Tuesday 30 August 2022

GMH

 Poetry came up in conversation with neighbours yesterday - not me, I didn't tip it that way with a nod or a wink or a timely quotation - Mary offered a Gerard Manley Hopkins' kingfisher, remembered from the lessons of an enthusiastic English teacher when she was a girl, how often the way.  

If i had it by heart, which I should, I'd offer this quiet piece by the celebrated Hopkins at any time. And i'm not surprised to be reminded of it at this juncture, at a turning over of books, stones and fond conjecture, looking for inspiration.


Heaven-Haven

        (a nun takes the veil)
  I have desired to go
      Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
  And a few lilies grow.

  And I have asked to be
      Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
  And out of the swing of the sea.   

Sunday 28 August 2022

Con Brio

Good poetry and strong performances in #XI of the outdoor voices at Angry Cow Poetry. A stand-out is Angie Haze's "Dance for the Seeds" at 1.07.11, once seen, undodgeable. And if i herd with the quieter ones, there is is urgency, passion and thought given voice, for the most part, and I was brought up short by the force of these pieces.  Next time:  Con brio! Like the man said. YouTube Link

Angie Haze


Dom

Friday 12 August 2022

Of the wise men

A super essay from Eliot on Lancelot Andrewes: a lesson in devotion and the discipline needed to write it out.  Anyone with an appetite for the best use and lift in writing, clear-sightedness over confusion, might learn from these notes on a stalwart of the early Anglican Church.  “Intellect and sensibility were in harmony and hence arise the particular qualities of his style.”

It is beyond me to take Andrewes' work head-on: Latin ungrasped, allusions pitched in knowledge ancient, not familiar.  But I perceive a word squeezed for its essence… [as] each new word or phrase represents a new development, he assimilates his material and advances by means of it, his quotation is not decoration or irrelevance, but the matter in which he expresses what he wants to say.  If he repeats, it is because the repetition has a real force of expression.

Andrewes tried to confine himself to the elucidation of what he considered essential in the dogma.  He was drilling down, digging in, “purifying a disturbed or cryptic lecture-note into lucid profundity.”  In this regard, and often with the constructions of his time:

I am two fools, I know,

      For loving, and for saying so

          In whining poetry;

he offers more and better than the often vague -  if intentionally so - somewhat distracted Donne. As for the rest of us, Eliot's eye sweeps the auditorium:

To persons whose minds are habituated to feed on the vague jargon of our time, when we have a vocabulary for everything and exact ideas about nothing – when a word half understood, torn from its place in some alien or half-formed science… conceals from both writer and reader the meaninglessness of a statement, when all dogma is in doubt except the dogmas of science of which we have read in the newspapers, when the language of theology itself, under the influence of an undisciplined mysticism of popular philosophy, tends to  become a language of tergiversation – Andrewes may seem pedantic and verbal.  It is only when we have saturated ourselves in his prose, followed the movement of his thought, that we find his examination of words terminating in the ecstasy of assent…

Andrewes forces a concrete presence upon us.
Of the wise men come from the East:

It was no summer progress. A cold coming they had of it at this time of the year, just the worst time of the year to take a journey, and specially a long journey in. The ways deep, the weather sharp, the days short, the sun farthest off, in solstitio brumali, ‘the very dead of winter’.

And I am prompted to return to Introduction to the Devout Life, by Francois de Sales, first suggested by Aldous Huxley in The Perennial Philosophy, and pick up again that comparable contributor to the discovery of humility's iron.