Monday, April 26, 2010

Astral Facts, April 2010




Have Fun on 101

Astral: (Theosophy) Consisting of, belonging to, or designating, a kind of supersensible substance alleged to be next above the tangible world in refinement; as, astral spirits; astral bodies of persons; astral current.



April’s celebration as “Poetry Month” has seen lots of famous and contemporary pieces published in the newspapers, in daily emails, on refrigerator notes, etc. We might be wondering why we haven’t seen the advertisers jump on this bandwagon, but – like marketing natural medicines – the money in poetry isn’t really so profitable.


Fortunately, the people at Burma Shave didn’t accept that, exploring down a “road not taken” with the poetic signs which used to be found along the backroads of America. Perhaps many of us can still remember “the good ol’ days” driving on those winding two-lane state highways (like the original Route 66 across country or Highway 101 along the west coast) and then coming across a series of five or six small signs on the side of the road, with about enough space in between to read and digest one before the next appeared. The final sign in the series always identified the source (Burma Shave), but we knew it long before it appeared.


Some samples went like:


The ladies
          Take one whiff
                        And purr—
                                       It's no wonder
                                                       Men prefer


Burma-Shave Lotion


The first signs carried content to advertise the benefits of the product, but once the brand name recognition became automatic, many verses focused on driving habits and road safety. A typical example is entitled “Daisies”:


       If daisies
                 Are your
                        Favorite flower
                                      Keep pushing up those
                                                        Miles-per-hour


                                                                          Burma Shave.



You can find an exhaustive list compiled from the book Verse by the Side of the Road at this location:
http://burma-shave.org/jingles/


Of course, we don’t take the backroads in our current fast-paced culture, and we have the Interstates (I-5, I-90, I-84, etc.) slicing straight lines through terrains from point A to point B at posted speeds of 70 mph. Thus, the rustic local color of the country roads has been brushed over and aside for the state sponsored (and controlled) “Lodging / Food / Gas at the next exit” messages that preserve the natural beauty of the Interstate network and control the revenue flow.


High-fives for the I-5’s!


During this month, I experienced the “High-five for the I-5” attitude in my classroom while we were discussing the poem “The Man He Killed” by Thomas Hardy.


I imagine copyright laws prevent me from reproducing the entire poem here, but it’s readily available online for perusal prior to discussing it. Open it in a new window:


http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/923.html


My students read it over and pronounced it was saying that “war turns potential friends into enemies. “


I suggested that might not be all there was to it, so they added that the poem shows that “war causes soldiers to act differently than they ordinarily would.”


This was followed by the attitude that said, “We’ve finished. Can we leave now, Mr. Lowe?”


“High five for the I-5!”


However, I had planned the class session with a “High fun on 101” perspective, and I was noticing some curves, so I asked, “Why does each stanza begin with quotation marks, but only the final stanza has quote marks at the end?”


While they puzzled over that one, I noticed a view from a different angle, asking them, “Why does he have those dashes in the third and fourth stanzas?”


Since one of the students had read the poem aloud to start the discussion, I suggested, “Do the dashes somehow affect the rhythm of the poem when it’s read aloud? Why would Hardy do something like that?”


As a class, we figured out that the quotations meant that the entire poem was that of a soldier speaking aloud, and the dashes interrupted the rhythm because it appeared that this was the first time the soldier had verbally told the story of the experience.


By now, we were actually out of the allotted time, but obviously we weren’t finished yet. We hadn’t decided what the circumstances were that prompted him to speak. So the assignment for the next day was to imagine someone needed an illustration to accompany the poem in a book. If the offer was $5,000 for the best concept, how would they compose their suggestion? How much time had elapsed between the event and the telling of it? How would they describe the scene and situation?


The next day they had forgotten the “High-five for I-5” view and completely pulled off the freeway. They wanted to spend the entire class time at this particular bend in the road with its panoramic view of the variety of possible scenes.


Obviously, the “I” and the “he” in the poem referred to the two soldiers, with “I” walking off the battlefield and “he” remaining a dead body on the battlefield.


However, the “He” in Hardy's title, now they had thought about it, wasn’t so clear. If the speaker in the poem had indeed realized in the third and fourth stanzas that the man who had died might easily be a mirror image of himself, that realization had not carried over to the fifth (and final) stanza, for he ends the story in the same matter-of-fact and somewhat detached voice he started with.


Whatever emotions he had acknowledged in stanza three and four were now safely bottled up again. Essentially, part of him had died out on the battlefield as well, and now this is something he has to carry inside.


The students felt that Hardy had recognized and described PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) back in the early 1900’s – long before the contemporary recognition in the 1970’s as a condition needing attention.


By their initial “High-five for I-5” approach, the students had missed the deeper implications of Hardy’s observations. However, a “Have fun on 101” approach offered much more value – value that perhaps could be found as we examine other things going on around us.  What happens in the classroom doesn't need to stay in the classroom!


Perhaps it’s not a bad idea to pull out of the fast lanes and take a leisurely drive, for fun, on 101!


Walter Lowe

Astral Facts is a monthly presentation of Humanities Science, produced in the bowels of the Humanities Science offices.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Astral Facts, March 2010

Natural Language

Astral: (Theosophy) Consisting of, belonging to, or designating, a kind of supersensible substance alleged to be next above the tangible world in refinement; as, astral spirits; astral bodies of persons; astral current.

Since April is National Poetry Month, it seems appropriate to segue from the lamb-like ending of the month (in spite of snow pummeling the mountain passes) by looking at how poetry can have its roots from merely listening to the voices of Mother Nature.

In her article “Hearing Voices,” Linda Hogan, a Chickasaw poet and the inaugural Writer in Residence for the Chickasaw, comments on Barbara McClintock, who won the Nobel Prize in 1983 for her research on gene transposition in maize (corn). When McClintock was asked for the inspiration that led her to her discoveries, she said that she listened to what the corn was saying to her, “letting it come.” According to Hogan, McClintock was successful because she paused to learn “the stories” of the corn plants and developed a relationship of “the inner voices of corn and woman speaking to one another.”

Hogan’s point is that, as a poet, her mission is to listen to the voices of nature and then be the medium to express them. Nature sees everything and reports it to whomever will listen. As Hogan says, when the Chernobyl disaster occurred, the local authorities tried to hush it over, but the wind carried the message to the rest of the world. “The wind was the poet, the prophet, the scientist” all rolled into one.

Hogan draws upon her own heritage whose oral tradition has told the stories of people who listened to the Earth: “people who have known that corn grows with the songs and prayers of the people, that it has a story to tell, that the world is alive.”

Hogan points out that this is not merely restricted to Native American tradition, for Western Culture describes how "Psyche received direction from the reeds and ants; Orpheus knew the language of earth, animals, and birds.”

Hogan says the mission of the poets is to communicate these messages. She cites Ernesto Cardenal, a priest, poet, and former Nicaraguan Minister of Culture, who commented on political events by noting, “The armadillos are very happy with this government …/ Not only humans desired liberation / the whole ecology wanted it.”

If course, these just sound like nice stories; however, perhaps it’s not that art imitates life, it is that art reflects life:

http://discovermagazine.com/2002/apr/featplants
http://www.redicecreations.com/article.php?id=4577

So for those of us who might be interested in learning a new language so that we can listen to our plants and maybe find inspiration in our lives and for the lives of those around us, here’s a good place to start:

http://www.redicecreations.com/article.php?id=4577

And who knows; maybe we can hear the voices, too!


EARTH VOICES
by: Bliss Carman (1861-1929)

I Heard the spring wind whisper
Above the brushwood fire,
"The world is made forever
Of transport and desire.

"I am the breath of being,
The primal urge of things;
I am the whirl of star dust,
I am the lift of wings.

"I am the splendid impulse
That comes before the thought,
The joy and exaltation
Wherein the life is caught.

"Across the sleeping furrows
I call the buried seed,
And blade and bud and blossom
Awaken at my need.

"Within the dying ashes
I blow the sacred spark,
And make the hearts of lovers
To leap against the dark."

II

I heard the spring light whisper
Above the dancing stream,
"The world is made forever
In likeness of a dream.

"I am the law of planets,
I am the guide of man;
The evening and the morning
Are fashioned to my plan.

"I tint the dawn with crimson,
I tinge the sea with blue;
My track is in the desert,
My trail is in the dew.

"I paint the hills with color,
And in my magic dome
I light the star of evening
To steer the traveller home.

"Within the house of being,
I feed the lamp of truth
With tales of ancient wisdom
And prophecies of youth."

III

I heard the spring rain murmur
Above the roadside flower,
"The world is made forever
In melody and power.

"I keep the rhythmic measure
That marks the steps of time,
And all my toil is fashioned
To symmetry and rhyme.

"I plow the untilled upland,
I ripe the seeding grass,
And fill the leafy forest
With music as I pass.

"I hew the raw, rough granite
To loveliness of line,
And when my work is finished,
Behold, it is divine!

"I am the master-builder
In whom the ages trust.
I lift the lost perfection
To blossom from the dust."

IV

Then Earth to them made answer,
As with a slow refrain
Born of the blended voices
Of wind and sun and rain,

"This is the law of being
That links the threefold chain:
The life we give to beauty
Returns to us again."


"Earth Voices" is reprinted from April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics. Bliss Carman. Boston: Small, Maynard and Company, 1916.


Walter Lowe

Astral Facts is a monthly presentation of Humanities Science, produced in the bowels of the Humanities Science offices.