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Muse of history2/3/2024 This is not the jaded cynicism which sees nothing new under the sun, it is an elation which sees everything as renewed… This is the revolutionary spirit at its deepest it recalls the spirit to arms.Īnd yet this potential for renewal necessarily coexists with our shared legacy of outrage, which must remain a wakeful outrage and not a somnolent trance if we are to transcend our history. They exhort him against the fearful magnet of older civilizations… Fact evaporates into myth. Yet he has paid his accounts to Greece and Rome and walks in a world without monuments and ruins. In their exuberance he is still capable of enormous wonder. Their vision of man in the New World is Adamic. Those whom Walcott celebrates as the great poets of the New World - Neruda, Whitman, Borges - reject this model of history and instead uphold a more ennobling alternative: It refuses to recognize it as a creative or culpable force. The truly tough aesthetic of the New World neither explains nor forgives history. Because this literature serves historical truth, it yellows into polemic or evaporates in pathos. In the New World servitude to the muse of history has produced a literature of recrimination and despair, a literature of revenge written by the descendants of slaves or a literature of remorse written by the descendants of masters. Thus, as we grow older as a race, we grow aware that history is written, that it is a kind of literature without morality, that in its actuaries the ego of the race is indissoluble and that everything depends on whether we write this fiction through the memory of hero or of victim. The further the facts, the more history petrifies into myth. They know that by openly fighting tradition we perpetuate it … and that maturity is the assimilation of the features of every ancestor.įor those who take this stance, Walcott argues, “history is fiction, subject to a fitful muse, memory.” In a sentiment that calls to mind philosopher Martha Nussbaum’s incisive ideas about the relationship between agency and victimhood, he writes: They perversely encourage disfavour, but because their sense of the past is of a timeless, yet habitable, moment, the New World owes them more than it does those who wrestle with that past, for their veneration subtilizes an arrogance which is tougher than violent rejection. Those who break a tradition first hold it in awe. ![]() Half a century later, Walcott echoes her insight, turning a skeptical eye to the generation of West Indian writers who dismiss hastily and wholesale the complex colonial legacy of the New World. “Not to go onwards (in verse, as in everything) means to go backwards - that is, to leave the scene,” the great Russian poet Marina Tsvetayeva wrote on the cusp of the Russian Revolution and its attendant cultural revolution as she considered why we must intimately understand something before we can rightfully reject it. That difficult, necessary, transcendent will to weave is what the great Caribbean poet, playwright, essayist, and Nobel laureate Derek Walcott (January 23, 1930–March 17, 2017) explores in a stirring 1974 essay titled “The Muse of History,” found in his essay collection What the Twilight Says ( public library). Baldwin himself touched on this a decade later in his spectacular and timely 1970 conversation with Margaret Mead about identity, race, and the crucial difference between guilt and responsibility, where he observed: “What we call history is perhaps a way of avoiding responsibility for what has happened, is happening, in time.” Without taking such responsibility we couldn’t create that new and better world, for the great drama of its creation - like that of our self-creation - is that of weaving something new and wonderful from the tattered threads of our cultural history and convention. But we can only make a broken world over if we first closely examine its parts - that is, its pasts - and take responsibility for the conditions as well as the consequences of its brokenness.Īnd yet, too often, we flee and burrow in the comforting certitude of our history, which is not the same as our past, no matter how false and hubristic such certitude may be. ![]() “We made the world we’re living in and we have to make it over,” James Baldwin asserted in 1960 as he contemplated freedom and how we imprison ourselves.
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