Monday, January 04, 2010

The Death of Walt Whitman's Dreams for America

Poem Hunter is a site that offers to send a daily (more or less) poetic selection to your email address. They don’t spam and they don’t appear to distribute your address to all and sundry. While many of the selections don’t appeal to me (save me from "Trees"), some are just right. They remind me to go back and look at a poet I’ve not read in a while.

In this case, Walt Whitman.

Way back when we first met, the Baron used to recite or read sections of "Leaves of Grass" to me. Until that point, I hadn’t cared much for Whitman. He was too…sprawling, perhaps, too loud and boisterous. Things changed; over the years I’ve come to appreciate his special voice.

The Poem Hunter is a grab bag of good and bad selections. Today's choice, A Song, brings you up short. You realize that Whitman's expansive hope for America was in vain. “Comrade” has been so contaminated by events that lay in the future beyond Whitman's brief span, that we, the inheritors of his work, cannot use the word anymore without irony. Amazing to contemplate the evil done in the name of comradeship in the 20th century.

I hope, I pray that the 21st century will be less bloody, that fewer people will die at the hands of those wielding yet another sword in the name of yet another Utopia.

That hope may be in vain. Already I hear otherwise normal, kind people talking about the need for “population control” in this country but they don’t talk about the methods to be employed in this endeavor. They don’t say it out loud because it means abortion on one end of life and euthanasia on the other. Do they think that these ideas will have no effect on them or on the ones they love? Do they think the many deaths already accomplished have made our nation a better place?

The best revolution would be the realization that all of us are connected at some level. Our individual selves are necessary, but they aren’t sufficient for living in the fullness of reality.

The old Catholic idea has been lost, the one which proposes the idea there is no private morality, we are always either building up or destroying by our behavior or our thoughts, public or private. None of us want to consider being so closely monitored. It interferes in the extreme with our idea of individual liberty. But what if the larger reality revealed individuals connected to one another by various webs of belonging (as Teilhard de Chardin believed)?

That view, of connections to one another, could have begun in the ancient Jewish belief of blessings and cursings. The translators of Christ’s words may have been a bit leery of the idea of cursing someone. “Blessed are the meek” was fine. But cursing the un-meek? Did they change the words so that we read now the easier-to-digest “woe unto him”? As in, perhaps, “woe unto him who hurts the least of these, the children…” . Sounds safe enough until you realize this may be an example of the Jewish belief in cursing someone, in proclaiming your hope in his receiving his just desserts for a particular behavior. Pedophilia, anyone?

We are modern now. We don’t believe in blessing people, and we certainly don’t discuss cursing them. Jung probably wrote about this somewhere, or perhaps the Italian Freudian, Roberto Assagioli, who wrote about the concept of the will. This lack of belief is the price we are willing to pay for our faith in science and our belief in its priests who reduce life to those things which can be expressed as provable hypotheses. We live inside this religion; thus we may not consider the webs of connections that might exist between and among us all. This notion cannot be proved, therefore it not to be considered, contemplated or discussed, much less researched! Heaven forefend!

But back to Whitman’s America. What a robust, finely drawn contemplation! What a blessing he made:

A Song

Come, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
I will make divine magnetic lands,
With the love of comrades,
With the life-long love of comrades.

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of
America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over
the prairies;
I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other’s
necks;
By the love of comrades,

By the manly love of comrades.
For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme!
For you! for you, I am trilling these songs,
In the love of comrades,
In the high-towering love of comrades.

Those towers crumbled long ago, beaten down by the hammers and sickles of utopians. Though their stated aims use different terms now, the name of the game is the same: Destruction of all who are not exactly like us.

As for Whitman’s “inseparable cities”, if we really cared, we would treat the destruction of Detroit by greed and corruption (look at the photos on that site) as we attempted to treat the destruction of New Orleans by Hurricane Katrina. Detroit did not, does not, deserve the terrible pestilence of greed visited upon it any more than New Orleans "deserved" the wrath of Katrina. The latter is different only in that it was an unavoidable act of nature(unless you stop to ask why New Orleans continues to exist where it does).

Detroit is becoming known as The Feral City due to generations of soul-rotted "leaders" that bled her dry and left her corpse to rot, her people to scrabble for their bread.

The corrupters moved on, safe from the stench of their works. I do wonder sometimes if they are safe from the curses of those they left behind.

Is this the price we pay for killing our not-yet children and our old people? Is there a web of connections we cannot see, stuck as we are inside the limits of our faith in Scientism?

If that is not the case, then tell me, oh American, where did our love go?

4 Comments:

At 10:31 PM, Blogger Ron Russell said...

This post was quite revealing---Detriot, a once great city at the confluence of rivers which were the life blood of colonial America, increased in statue on the shoulders of Ford and other great Americans only to be crushed by the emerging progressivism that spewed a collectivism alien to the founders, a man-made disaster of the first magnitude, totally unlike Katrina and the winds of nature.

New Orleans exist because it is New Orleans a city at the mouth of America, a once great port second only to New York in years gone by. The greatness of the mighty big muddy which emptys its wealth into the sea that waits to carry its treasures to the world.

Your writing is above and beyond, I am a simple man who trives to reach that which seems almost out of reach, but nevertheless I must try and at times I feel I've reach that point only to come back again to reality.

Great blog you have. I will add you to my links at TOTUS.

 
At 1:13 AM, Blogger Dymphna said...

Thanks for the nice words, ROn.

RE: New Orleans. It is sinking and nothing can stop it. We will pour billions into attempting to do so but it will be in vain.

It wouldn't be so bad if that were private money but it's not. It's your money and my money.

There will be more hurricanes and more destruction and eventually people will stop returning...as many did this time.

As for Detroit, well...can the buggy whip industry be revitalized? We pour money in GM and it goes out the door to cover, among other things, football games. Now the Board of Directors will have FOUR government workers instead of two.

Government jobs are on the increase but no others are...we're being eaten limb by limb.

 
At 6:31 PM, Blogger Bill said...

New Orleans is not the same as the Port of New Orleans. The former needs to be left to rot and the latter allowed to florish. I think New Orleans will always exist because evil has to have a homebase. Everything I have read about New Orleans either fact or fiction tends to dwell on its lack of morals and its corruption, as if these were really the reason for its existence.

Detroit became what it is on the gullibility of workers for what their union leaders told them and the complacence of managers that would not truly stand up to unions. As a consequence for many years workers thought that they were getting what they were due when actually they were getting something for nothing. The bill finally came due.

 
At 6:51 PM, Blogger Dymphna said...

Good distinction between the two. I am only familiar with Nawlins, not the port. It is a seedy place, and corruption covers it like brown on chocolate.

Both New Orleans and Detroit are run by corrupt Democrat machines. So is Chicago for that matter, but it is less predominately black. The Irish, like Daley, aren't any cleaner but they are more careful not to kill the golden egg. As sad as the truth is, when a political machine becomes black it also becomes even more corrupt. Saint Louis is another.

The machine killing California is the unions, and that grew out of the Dems' control. They just raised the withholding taxes on everyone as a means of "borrowing" money to fund the union jobs. Gov't jobs.

We are being killed off by our parasitic goverment, but first we have to watch the slow, ugly death of our cities??

God help us.

 

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