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| Tree Line at Maudslay Estate CC Jean Stimmell: Newburyport MA. 4//17/14 |
A certain
book, The Human Province,[i]
jumped out at me, demanding my attention while I was browsing at the Book and
Bar in Portsmouth recently. It is a journal by Elias Canetti, some one I admit
I wasn’t familiar with.
But I like
what I found out: he was a highly-awarded German writer who won the Nobel Prize
for literature in 1981 “for writings marked by a broad
outlook, a wealth of ideas and artistic power".
He says in
the preface that “this volume contains my jottings from 1942 to 1972.” I enjoy reading journals, particularly intellectual journals that trace the slender
threads of fleeting insights to see if they weave themselves together into
stronger cord or fall to the floor as random flotsam. In my conceit, I like to
think of my blog, Psychoscapes, constructed of my own jottings, as
such a journal.
Canetti’s
jottings are often cryptic and enigmatic:
“Only an
image can please you totally, but
never a human being. The origins of angels.”[ii]
“The
inklings of poets are the forgotten adventures of God.”[iii]
“Experiencing
and judging are as distinct as breathing and biting.”[iv]
“A
philosopher getting through life without a single answer. But oh how he asks.”[v]
Many are
about death. My favorite quote– one I couldn’t get out of my mind – ends with
the starkness of a mathematical equation:
“You carry the most important things
in you for forty or fifty years before you venture of articulate them. For this
very reason, you cannot reckon what it is lost with those people who die early.
All people die early.”[vi]
Yesterday
we visited Newburyport and while there, took the dog for a walk in Maudslay
State Park, a former grand estate. Walking around the decaying formal gardens,
once the pride and joy of the owner’s eye, Canetti’s quote came back to me,
weighing upon my mind.
When I saw
the line of trees (see the image above), I thought of the landowner tenderly
overseeing the planting of them as young twigs. Now, dead and dying like a long
line of us of varying ages, before either they or we could articulate the important things
in our lives.
Again,
when I came across a sad and desolate, ancient hedge (the image of which
follows), Canetti’s quote transfixed me, this time in this dead and tangled vision
of decaying trees planted in a straight line, against the dictates of nature. Of
course they never had a chance to articulate who they really are.
Do you think it is the same with us?
Do you think it is the same with us?
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| Hedge in black and white at the Maudslay Estate CC Jean Stimmell: Newburyport MA. 4//17/14 |
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