Shocker: some things are learned for their own sake; not for "application" |
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Shocker: some things are learned for their own sake: not for "application"
By Jon Rappoport
At college a few lifetimes ago, one of my earliest
experiences was reading Yeats' Sailing to Byzantium. Here is the famous
last stanza:
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
At the time, in those college years, it was well understood
that you learned some things for their own sake. You didn't even have to
agree with the sentiment expressed. You could appreciate the
expression.
Certain expressions were aesthetic and spiritual and alive in their own way. Argument on that score was unnecessary.
What about the opening lines of Dylan Thomas' Fern Hill? If they don't take you off your chair, read them out loud a few times:
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
No one asked the student how he was going to use those words
of a poem when he was working, years later, for a bank. No one asked him
how he was going make the words count when he was fronting for a suit
filed by a corporation. No one said he had to postpone appreciating
poetry because injustices still existed in the world.
Education can expose students to glorious things they will never apply.
Yet, those things can transform their lives.
As civilization declines, an impression is imparted that there are only crises. Every event is some kind of crisis.
If that were true, what would be left over? What inner life would be possible?
What joy could be experienced for its own sake?
All of this leads me back to a theme I've covered from many
different angles over the years. Reality, ordinary reality is not the
end-all and be-all.
Art, for example, proves that.
The thrill of actual poetry proves that.
Why do I bother saying all this? Because part of what it
means to have a civilization is part of what it means to be an
individual: there is a profound appreciation of human creations. When
that goes by the boards, when education ignores that because "more
important issues" must be presented and framed and slanted, for purposes
of sheer indoctrination, life-force drains away.
Elevated language taken to poetic heights is not a mere distraction.
Many years ago, when I was working at a community college, I
started an informal poetry project. I brought together a small group of
foreign students and taped them reading poems in their own languages
(Portuguese, ancient Persian, English, etc.). I wanted them to hear the
sounds of those poems, apart from their meaning. I wanted them to hear
the music(s).
Now we're talking about real diversity, not the fake imposed
version. Now we're talking about great energies that have been injected
into, and fortified in, many languages by individual poets from all
times and places.
Now we're talking about the heights those cultures reached, not the depths to which they sank.
Now we're talking about an authentic level of understanding reaching across bridges and gaps.
There is something very right about that.
Burned flowers of the field
My noon is over, growing old
Everything I have is finally sold
Sewed designs for men with money
Thinking it was duty
To watch them lead the world to war
From my little field of beauty
I wrote that poem when I was 23. It was published in 1966, in
The Massachusetts Review. At the time, I was focused on the break-up of
The American Dream. Soon after, I had my moment of insight, when it
became clear to me that individuals and their minds and imaginations and
choices could exceed the negative reach of any civilization and, at the
same time, fertilize that civilization. Reality (things as they are) is
not the answer; it is the lowest common denominator, which waits for
people to sign declarations of surrender.
Preposterous surrender.
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Jon Rappoport
The
author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM
THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US
Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a
consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the
expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he
has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles
on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin
Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and
Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics,
health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world.
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