Much To Learn

I attach here a brief post I wrote some time ago that helps fill the void created by my taking time to collect these posts and ready them for publication in book form.

I admit I am one of these odd people who thinks we can learn a great deal not only from history but also from great literature. There are many, of course, who would deny that there is any such thing as “great” literature — just literature that some like and others do not. But I agree with Robert Persig, who wrote Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, in which he said that “quality” is one of those things no one can define, but everyone recognizes it when they see it. Greatness is like that.
For example, all sports fans recognize the great athlete. They are rare and stand out above the others. We may not know what it is that sets them apart, but they jump out at us. We might quibble about who was the greatest tennis player, football player, or basketball player. But we know who the great ones were. Great literature is like that. It stands out and commands our attention — if we are well read enough to know what to look for: exceptional writing and insight into the human condition.
I recently came upon a passage in E.M. Forster’s The Longest Journey that helps me make my case. Forster is a poet in the true sense of that term: he creates with words. His creations happen to take the form of novels. This novel is one of those that tells a story, but which also makes us stop and think. In that novel we find the following passage:

“the city [Salisbury] has strayed out of her own plain, climbed up her slopes, and tumbled over them in ugly cataracts of brick. The cataracts are still short, and doubtless they meet or create some commercial need. But instead of looking towards the cathedral, as all the city should, they look outwards at a pagan entrenchment, as the city should not. They neglect the poise of the earth, and the sentiments she has decreed. They are the modern spirit.”

The stunner, of course, is in the final sentence. Forster is pointing to the human tendency — which has grown stronger since he wrote his novels — to put itself in opposition to the earth, to ignore its “sentiments,” and demand that it satisfy human cravings.
Farmers sit in their eight-wheel tractors polluting the air and ripping into the soil in the Fall of the year to expose the dark topsoil to the eroding Winter winds; miners tear apart the earth and leave it exposed as they look for spoils beneath its surface; deforestation leaves the earth bare and parched and unable to provide future growth; we use millions of gallons of water to take precious oil from deep beneath the earth and burn it up in our gas-guzzling automobiles and trucks; we topple trees and cover the exposed earth with concrete parking lots and malls so we can shop for goods we don’t really need; and so it goes. In so many ways we do, indeed, “neglect the poise of the earth.” If we ever knew what stewardship meant, we have forgotten it in our haste to beat the world into submission to our will, to meet our endless demands, and continue to provide nourishment for growing human populations.
Forster’s passing remark strikes chords and makes us pause and reflect. That is a mark of great poetry.


9 thoughts on “Much To Learn

  1. Very well said. I was especially pleased to see the reference to Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, as it is one of my favourites! And yes, greatness is not really definable, but we know it when we see it. Though … I must admit that some of what is typically considered great literature does not appeal to me …

    I had a bottle of Famous Grouse waiting for you on Monday morning, but when you didn’t show up, the gang devoured it! They seemed to enjoy it, though a few were a bit wobbly on their way to work! 😀

    • Sorry. I was on the North Shore of Minnesota for a long weekend. But I saw the empty bottle when I returned and hope all had a good time! By the way, we can allow that something is great without liking it ourselves! I realize that there are those who know what a great wine is and I taste it and want to spit it out! The same is true about much modern art. But knowing there is something I think I am missing I may want to try again, look again, listen to those who claim to know (they just might, m you know!). If we reject the notion of greatness altogether we will almost certainly simply ignore it and turn away, missing out on a way to broaden our horizons!

      • I fully agree … and I would add that our tastes in all things tend to change as we mature/age. This is true of foods, art, music, literature, and even people. I have found that I thoroughly enjoy some things that I disliked 30 years ago. I also think this is the reason for many divorces … people change and not always in the same directions. And that is my bit of philosophical “wisdom” for the day! 😀

  2. Material wealth is such a ‘poor’ commodity. But the machines of economic growth continue to devour our rich natural resources to produce artificial facsimiles of life. Such self defeating goals are misguided attempts to realise ourselves as intellectually superior to all other life forms. Oh how the universe must be laughing at our stupidity! 😕

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