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Monday, August 23, 2004
Closed for Repairs.
I've had enough of this. I'm moving to Movable Type. If you have any suggestions for me...well, they'll be much appreciated.
Why Are My Links Trying To Fly Under Radar...
They seem to have drifted down like a pair of low-riders. Any help on how to fix this? Anyone? Anyone?
Kingsfield, You...Are...A...Son...Of...A....Bitch, Or: Once Again Fighting Gale-force Windiness With Recondite Windiness!
This post has, a month later, drawn a windy response from its subject. Jesse Panuccio, at first writing at Ex Parte, now guest DJing on my month-old comments page, has taken serious umbrage with my critique:
From the comments:
It is good to know that Ex Parte is picking up some new fans. I feel your comments deserve a response. Because this interface only allows 1000 characters at a time, my response to your comment will be posted in several pieces. Please see below, and I apologize for how they are broken up:
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:20 pm | #
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First, as to your substantive points about the “piece:”
While perhaps my post was a bit too sarcastic and hastily written (for instance, upon second examination, I found my math was mistaken at one point: 4-3 not 5-3), it was merely a quick citation to another incidence of a baseless attack on Bill Pryor and a few other of President Bush’s appointees. You mention that this “piece is about Pryor.” I suppose you are correct, but again this seems to be about as fine and useful a truism as the piece’s assertion that had Pryor not been on the court, his vote would not have been counted. The “piece” did not discuss the case at hand in any substantive way or offer any background as to the legal issues involved. Rather, the piece simply pointed out that Pryor’s vote must have been ideologically motivated.
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:21 pm | #
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Although you may reasonably disagree, I do not think that in a “piece” about the influence of ideological leanings on judicial voting, the fact that ¼ of the circuit did not vote along some perceived ideological bias is insignificant. This “piece” was vapid and shallow—simply another attack in a long and mean spirited smear campaign that betrays these groups for what they are—political machines and purveyors of disinformation and slander. For example, you might take a look at this Sixty Minutes piece (http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/03/25/60minutes
/main608667.shtml) on Judge Pickering. Notice that the head of the local NAACP formed some very strong opinions on the man without knowing very much about him. I suspect something similar might go on in the civilrights.org shop.
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:21 pm | #
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As for my “use of ‘intern.’” No harm intended to interns everywhere and anywhere as I, and many of my peers on Ex Parte, held that esteemed and illustrious position this summer. A little self-deprecation at worst. I used this term to suggest that this “piece” is not serious analysis, but rather just the type of project a lobbying group such as civilrights.org might farm out to a team of eager summer interns ready to save the world by any means necessary—a post that would be thrown up on the website with little editing and little substantive content.
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:23 pm | #
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Now that we have dispensed with that, let’s turn to your flattering ad hominem attacks.
This post was made in the context of a long conversation that has occurred on Ex Parte and between and among members of the HLS Federalist Society concerning judicial nominations (and with the background that Bill Pryor spoke at HLS last year). I did not, of course, realize that a scholar of your merit and wit would be reading and might come to the post unaware of that previous history and context and require more background before jumping to conclusions about ideological leanings, intellectual capacity, and tolerance for the ideas of others.
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:23 pm | #
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You say the following:
“What irks me, however, is this kind of acidic half-assedness, an off-hand disdain for opposite ideas that comes across like a Scalian version of the bawdy inside-humor of a frat house party room.”
This is all very witty and I’m sure you find your own prose very flattering and erudite. I wonder, however, if the hypocrisy inherent in this statement—a statement in which you are criticizing the ideas of another—does not irk you as well.
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:24 pm | #
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Before you defame others on your blog, I suggest you conduct a little more research. You, sir, have no basis for judging my attitude for “opposite ideas.” To boot, you have no basis to know whether I support the vote that Pryor made in this case—since the piece did not deal with the substantive issue, my criticism was not focused on the debate over whether gays in Florida can adopt.
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:24 pm | #
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You do two very interesting and opposite things in your post. You address the merits of my post, and make a few decent points. Fair enough and I would be happy to have a true dialogue with you about them. You then, however, go on to criticize me, on the basis of one post, as being intellectually shallow and narrow-minded. In effect, you do exactly what you criticize me of doing. Other ideas “come across like a Scalian version of the bawdy inside-humor of a frat house party room.” I’m just assuming—and I could be mistaken—that you disagree with Justice Scalia (and conservatives) on many issues. However, many intelligent liberals will admit that Justice Scalia is an intellectual force to be reckoned with.
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:25 pm | #
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You, however, reduced him—and his “opposite ideas” to a clever and dismissive little adjective that you can chuckle at with knowing superiority and righteousness. Well, bully for you. I think I’ll take the frat house humor to the hypocritical, arrogant poo-pooing of the latte drinkers at Starbucks any day.
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:26 pm | #
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Now, if you will excuse me, my Neanderthal, conformist friends and I need to slink off to a cave as we are late for keg stand. Perhaps I will come across you and band of post-modern superheroes the next time I pass an Internet café in Greenwich Village.
Good luck to you in law school. If you are actually as self-congratulatory and intellectually smug as your blog suggests, you may need it.
Jesse Panuccio | 08.23.04 - 12:26 pm | #
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If you feel the need to respond to this, and you needn’t, I would rather you email me directly. I have no desire to continue this with you on a blog I don’t regularly read—nor am I particularly inclined to have a long debate over a comment I quickly posted from work this summer in the context of a specific, but dated, discussion on Ex Parte.*
Jesse Panuccio
*Note the sneer of disdain and sigh of boredom at having to take the time to respond to another self-styled intellectual “superhero” who is wholly enamored with his own sense of sophistication and qualified tolerance.
It seems he's come unhinged. The original post? This:
I actually enjoy reading Ex Parte a great deal, & would think about joining a Federalist Society sometime just for the reward of a chance to argue with them on a regular basis (they seem an amusingly cantankerous bunch, & sharp, too -- they'd likely take me behind the proverbial woodshed). This post, however, from Jesse Panuccio, caught my eye in a not-so-admiring way...
...Perhaps I'm just in SuperHero Mode today, rushing to protect the innocent & not-so-innocent, but the above seems wholly unfair. After all, need only count the votes to see that 9 of the 12 justices voted along traditional party/ideological lines. Where I come from that LARGE MAJORITY does qualify -- no? -- as 'mostly'. The second part, ridiculing the 'incredible & biting'* analysis that the decision would have gone the other way if not for Pryor's presence, seems to neglect the fact that the piece is about Pryor, focused on his recess appointment, & makes what appears (to this reader) the salient point that at least one civil rights bill has been derailed by Bush's use of the recess. I'm not bemoaning the appointment, by the way. I don't like it, but it seems little more than politics as usual. What irks me, however, is this kind of acidic half-assedness, an off-hand disdain for opposite ideas that comes across like a Scalian version of the bawdy inside-humor of a frat house party room.
*Note the sneer of disdain inherent in the use of 'intern'.
Perhaps the more tactful can show me where I went overboard. By my count, however, I make fun of myself three times while offering only one derisive sneer at the piece in question. So, a couple of points:
1. I criticized only the method & rhetoric of the critique Mr. Panuccio offered. Judge Pickering's & Judge Pryor's merits notwithstanding, they're irrelevant to my point & beyond the scope of what I was remarking on. I don't disagree that many judges are unfairly tarnished before serious consideration. I also don't imply that I disagree with that fact.
2. "I did not, of course, realize that a scholar of your merit and wit would be reading and might come to the post unaware of that previous history and context and require more background before jumping to conclusions about ideological leanings, intellectual capacity, and tolerance for the ideas of others."
-- I defy anyone to find out where I've challenged the 'intellectual capacity' of anyone. No, really. Please. Too, I'm not sure what conclusion I've jumped to. I hope he elaborates. I fear he will.
3. "Although you may reasonably disagree, I do not think that in a “piece” about the influence of ideological leanings on judicial voting, the fact that ¼ of the circuit did not vote along some perceived ideological bias is insignificant."
-- Would it be safe to say that if 1/4 'not voting along ideological lines' is 'not insignificant' (what a bumble of negatives) then the fact that 3/4 did vote in predictably ideological fashion is also 'significant'. And if so, certainly worthy of a short blurb on an ideologically-inclined website? After all, didn't we start this whole mess by criticizing their focus on exactly that statistic?
4. "You say the following:
“What irks me, however, is this kind of acidic half-assedness, an off-hand disdain for opposite ideas that comes across like a Scalian version of the bawdy inside-humor of a frat house party room.”
This is all very witty and I’m sure you find your own prose very flattering and erudite. I wonder, however, if the hypocrisy inherent in this statement—a statement in which you are criticizing the ideas of another—does not irk you as well."
--Without a doubt. I'm a huge pain in the ass. And guilty of all that you say. On the other hand, I'm not writing as a member of a prestigious society at a top law school. As to whether I find my own prose 'flattering' & 'erudite', well, sure, as far as it goes. If I can't amuse myself there's not much hope of amusing others, I guess.
5. "Before you defame others on your blog, I suggest you conduct a little more research. You, sir, have no basis for judging my attitude for “opposite ideas.” To boot, you have no basis to know whether I support the vote that Pryor made in this case—since the piece did not deal with the substantive issue, my criticism was not focused on the debate over whether gays in Florida can adopt."
-A.) I don't make any claims about Florida adoption & whether one's stance on it marks one's character. B.) Before you accuse anyone of defamation you might want to make sure you understand what the word means. Perhaps you haven't covered it yet in Cambridge. Not having started law school yet, I'm still pretty sure a criticism of the tone & substance of someone's writing isn't defamation. You can tell that I'm criticizing tone, Mr. Panuccio, because I refer to acidic half-assedness...unless you think I believe you to have only 'half an ass' (which could, perhaps, be libelous). Trust me, I think you have enough 'ass' for a small republic.
6. "Other ideas “come across like a Scalian version of the bawdy inside-humor of a frat house party room.” I’m just assuming—and I could be mistaken—that you disagree with Justice Scalia (and conservatives) on many issues. However, many intelligent liberals will admit that Justice Scalia is an intellectual force to be reckoned with...You, however, reduced him—and his “opposite ideas” to a clever and dismissive little adjective that you can chuckle at with knowing superiority and righteousness. Well, bully for you. I think I’ll take the frat house humor to the hypocritical, arrogant poo-pooing of the latte drinkers at Starbucks any day.
--I reduce Scalia? By finding, in the quickly dismissive tone of your post, a parallel to the tone I find in many of Scalia's opinions? Again, Mr. Panuccio, you need to be able to differentiate between a criticism of method & a criticism of content. "Knowing superiority & righteousness"? Huh? I give Scalia all the respect in the world for what he does well. If you look here, & here you'll see that it's a bit tougher than you've noticed to explain me away ideologically. I enjoy & respect people who disagree with me. Again, & certainly there's a dead horse that's suffered much flogging on this issue, let me note that my entire criticism was with regard to tone.
7. "Now, if you will excuse me, my Neanderthal, conformist friends and I need to slink off to a cave as we are late for keg stand. Perhaps I will come across you and band of post-modern superheroes the next time I pass an Internet café in Greenwich Village.
Good luck to you in law school. If you are actually as self-congratulatory and intellectually smug as your blog suggests, you may need it...
If you feel the need to respond to this, and you needn’t, I would rather you email me directly. I have no desire to continue this with you on a blog I don’t regularly read—nor am I particularly inclined to have a long debate over a comment I quickly posted from work this summer in the context of a specific, but dated, discussion on Ex Parte.*
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-- If only Mr. Panuccio had taken this much time on his original post. Perhaps he's offering us a moment of insight into his priorities? I can't be sure. I can, however, be sure that his reading comprehension skills seem to be unable to track nuance -- he missed the analogical relationship of how I characterized his post & fraternity-talk; he missed the "mostly" that was central to the article that drew his criticism; he overlooks my compliments toward the folks at Ex Parte only to mischaracterize my take on the group as 'Neanderthals'; & finally, & most unfortunately, he misreads my post - & it's purely textual criticism - for something far more sweeping. Nowhere do I address the intellectual merits of the Harvard Federalists. Or imply that they are 'conformists'. I was a Frat Boy, of course, which means I understand the way conversations go among the like-minded -- the too-easy picking apart of unaware outsiders for the too-easy pleasures of back-slapping/scratching & fellow-feeling. It's fine for what it's worth. But it's not worth much.
8. "Note the sneer of disdain and sigh of boredom at having to take the time to respond to another self-styled intellectual “superhero” who is wholly enamored with his own sense of sophistication and qualified tolerance."
-- I'm not sure why you feel the need to 'take the time' to respond to a post from a month & a half ago. Is there some redemption involved in rebutting an archived post in a little-trafficked blog? And what is this thing you have against coffee drinkers & NYC?
All in all, an unexpected boon to find this kind of time-bomb ticking in my Comments today. It's a shame that all the folks who are more Conservative than I (Will, Amber, Dylan, Southern Appeal et al) & who I enjoy reading & responding to, will find out now that I'm nothing but a latte-sipping NYC elitist who reduces all of his ideological opposites into Neanderthal stereotypes. What will I do with, well, just about everyone I chat with?
PostScript1: Oh, & not a chance in hell that I 'email' you back. This kind of bilge gets the open air treatment. If you want something to stay private...then deal with it privately.
PostScript2: I operate under the assumption that the students at HLS are very very bright. But whither goeth the self-awareness? Oy.
Flattery Gets You Everywhere
Curtis has very kind words for me (& others) on his blog this weekend...
to which I can only say thank you. I wish I had as much confidence as he does re: my future success in law school. Still, I'm buouyed by the fact that I've come along way from the irresponsible crap-sack I was five years ago & that, even if I finish in the bottom 50 of my class, I'll be better off than I was then. I'm excited to be throwing myself into the world of legal minutia, too, aware that it's a departure for me, that it goes against the grain of my more-generalizing tendencies, & hopeful that it will result in even more wholesale improvements of character & intellect. We'll see. I will say this, though, the blogosphere has turned out to be a great find for me, offering social & intellectual rewards far exceeding what I expected. I can't wait to continue these dialogues in the fall (as I begin to actually know whereof I speak).
Too, I'm looking forward to posting more about the social aspects of the scholastic experience -- I think that actually being in school will offer untold amounts of material to write about. It may be tricky, given my non-anonymous identity, but I'm going to brave it nonetheless. If there are other non-anons out there with advice, feel free to share....
And thank you again, Curtis. It's surprising how much the words of those you've never met (but kinda feel like you have anyway) can mean to you...
Everybody's Working For The Weekend
My folks were in town this weekend, squeezing one last visit in before I'm off to Chicago. On Friday we did dinner at Rosa Mexicana, which is sort of an up-scale Mexican spot -- I had a good, if unspectacular, crabmeat enchilada, my father a chicken in mole sauce that seemed to keep him occupied & my mother a kind-of slightly-outsized appetizer with crab, shrimp &c in tiny, fresh tortillas. The kicker at Rosa Mexicana is - without a doubt - the guacamole, made table-side. My mother also had a pomegranate margarita...a bit too bitter-sweet for my palate but successful, nonetheless. On Saturday they window-shopped all day while I (as per usual) worked, then we had a light meal at Republic, a noodle bar popular with NYU students...I had hoped to take them from there to McSorley's, with it's cramped restroom & 19thC.-esque sawdust on the floors. Sadly, McSorley's was packed -- & pretending toward velvet-rope like entrance conditions -- with a line of drunken bridge&tunnel-ers outside (what did I expect?) & so my hopes for taking my ex-historian father & my still-game mother to a classic NYC tavern were dashed. Them's the shakes, I suppose.
Later, after dropping them off at their Times Square hotel, I cut over into Hell's Kitchen, to visit one of my old regulars from my first days in NYC, The Bellevue, behind Port Authority. The owners have opened a bar next door, and the Bellevue itself is in renovation. Gone is the ramshackle charm, the dread-locked & baby-faced bartendress who I loved so dearly & who would pour shots straight from the bottle & from atop the bar...gone, too, was the fire-eating bartender, the clutch of C.I.A. (that's Culinary Institute...one of whom I made-out with in the bathroom one long-ago Saturday night) students, & even, it appears, most of the hookers who so endeared the place to me & my friends (Johannes, in particular...it was our normal Saturday evening venue for a while).
And from there to home. I can scratch the Bellevue off of my To-Do List for these last few weeks in New York. And, conveniently enough, feel not a pang of remorse for leaving it behind...it isn't, after all, the same place that I knew before.
My parents & I rarely indulge in any high-intensity or heavily-planned activities when they visit. They tend to have their own agenda (my father walked the Brooklyn Bridge on Sunday morning, for instance). And, when we're together we just talk. We're lucky enough to be a family that enjoys one another's company. That admires one another. And we've managed to make it through a fairly kinetic decade still very much intact. They seem ready for my move, as well...having searched out, experienced & discovered all the New York they need for now. On to Chicago. For all of us.
Friday, August 20, 2004
The Run-Down on the Down-Low (But on the Q-T)
1. Volokh wonders, is the White House...
...calling for restrictions on political speech?
Aaron Swartz points to this press conference:
Q There's a new ad by MoveOn.org that talks about — that criticizes Bush's record in the National Guard. What's your response to that, and what do you say to Harkin, who called Cheney a coward for not serving?
MR. McCLELLAN: We have been on the receiving end of more than $62 million in negative political attacks from these shadowy groups that are funded by unregulated soft money. And the President has condemned all of the ads and activity going on by these shadowy groups. We've called on Senator Kerry to join us and call for an end to all of this unregulated soft money activity. And so we continue to call on him to join us in condemning all these ads and calling for an end to all of this activity. . . .
Q But, Scott, the MoveOn.org ad, back to that. Senator Kerry denounced the ad specifically, saying it's not indicative of their — the way they feel about the Bush service in the National Guard. He specifically denounced the ad, which is something that they're saying the Bush-Cheney campaign has not specifically done about the Swift Boats ad.
MR. McCLELLAN: Let's be clear here. What the senator did was, he said one thing at the same time his campaign was doing another. His campaign went out there and essentially promoted this false negative attack at the same time Senator Kerry was saying he condemned it. The President has condemned all of this kind of activity, and he should join us in doing the same and calling for an end to all of it. Apparently he was against soft money before he was for it. And the President thought he got rid of all of this unregulated soft money activity when he signed the bipartisan campaign finance reforms into law. And so it's another example of — the senator's latest comments are another example of him saying one thing and doing another.
I certainly hope that the Administration is not indeed calling for "an end" — a legal end, via an extension to the Bipartisan Campaign Reform Act — to people pooling resources to express their political views, including their views about candidates. You can call it "soft money," but it's speech, of the sort that political movements such as the antislavery movement, the temperance movement, the civil rights movement, and many other movements (good and bad) have engaged in. Without such speech, who gets to speak effectively, in the large traditional media? The media itself; the parties; and the politicians who have the infrastructure to raise hard money in $2000 chunks; and a few super-rich people (unless they're shut up, too). People who care deeply about a subject, enough to pool even tens of thousands of their dollars with others who care equally strongly, would be shut out.
The short answer? Yep.
2. Via How Appealing, I read yesterday The Seventh Circuit's ruling on illegal evidence which Howard Bashman calls 'fascinating'. It is good reading. And interesting for two reasons: a.) it shows pragmatic jurisprudence done well (as the court ignores a 2001 1st Circuit ruling because the 1st Circuit's ruling is, well, stupid) & b.) because Posner writes clearly &, with subtlety, demolishes the tautological construction of the evidenciary law (in an admittedly narrow context). Good reading, though it is sad that clear thinking is a rare enough offering from the appellate bench that it has become 'fascinating'.
3. Because we're (kind of) without Bamber: conviction in Claremont hate-crime fraud. What a daffy, daffy duck.
4.Brian Leiter demolishes the latest US News Ratings. Penn & Duke better than MIT? In what? Basketball?
Memory At These Speeds...*
*with a nod to Jane Miller.
This week's New Yorker is surprisingly good for an August issue, with pieces by Adam Gopnik (on WWII histories...oops, I mean WWI -- you know how it is, it's like confusing American Pie & AmPieII, all the characters are the same, just in different convolutions), Anthony Lane (with a surprisingly positive review of MNS's The Village), Peter Schjedahl on Greek Art, James Surowiecki on the airline industry, & an article by Oliver Sacks on mind/speed.
It was a quote from Shjedahl that got me started, writing at the end of his short appraisal:
The Greeks aestheticized everything, and brought a nose for essences (metaphysical as well as olfactory) to bear on shared experience. Commoners and philosophers cheered as one at the games. They still do. My own life as a fan convinces me that sport, at its most refined, differs from art in only one crucial feature (which, incidentally, eliminates a need for critics): scorekeeping. Serious artists are fully as competitive as athletes. We’re just never sure which of them wins, or even, in our fractured culture, at what game. The Greeks reprove us. Their simultaneous comprehension of immortal hope and carnal funk—of Zeus and strigils—persists, through their art, to remind each generation of a once and (why not?) future betterness in everything.
My long-time argument that poetry is the closest thing to pure athletic joy that I could find (long-time & much disputed) seems to gain some support here. My theory, started to gain definition while reading Friedrich Schiller in a senior year LitCrit seminar. Schiller's idea, that of a play drive that resulted from (& transcended) the combination of the drives of sense & form, so that all disolves, time annuls time, in a pure conflation of the rage for order & assertion & the purely material/empirical/sensual 'reading' of the world. The no-look pass cutting through the lane that leads to an easy basket finds its correlative in being lost in a poem (reading or writing, I imagine) - that Romantic 'adhesiveness' of subject/object, of the world of the logos & Lao-Tzu's world of the 10,000 things combining in some weird amalgem of Kantian sublimity & Hegelian dialectics. Sacks, in his article (not online) on speed (the mentally & physically hyperkinetic) taps into this, a bit, writing about crisis & sports, how perceptions of time can be altered (see: the cliched baseball expression the ball looked like a grapefruit or the athlete's bromide that it seemed everyone was moving in slow-motion) & bring new meaning to O'Hara's Meditations in an Emergency (still one of my favorite descriptions of the poetic act). The Tourettic, he writes, speed everything up. It makes me wonder if my ADD -- not your garden variety but a particularly aggressive version -- leads me to find comfort in diversions that speed everything around me to a velocity similar my own. Why those with truly punishing ADD are so adept at creating crises for themselves, or thrive in such times of trouble (see: Churchill). If we're simply, always, looking for a way to play the world at 78rpms rather than the standard 45.
How, you might ask (if you're not bored to tears already) is sitting down & composing a bit of verse like playing a game of basketball? For me, poetry was always improvisation, written first line to last line with little revision. On top of that, I developed a digressive aesthetic, with different rhetorical lines interweaving throughout. My goal was to keep it all together -- to play the point guard & make sure that every angle received its share of attention. I played little games, setting up nonce forms to meet. Finding obscure vocabulary words to mix in. Inside jokes & puns were everywhere.
As for Schjedahl's point that art is like athletics without the scoring...well, this is true & not true in equal amounts. I remember standing in the on-deck circle, waiting my turn at bat, the Poets leading the Fiction writers 48-8 in our weekly/Sunday game of softball, the chants of NEVER ENOUGH! NEVER ENOUGH! rising off the Poet bench. The aggression was certainly there, in Iowa. And the scoring, too...in poetry, at least, where one's acumen is measured in fellowships & bookprizes. Without any objective rules to say who wins & loses, it's understandable that there's a great deal of animosity & backbiting that goes on in the writing world. After all, if you'd just played 45 minutes of hard-fought basketball & then were forced to turn to a spectator & have them decide, without letting you know the grounds of his/her decision, who the winner was....well, you'd have plenty of ground for being upset, too.
I'll confess that I was among the most competitive students of poetry at each institution. Of course, every athlete worth his/her salt craves competition. The ones who don't are hobbiests.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Alas, Poor JackAss, We Knew You Well...
Yesterday, googling myself, I discovered the newly-minted blog of an old graduate school (once again, ladies & gents, the Iowa Writers' Workshop) friend, Eduardo Corral. So, chummy alum that I am, I dropped him a line....& today...today, this:
Ladies & Gentlemen, I proudly announce that Spencer Short will begin his law studies in Chicago in the fall. Check out his blog bursting with posts about court cases & legal precedents that sound --I swear-- like dialogue from Legally Blonde. http://caponicalthrone.blogspot.com
I went to grad school with Mr. Short. And I'm sure he won't mind me saying this, but quite a few people had some beef with him. I never got in the middle of all that fussiness. I liked the guy.
Of course, it's true that many did have beefs(?) with me. True, too, that I don't mind others knowing it. I was a huge pain in the ass....though I think I generated nearly as much loyalty as I did contempt.
Ah, Eduardo, why hath thou forsaken me?
(And we'll have you know that I'm much more Paper Chase than I am Legally Blonde. Though Mr. Bottoms & Ms. Witherspoon are both devastating in tweed, I guess.)
Will & Phoebe Walk In To A Bar...
Re: Will's & Phoebe's attempts at defining addiction, the obvious component in addiction is - I think - from behavioral economics:
Bickel, his colleagues, and others have investigated whether drug abusers discount delayed outcomes at a higher rate than matched controls, and whether different outcomes (drugs and money) are discounted at the same rate. Drug abusers with gambling problems were excluded from most of these studies. All studies found that drug users radically discounted future rewards; specifically, opioid-dependent subjects, needle-sharing heroin addicts, and smokers discounted future rewards much more than controls did. Both drug abusers and controls discounted future rewards, but the drug abusers discounted at a much higher rate; for example, there was a 250-fold difference in opioid-dependent patients' discounting for heroin. Radical discounting was particularly associated with risky drug injection behaviors. Bickel pointed out that radical discounting could be a target for treatment intervention.
In prospective studies of the effect of drug abstinence on discounting, discounting changed with abstinence for exsmokers[5] and recently abstinent alcoholics.[6] Thus, radical discounting is reversible, plastic, and responsive to changed conditions. This may partially explain why contingency management is so important in drug abuse treatment.
Dr. Bickel postulated that discounting is a psychological mechanism for loss of control. With the exception of marijuana, all drugs are associated with discounting. Cigarette smokers discount the most. The further away from a reward, the less discounting occurs; the closer one is to a choice, the more discounting occurs. Discounting changes with closeness in proximity to the reinforcer. Drug-addicted persons with more extensive treatment history actually discount less, possibly indicating an additive effect over time.
Sadly, I can speak of this from experience -- discounting is very real, & its effects, when combined with the loosened impulse control attendant with drugs/alcohol & even gambling, lead to risky behavior. Impaired discounting, the inability to act according to long-term health (social, physical, mental) in one's short-term decision-making, means that any number of things could be 'addictive', & dangerously so, when pushed to extremes: books, gambling, masturbation, shoes, exercise, dieting.
That fixation on a present feeling (endorphin rush, self-medication) at the expense of distant happiness defines, as far as I'm concerned, the disease. We say, for instance, that Robert Downey Jr. is stupid for not being able to straighten up, & we're right. But he's stupid for this very reason -- the touchstone of rational, reasonable behavior, & our most important survival instinct, is hopelessly out-of-kilter for him. And for those who've never prized a single drink more than a million-dollar career, it's impossible to know how a brain can (mal)function in this way.
[As to books, which Phoebe claims isn't an addiction: it would be if, for instance, Will were to spend money on those books that should go to pay for his college education, his son's baby food or his wife's surgery. Just as exercise is an addiction when the current satisfaction is at the expense of long-term health. Just as work can be if it is so all-encompassing that it destroys the family it is meant to support. The problem both Phoebe & Will suffer from in trying to pin addiction down is that they are trying to eye patterns in similitude & not looking at what is at the heart of the matter -- the endorphins/serotonin/chemicals in general which, as the euphoria swells (the euphoria that defines the action taken by the addict), are used to fill some void. It's true that almost anything can become an addiction. It's just that books, exercise & Nobel Prizes are relatively benign compared to crystal meth or bourbon. It takes action in greater extremity for the benign to become equally damaging addictions.]
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Abject Devastation...
So, I re-stumbled into the pop glory that is Papas Fritas only to discover that, a.) they'd broken up & b.) the adorable drummer who sounded like a sweeter version of Liz Phair & who I chatted with (& crushed on) at the Writers' Workshop Derelicts meet touring pop-band from Boston get-together in my apartment on Washington St. after their show at Gabe's in Iowa City is, sadly, getting married. To a smiling guy. With a beard. In other words...my opposite. What I might be if I knew happiness or could grow facial hair.
OK, so it's not sadly for her. And, while I know that I have no right to feel betrayed by the intervening attachments of women to whom I talked a half-decade ago & who (wisely) showed no interest in me whatsoever beyond that of a witness to a trainwreck...
I do. It does not warm the cockles of my heart.
Seriously, though, congrats Shivika! And everyone else, lend a coupla' old Papas Fritas tracks an ear.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
You're Not Alone, Whoever You Are...
...I also get fussy with people I know.
I venture a letter to the Editors.
Speaking Of Nobels...
I found this, while skimming around for support of an argument in an email conversation with Will Baude. I'm not going to make any grand statements as to the quality of the work of Albert Camus...It is enough, though, for me to say that The Myth of Sisyphus was, perhaps, the most profound influence on my thinking, showing me that embracing contradiction need not be a sign of weakness. This is the last part of his Nobel Speech, & I find it quite touching:
For myself, I cannot live without my art. But I have never placed it above everything. If, on the other hand, I need it, it is because it cannot be separated from my fellow men, and it allows me to live, such as I am, on one level with them. It is a means of stirring the greatest number of people by offering them a privileged picture of common joys and sufferings. It obliges the artist not to keep himself apart; it subjects him to the most humble and the most universal truth. And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge. And if they have to take sides in this world, they can perhaps side only with that society in which, according to Nietzsche's great words, not the judge but the creator will rule, whether he be a worker or an intellectual.
By the same token, the writer's role is not free from difficult duties. By definition he cannot put himself today in the service of those who make history; he is at the service of those who suffer it. Otherwise, he will be alone and deprived of his art. Not all the armies of tyranny with their millions of men will free him from his isolation, even and particularly if he falls into step with them. But the silence of an unknown prisoner, abandoned to humiliations at the other end of the world, is enough to draw the writer out of his exile, at least whenever, in the midst of the privileges of freedom, he manages not to forget that silence, and to transmit it in order to make it resound by means of his art.
None of us is great enough for such a task. But in all circumstances of life, in obscurity or temporary fame, cast in the irons of tyranny or for a time free to express himself, the writer can win the heart of a living community that will justify him, on the one condition that he will accept to the limit of his abilities the two tasks that constitute the greatness of his craft: the service of truth and the service of liberty. Because his task is to unite the greatest possible number of people, his art must not compromise with lies and servitude which, wherever they rule, breed solitude. Whatever our personal weaknesses may be, the nobility of our craft will always be rooted in two commitments, difficult to maintain: the refusal to lie about what one knows and the resistance to oppression.
For more than twenty years of an insane history, hopelessly lost like all the men of my generation in the convulsions of time, I have been supported by one thing: by the hidden feeling that to write today was an honour because this activity was a commitment - and a commitment not only to write. Specifically, in view of my powers and my state of being, it was a commitment to bear, together with all those who were living through the same history, the misery and the hope we shared. These men, who were born at the beginning of the First World War, who were twenty when Hitler came to power and the first revolutionary trials were beginning, who were then confronted as a completion of their education with the Spanish Civil War, the Second World War, the world of concentration camps, a Europe of torture and prisons - these men must today rear their sons and create their works in a world threatened by nuclear destruction. Nobody, I think, can ask them to be optimists. And I even think that we should understand - without ceasing to fight it - the error of those who in an excess of despair have asserted their right to dishonour and have rushed into the nihilism of the era. But the fact remains that most of us, in my country and in Europe, have refused this nihilism and have engaged upon a quest for legitimacy. They have had to forge for themselves an art of living in times of catastrophe in order to be born a second time and to fight openly against the instinct of death at work in our history.
Each generation doubtless feels called upon to reform the world. Mine knows that it will not reform it, but its task is perhaps even greater. It consists in preventing the world from destroying itself. Heir to a corrupt history, in which are mingled fallen revolutions, technology gone mad, dead gods, and worn-out ideologies, where mediocre powers can destroy all yet no longer know how to convince, where intelligence has debased itself to become the servant of hatred and oppression, this generation starting from its own negations has had to re-establish, both within and without, a little of that which constitutes the dignity of life and death. In a world threatened by disintegration, in which our grand inquisitors run the risk of establishing forever the kingdom of death, it knows that it should, in an insane race against the clock, restore among the nations a peace that is not servitude, reconcile anew labour and culture, and remake with all men the Ark of the Covenant. It is not certain that this generation will ever be able to accomplish this immense task, but already it is rising everywhere in the world to the double challenge of truth and liberty and, if necessary, knows how to die for it without hate. Wherever it is found, it deserves to be saluted and encouraged, particularly where it is sacrificing itself. In any event, certain of your complete approval, it is to this generation that I should like to pass on the honour that you have just given me.
At the same time, after having outlined the nobility of the writer's craft, I should have put him in his proper place. He has no other claims but those which he shares with his comrades in arms: vulnerable but obstinate, unjust but impassioned for justice, doing his work without shame or pride in view of everybody, not ceasing to be divided between sorrow and beauty, and devoted finally to drawing from his double existence the creations that he obstinately tries to erect in the destructive movement of history. Who after all this can expect from him complete solutions and high morals? Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road. What writer would from now on in good conscience dare set himself up as a preacher of virture? For myself, I must state once more that I am not of this kind. I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up. But although this nostalgia explains many of my errors and my faults, it has doubtless helped me toward a better understanding of my craft. It is helping me still to support unquestioningly all those silent men who sustain the life made for them in the world only through memory of the return of brief and free happiness.
Thus reduced to what I really am, to my limits and debts as well as to my difficult creed, I feel freer, in concluding, to comment upon the extent and the generosity of the honour you have just bestowed upon me, freer also to tell you that I would receive it as an homage rendered to all those who, sharing in the same fight, have not received any privilege, but have on the contrary known misery and persecution. It remains for me to thank you from the bottom of my heart and to make before you publicly, as a personal sign of my gratitude, the same and ancient promise of faithfulness which every true artist repeats to himself in silence every day.
Thanks.
Too, I found this quote from Milosz (at Crescat) quite poignant:
Alas, it is enough for him to publish his first volume of poems, to find himself entrapped. For hardly has the print dried, when that work, which seemed to him the most personal, appears to be enmeshed in the style of another. The only way to counter an obscure remorse is to continue searching and to publish a new book, but then everything repeats itself, so there is no end to that chase. And it may happen that leaving books behind as if they were dry snake skins, in a constant escape forward from what has been done in the past, he receives the Nobel Prize.
I don't think I've ever read a more accurate description of what it feels like to start down the trying, derivative road of a life in writing. Poetry in particular. Milosz's understanding of the world (the social, psychological complexities of the world) was uncanny & astounding.
Lithwick on Lawrence (Keep Your Minds Out Of The Gutter)
Re-activist judges are the ones trying to roll back time to the 19th century. Re-activists are the judges who have reactivated federalism by rediscovering the "dignity" of states. Re-activists view Lawrence v. Texas - last year's gay sodomy case - as having all the jurisprudential force of a Post-it note. When the United States Court of Appeals for the 11th Circuit upheld an Alabama ban on the sale of sex toys last month, it did so by sidestepping the logic animating Justice Anthony Kennedy's opinion in Lawrence. Ignoring Kennedy's lofty promises of sexual privacy - his assurance that "there is a realm of personal liberty which the government may not enter" - the 11th Circuit framed the case as a dust-up over the constitutional right to a vibrator.
So says Dahlia in her post I referenced yesterday. I don't agree with the dicta she finds in Lawrence. Here's the larger context of the quote she uses:
The present case does not involve minors. It does not involve persons who might be injured or coerced or who are situated in relationships where consent might not easily be refused. It does not involve public conduct or prostitution. It does not involve whether the government must give formal recognition to any relationship that homosexual persons seek to enter. The case does involve two adults who, with full and mutual consent from each other, engaged in sexual practices common to a homosexual lifestyle. The petitioners are entitled to respect for their private lives. The State cannot demean their existence or control their destiny by making their private sexual conduct a crime. Their right to liberty under the Due Process Clause gives them the full right to engage in their conduct without intervention of the government. “It is a promise of the Constitution that there is a realm of personal liberty which the government may not enter.” Casey, supra, at 847. The Texas statute furthers no legitimate state interest which can justify its intrusion into the personal and private life of the individual.
Had those who drew and ratified the Due Process Clauses of the Fifth Amendment or the Fourteenth Amendment known the components of liberty in its manifold possibilities, they might have been more specific. They did not presume to have this insight. They knew times can blind us to certain truths and later generations can see that laws once thought necessary and proper in fact serve only to oppress. As the Constitution endures, persons in every generation can invoke its principles in their own search for greater freedom.
The judgment of the Court of Appeals for the Texas Fourteenth District is reversed, and the case is remanded for further proceedings not inconsistent with this opinion.
It is so ordered.
By conflating the space the Court creates for self-determining sexual behavior with any sexual behavior, Lithwick gives credence to Scalia's assertion that:
The Court embraces instead Justice Stevens’ declaration in his Bowers dissent, that “the fact that the governing majority in a State has traditionally viewed a particular practice as immoral is not a sufficient reason for upholding a law prohibiting the practice,” ante, at 17. This effectively decrees the end of all morals legislation.
And by claiming that the Court ruling, which places a primacy on intimacy as a way of defining self & pursuing happiness, must then allow all sexual peccadilloes, creating an absolute bubble 'round the boudoir, Lithwick shows herself to be operating in the same deluded universe as Scalia...as when Scalia writes:
What a massive disruption of the current social order, therefore, the overruling of Bowers entails. Not so the overruling of Roe, which would simply have restored the regime that existed for centuries before 1973, in which the permissibility of and restrictions upon abortion were determined legislatively State-by-State.
In fact, Lawrence doesn't mean either the end of morals legislation or the licensing of a 'whatever goes' theory of the bedroom. The 11th Circuit ruling proves this. It seems obvious, too, that the idea that turning over Bowers will create greater instability than overturning Roe would have in 1992 is patently absurd at best, disingenuous at worst.
The key phrase - & telling difference - between the 11th Circuit's decision & Lawrence falls in the passage I quoted above: "It does not involve whether the government must give formal recognition to any relationship that homosexual persons seek to enter. The case does involve two adults who, with full and mutual consent from each other, engaged in sexual practices common to a homosexual lifestyle. The petitioners are entitled to respect for their private lives. The State cannot demean their existence or control their destiny by making their private sexual conduct a crime."
The use of sex toys is not crime in Alabama. As such, the government (& the 11th circuit) has drawn a very different line. Not a line I like very much. But a line nonetheless. As much as Lithwick is loathe to admit it, her thinking suffers from the same occlusions as Scalia's. The dramatizing is very much their own.
Note: The Curmudgeonly Clerk, a long-time Lithwick critic, writes on this:
Whatever one might think of the wisdom of such laws, I think that Judge Birch's opinion accurately sets out the present parameters of the Supreme Court's jurisprudence. The commonplace that Lawrence "changed everything" is little more than a prediction about the future contours of the Court's caselaw. I have the sneaking suspicion that the aforesaid oft-pronounced prediction is more than a little shaped by policy preferences. There is nothing wrong with advocacy, of course, but commentators ought to distinguish between predictions and predilections. Too often, Lawrence is invoked in talismanic fashion with little or nothing in the way of actual legal analysis.
The relevant portion of the decision:
The Supreme Court’s most recent opportunity to recognize a fundamental right to sexual privacy came in Lawrence v. Texas, where petitioners and amici expressly invited the court to do so. That the Lawrence Court had declined the invitation was this court's conclusion in our recent decision in Lofton v. Sec. of Dept. of Children and Family Servs., 358 F.3d 804, 815-16 (11th Cir. 2004). In Lofton, we addressed in some detail the "question of whether Lawrence identified a new fundamental right to private sexual intimacy." Id. at 815. We concluded that, although Lawrence clearly established the unconstitutionality of criminal prohibitions on consensual adult sodomy, "it is a strained and ultimately incorrect reading of Lawrence to interpret it to announce a new fundamental right"—whether to homosexual sodomy specifically or, more broadly, to all forms of sexual intimacy. Id. at 817. We noted in particular that the Lawrence opinion did not employ fundamental-rights analysis and that it ultimately applied rational-basis review, rather than strict scrutiny, to the challenged statute. Id. at 816-17.
The dissent seizes on scattered dicta from Lawrence to argue that Lawrence recognized a substantive due process right of consenting adults to engage in private intimate sexual conduct, such that all infringements of this right must be subjected to strict scrutiny. As we noted in Lofton, we are not prepared to infer a new fundamental right from an opinion that never employed the usual Glucksberg analysis for identifying such rights. Id. at 816. Nor are we prepared to assume that Glucksberg—a precedent that Lawrence never once mentions—is overruled by implication.
The dissent in turn argues that the right recognized in Lawrence was a longstanding right that preexisted Lawrence, thus obviating the need for any Glucksberg-type fundamental rights analysis. But the dissent never identifies the source, textual or precedential, of such a preexisting right to sexual privacy. It does cite Griswold, Eisenstadt, Roe, and Carey. However, although these precedents recognize various substantive rights closely related to sexual intimacy, none of them recognize the overarching right to sexual privacy asserted here. Griswold, (marital privacy and contraceptives); Eisenstadt (equal protection extension of Griswold); Roe (abortion); Carey (contraceptives). As we noted above, in the most recent of these decisions, Carey, the Court specifically observed that it had not answered the question of whether there is a constitutional right to private sexual conduct. 431 U.S. at 688 n.5, 97 S. Ct. at 2018 n.5. Moreover, nearly two decades later, the Glucksberg Court, listing the current catalog of fundamental rights, did not include such a right. 521 U.S. at 720, 117 S. Ct. at 2267.
The full monty can be found here.
Monday, August 16, 2004
& Yet Another Short (No, Really) Note:
I have to say that I disagree with Curtis about Dahlia Lithwick's article in the Times today. Especially when she writes:
Re-activist judges are the ones trying to roll back time to the 19th century. Re-activists are the judges who have reactivated federalism by rediscovering the "dignity" of states. Re-activists view Lawrence v. Texas - last year's gay sodomy case - as having all the jurisprudential force of a Post-it note. When the United States Court of Appeals for the 11th Circuit upheld an Alabama ban on the sale of sex toys last month, it did so by sidestepping the logic animating Justice Anthony Kennedy's opinion in Lawrence. Ignoring Kennedy's lofty promises of sexual privacy - his assurance that "there is a realm of personal liberty which the government may not enter" - the 11th Circuit framed the case as a dust-up over the constitutional right to a vibrator.
Uh. Really? So, 'not entering' a 'realm of personal liberty' means that the government must endorse a market for it? How does she get to this point?
Even when I want to agree with her the shrillness of her tone & her disrespect for the opposition is off-putting. And has only gotten moreso.
Legal Fiction writes more, in a more praising tone.
A Short Note...
As written about around the blogosphere, Czeslaw Milosz died this weekend, at the age of 93. I'm not going to write about it at any great length, perhaps because it feels vaguely like an 'assignment' to me (as a exile from literature/poetry) & partly because it seems far too easy to try to use Milosz as an example of why poetry matters or, worse, why Communism/Socialism 'sucks'. Milosz, I think, might agree that we should resist both tendencies.
I saw Milosz read & lecture at the Folger Shakespeare Library in 1994 with his longtime translator Robert Hass. It was a lively discussion, though I'll confess that I was there to see Hass much more than I was pulled by the Nobel Prize-winning Milosz. Hass's books Human Wishes, Praise, & Twentieth Century Pleasures functioned as essential primers for me, teaching me much of what I know about image, rhetorical movement, & tone. Milosz, who I'd read first as a 'poet of witness' (through Carolyn Forche) & then through Hass's essay in TCP, was difficult. His language seemed flat to me. His images somewhat hazy & inelastic. The dark humor confounded me. Like many - like Will & Levy, too - I had read The Captive Mind; but even my fascination with that was filtered through a third party -- the religious, nearly-mystic, thinker/writer Simone Weil.
Will tackles a bit what is at stake in Milosz's work:
Reading Milosz was also a strangley lonely experience-- nobody else in class (except, perhaps, Professor Collins) seemed to like him at all. Perhaps Professor Levy is right and we forget that what was bold and brilliant at the time it was written can be proved so prophetic that it becomes obsolete. Perhaps complaining about the dangers of communism simply wasn't sexy to undergrads who never really knew them, who became political animals in a post-communist world. [When I was little, my favorite book was the Facts on File: World Atlas, of which I wore out several copies. But all I really knew about the USSR was that it was a geographical curio and that the meticulous should not confuse it with Russia.]
Anyway, I don't know why The Captive Mind failed to interest my classmates; I was enchanted, especially by Milosz's discussion of what one is supposed to do when writing to protest an evil regime. In The Captive Mind, he wrote:
In Central and Eastern Europe, the word "poet" has a somewhat different meaning from that which it has in the West. There a poet does not merely arrange words in beautiful order. Tradition demands that he be a "bard," that his songs linger on many lips, that he speak in his poems of subjects of interest to all the citizens.
Later, he is reported to have said:
It makes me extremely uneasy to be turned into a patriot-poet, abroad; somehow I wasn't prepared for that role. It is true, though, that historical circumstances have often wrung literary works out of me in which either I or some persona, usually a persona, spoke as the medium for certain collective feelings. My years in occupied Warsaw produced some poems of that type. I can't say I like those poems
Which brings me to a pressing question: Which category will I file this post in? Literature? Politics? Philosophy? As another famous exile said: "A combination of the three."
Milosz's take on writing in the face of oppression is poignant, to be sure, & rightly rebukes the political questing of those American poets who search out 'witness'. I am likely kin with those estranging forces that made Will feel alone in his fascination with Milosz's work. I think it likely, too, that I feel cold toward the tendency among American thinkers to celebrate writers who might prove a kind of empirical evidence of the superiority of their ideas...Brodsky fits this category, too. Though Brodsky, with his conservative & canonical tough-mindedness is a very different animal than Milosz -- who always seemed a man resigned to being at odds with his time, at odds even with himself. A socialist who rejected communism. A writer of witness who longed for (& thrived within) the banal. He was a man of prickly intelligence. A skeptic. When he spoke up to contradict Hass in that 1994 sitdown, Hass turned to crowd, shrugged, & said: That's what you get for tranlating people who are still alive.
Politics are complicated. It is far too easy for us to sit on this side of the twentieth century & call into question the political ideas (more accurately, the political hopes) of previous centuries. With regard to Will's short digression on Neruda, I'll leave off with these two quotes from an interview with Hass:
Q: In your poem "English: An Ode," from your current volume, you write, "There are those who think it's in fairly bad taste/ to make habitual reference to social and political problems/ in poems. To these people it seems a form of melodrama/ or self-aggrandizement, which it no doubt partly is." It seems you're railing against certain constraints about being political in your work.
A: I thought a long time about whether to cut that from the poem. It's myself I'm arguing with -- the part of me that thinks it's just in bad taste because, finally, you're preaching to the converted. I suppose there's something to be said for the sheer reinforcement of our beliefs, but really I think poetry is more useful as disenchantment than enchantment. And the record of poetry in the 20th century isn't all that great anyway. Most of the poets who weren't fascists were Stalinists.
The poem that comes closest to saying what I think is the one in Human Wishes called "Rusia en 1931." This poem is about Mandelstam, who was a great poet and an anti-Stalinist, and Vallejo, who was a great poet and a Stalinist. Mandelstam was killed by Stalinist forces. Vallejo was at least metaphorically killed by fascist forces, in the sense that he wore himself out raising funds for the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War and got sick and died. Poetry, when it takes sides, when it proposes solutions, isn't any smarter than anybody else.
But Mandelstam, who wasn't a political thinker, loved the idea of the city-state. One of the emblems in his poetry of the politics he imagined, over and against the universalizing politics of Marx, was the medieval city of Novgorod, which had in its center a public well where the water was free to everyone. That became for him a figure of justice. So I say, "Poetry proposes no solutions: it says justice is the well water of the city of Novgorod, black and sweet," because I think that the job of poetry, its political job, is to refresh the idea of justice, which is going dead in us all the time.
As an artist, you have the job of working out whatever is given you to work out. In Sun Under Wood, I found myself realizing that I had to write the poems of middle age, which were to me poems of what's irreparable in the world, the ways you've fucked up in your own life, things you can't change. Yet compared to the scale of injustice in the world, how do I write about this? At some level, you have to be able to say, "This is my task." It's in small, local ways that you keep yourself alive and refresh ideas that are always going into dead abstraction. (Itals mine.)
And...
It turns out that even when you create this kind of environment, maybe only 10 percent of the people want to read those books. What does it mean? It means to me what Simone Weil said politics has meant all along, which means that you fight for 11 percent, 12 percent, 13 percent, that you avoid golden-age thinking and romantic melancholy and you just keep pushing.
That's the Simone Weil that influenced Milosz, I think -- she was one of the teachers who showed him to avoid the false constructs of abstraction & idealism & the hero-worship to which "celebrating" him at his death brings us perilously close. One lives in a time & a place & writes about that time & place. It is, if one is honest & curious, going to veer into politics & philosophy. We don't do him any service, however, by wondering how we should classify what he has meant to us. Where his importance lies. Politics? Philosophy? He was the farthest thing from a political scientist or philosopher. He is a poet. To write about him any other way is to celebrate him as an exhibit in the battle of abstract ideas. He deserves better.
[Ed.- The above seems really crabby. I'm glad that folks are spending time on Milosz...I'm simply against the historical handicapping of writers by their politics. Pound loses. Eliot loses. Neruda loses. Vallejo loses. Hikmet loses. It's important (to me) to note that Milosz wasn't writing in resistance to an idea but in resistance to a government. As Will's quote about Neruda shows:
Pablo Neruda, the great poet of Latin America, comes from Chile. I translated a number of his poems into Polish. Pablo Neruda has been a Communist for some ten years. When he describes the misery of his people, I believe him and I respect his great heart. When writing, he thinks about his brothers and not about himself, and so to him the power of the word was given. But when he paints the joyous, radiant life of people in the Soviet Union, I stop believing him. I am inclined to believe him as long as he speaks about what he knows; I stop believing him when he starts to speak about what I know myself.
A powerful passage. And one I'm glad that Will sourced.]
[Ed.2- He always looked astonishingly Grinch-like to me. The eyebrows, I guess.]
[Ed.3- I'm not sure what Will is is getting at when he writes: "But of course, Milosz was, quite uneasily, not just a poet but a bard (which as a concept-- if not a word-- does not translate well to Western sensibilities)." Milosz himself writes: "In Central and Eastern Europe, the word "poet" has a somewhat different meaning from that which it has in the West. There a poet does not merely arrange words in beautiful order. Tradition demands that he be a "bard," that his songs linger on many lips, that he speak in his poems of subjects of interest to all the citizens". What, I wonder, is there to be lost in translation? What separates this writer (this poet) from Desnos? From Hikmet? From Odysseus Elytis, whose poems soldiers carried into war? The answer? Little. What makes Milosz more of a voice of conscience than Camus or Sartre? Or even Eliot? All dictated the terms of dialogue at a level at once high & low. What about Auden, whose conversation style & deft Alexandrines raged poletically, waxed domestically? The point, of course, is that the pressure that turns the carbon (the universal poetic material) of Milosz into the diamond the obits & elegies celebrate today is external. We can't help that. And every writer must balance the desire to treat a moment in its full complexity -- not to is to sell the moment short -- & it's wide appeal to an audience -- to ignore the audience is to indulge a kind of verse-y onanism*. In the end, what separates Milosz from, say, George Oppen is that we think of Milosz's poetry as a window into the experience of surviving the horrors of the totalitarian. The poor luck of being a seeing, feeling person within a totalitarian regime is merely that -- poor luck. This, I think, is the root of Milosz's uneasiness. Poet. Bard. Etc. They are poems. They needn't be more.]
[Ed.4-- I didn't intend to be 'unkind'. The limitations I found in Milosz's work were my own. The inelasticity was mine. I was a omnivore at the time & interested only in that which would help me, immediately, write a better poem. Milosz poem's weren't as valuable to me because of that. If I'd been more interested in being a better person -- the business of poetry is cruelty, after all -- Milosz's work may have seemed more incisive to me.]
[Ed.5-- not oninism.]
The Only Living Boy In New York
I've been trying to put together a bunch of songs from my friend Amy for a while now. I think, finally, I've accomplished it:
Love Just Don’t Quit….Papas Fritas
The Only Living Boy In New York….Simon & Garfunkel
New Slang….The Shins
Get Me….J Mascis
A New England….Billy Bragg
Kaze Wo Atsumete….Happy End
Excitable Boy….Warren Zevon
It’s Not Easy….The Mooney Suzuki
Janie Jones….The Clash
Outfit….Drive-By Truckers
Happiness….Grant Lee Buffalo
Leather & Lace….Stevie Nicks (with Don Henley)
Windfall….Son Volt (live @ the Blind Pig)
I Don’t Want To Lose You Yet….Steve Earle
Beginning To See The Light….The Velvet Underground
Dizzy….The Throwing Muses
Rusholme Ruffians….The Smiths
Anticipation….J Mascis
When My Boy Walks Down The Street….The Magnetic Fields
You Can Have It All….Yo La Tengo
(Bonus Track: Bill Murray Sings Roxy Music)
Picking up (well, downloading) songs from the Papas Fritas made me think of my favorite live shows, a list dominated by the small midwestern venues I frequented while a graduate student in Ann Arbor & Iowa City. The list:
10. Pink Floyd, Momentary Lapse of Reason Tour, Veterans Stadium, Philadelphia, May 1988(?). First concert ever. Enormous Pig. Dogs of War, etc.
9. REM, Green Tour, The Spectrum, Philadelphia, Summer 1989.
8. Dance Hall Crashers, Blind Pig, Ann Arbor, Mi. 1996. Two lead singers. Women. Who, after the show, drank shots of Jack Daniels with us until the wee hours. Or at least what seemed to be wee hours.
7. Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros, Irving Plaza, New York, November 2001. I dashed in my grey wool suit from a dinner at Restaurant Daniel to catch this show on a cold Wednesday night. They finished with a cover of Blitzkrieg Bop in honor of his dearly departed friend, Joey Ramone.
6. Papas Fritas, Gabe's, Iowa City, Ia. 1998 (mostly because the adorable - female - drummer & her Yale Arts-grad friend came back to my apartment afterward with a bunch of my friends & we hung out until nearly dawn. My crush lasts until this day. They've since broken up, but what great pop music...)
5. b.)Alex Chilton, Gabe's, Iowa City, Ia. 2000. Note: Friggin' Big Star. Enough said.
5. a.)Elvis Costello & the Attractions, Mann Music Center, Philadelphia. Summer 1994 (I think.) Note: 18 songs on his set list. And then 13 songs in his encores. My friend Mike described it thus: It's like Satanic Carnival Music.
4. Alejandro Escavedo, Gabe's, Iowa City, Ia. 1999. Note: Finished with a cover of "I Wanna Be Your Dog".
3. Built to Spill/Sleater Kinney, Gabe's, Iowa City, Ia. 1999(?) Note: Need I say anything?
2. Palace Brothers, Blind Pig, Ann Arbor, Mi. 1996. Note: I worked door at this show. And carded Patti Smith.
1. PJ Harvey, Rid of Me Tour, Theater of Living Arts, Philadelphia, Summer 1993. Note: 105lbs soaking wet. With a big old Gretsch guitar. And a cover of Wang Dang Doodle.
