions of his spirit are dull as night,

And his affections dark as Erebus."

Psychotherapy is discovering the inestimable value of music as a means of stabilizing mental health patients and great music can rouse nations to noble causes as seen by Live Aid etc., Let's have some more sweet music for world harmony and peace!

Bruce Springsteen evokes this in that famous song loved by all peace makers .. 'We shall overcome'...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNaXve485MA

In birth a baby shrills a sweet melody of arrival, at death, as all hospice workers know, the last sense to go is our hearing...

How easy it is for labels to stick!

You probably heard the story about the man who went to a catholic priest and said “Father, I want you to say a Mass for my dog”. The priest was indignant. “What do you mean, say a Mass for your dog? “It’s my pet dog” said the man. “I love that dog and I’d like to offer a Mass for him”. The priest said, “We don't do Masses for dogs here. You might try the denomination down the street. Ask them if they might have a service for you.” As the man was leaving, he said to the priest, “Too bad, I really loved that dog. I planned to offer a half-million pounds stipend for the Mass. And the priest said, “Wait a minute, you never told me your dog was catholic!”

Tennyson

When the dumb hour, clothed in black,

Brings the dreams about my bed,

Call me not so often back,

Silent voices of the dead,

Toward the lowland ways behind me,

And the sunlight that is gone!

Call me rather, silent voices,

Forward to the starry track,

Glimmering up the heights beyond me,

On, and always on!

These lines were dictated by Tennyson shortly before his death. In the new golden treasury a note is appended: “if a friendship of near half a century may allow me to say it, those solemn words, as sorrowful yet always rejoicing, give the key to Alfred Tennyson inmost nature, his life and his poetry.”

We can build our future on past achievements

If we tried
To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure
The future would not stand.

Newton repeated the ancient remarks that a successor sees farther than his predecessors because he stands on their shoulders.

After two Great World wars should we not be able to see clearly today that wars just cause unnecessary pain and sorrow to BOTH sides of any conflict? Overcome evil with good, that is the ancient lesson for peace. Why have we not learnt this simple lesson yet?

Maximum capacity

An ancient and valuable fragile Chinese vase had been found by the villagers. There was an argument in the teahouse as to its exact capacity. During the wrangling, the Mulla entered. The people appealed to him for a ruling.

‘Simple,’ said Nasrudin. ‘Bring the vase here, together with some sand.’ He had the vase filled with layer after layer of fine sand, packing it down with a mallet. Ultimately it burst.

‘There you are,’-he turned to the company triumphantly-‘the maximum capacity has been reached. All you have to do now is to remove one grain of sand, and you will have the precise amount needed to fill a container like this.’

Mullah Nasudin

Our light can shine bright for peace and love.

A famous Christian preacher tells the story of a blind man who was found sitting at the corner of a street in a great city with a lantern beside him. Some one went up to him and asked what he had the lantern there for, seeing that he was blind, and the light was the same to him as the darkness. The blind man replied— “I have it so that no one may stumble over me.”

His conclusion? Reading the bible is one thing but we need to remember that hundreds read US!

Good reason for not missing the obvious

Buddha has a delightfully sarcastic dialogue in which a poor soul shot by a poisoned arrow becomes intensely interested in all kinds of things about the arrow, the wood of which it was made, the kind of bow that shot it, what bird’s feathers winged it, even the complexion of the archer, was he dark or fair, anything and everything that touches it, however remotely. He keeps talking and thinking round and round about the arrow, and learns everything about it; - but never pulls it out and dies.

You tug it out, cries Buddha, before the poison soaks through your system. After that we can discuss it, but not till then.

My Creed

Hope evermore and believe!

Go from the east to the west, as the sun and the stars direct thee,

Go with the girdle of man, go and encompass the earth.

Not for the gain of gold; for the getting, the hoarding, the having,

But for the joy of the deed; but for the duty to do.

Go with the spiritual life, the higher volition and action,

With the great girdle of God, go and encompass the earth!

Go with the sun moon and stars, and yet evermore in thy spirit

Say to thyself: it is good: yet is there better than it.

This that I see is not all, and this that I do is but little;

Nevertheless it is good, though there is better than it

Arthur Hugh Cough 1819 -1861

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

For Kaytei my faithful friend of peace

There is a Chinese story of an old farmer who had an old horse for tilling his fields, One day the horse escaped into the hills and when all the farmer’s neighbours sympathised with the old man over his bad luck, the farmer replied, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?” A week later the horse returned with a herd of wild horses from the hills and this time the neighbours congratulated the farmer on his good luck His reply was, “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?” Then, when the farmer’s son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, be fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck Not the farmer, whose only reaction was, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?” Some weeks later the army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there. When they saw the farmer’s son with his broken leg they let him oft Now was that good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?