All Hail Camille
by
Gail Jarvis
by
Gail Jarvis
Camille
Paglia is one of my heroes or should I say heroines? She
has no qualms about jousting with politically correct types nor
does she have any fear of their retribution. In her new book, Break,
Blow, Burn Miss Paglia discusses poetry and maintains correctly,
that there are no worthwhile poems being written today. She puts
much of the blame on the current crop of literature professors.
A March 27 Newsday.com review of her book, quotes Miss Paglia's
complaint about the professors' "pseudo-sociological critical
eye" which causes them to focus on "racism, sexism, homophobia,
imperialism" rather than the quality of the poem.
Not
only has political correctness clouded the judgment and taste of
academia, it has had a similar effect on society at large. This
is what happens when people have been intimidated into silence;
intimidation being the most powerful weapon in the politically correct
arsenal.
Many
think that political correctness developed during the 1960s, but
it is actually a continuation of Marxist philosophy that had been
around for years. One aspect of Marxism is an economic theory that
has as its ultimate goal a classless society; a society that can
be achieved by a redistribution of wealth by the state. But there
is another aspect of Marxist ideology: cultural Marxism. This phase
of Marxism extends the state's control to other aspects of society:
its culture and religion. Obviously, for the state to be all-powerful,
religion must be sanitized, marginalized or even obliterated. Furthermore,
Marxists maintain that in a truly classless society, there can be
no distinctions between higher and lower expressions of culture
in its works of art.
Early
Marxists described the paintings, sculpture, and high architecture
of the Renaissance as "conspicuous waste"; an idea that
was elaborated on by sociologist Thorstein Veblen. Not only did
these works of art serve no utilitarian purpose for society, but
the artists and their patrons were unfairly awarded a social status
above that of the masses. Marxists opposed religion because it was
considered a "universal structure"; the ultimate arbiter
of ideas and ideals.
Cultural
Marxism maintains that there is no universal structure but rather
an assortment of "social constructs" that change to accommodate
shifts in political ideologies. Each artistic endeavor is given
the same relative worth. Consequently, there are no great works
of art anymore. In one
of his essays, George Reisman, Professor of Economics at Pepperdine
University calls it: "
the explicit obliteration of distinctions
between levels of civilization." This unhealthy trend, cultural
Marxism political correctness, has ruled for too long.
But
Camille Paglia and others are beginning to raise their voices against
this trivialization of art. In the introduction to her new book,
she states: "Poststructuralism and crusading identity politics
led to the gradual sinking in reputation of the premiere literature
departments." (Poststructuralism, like cultural Marxism, maintains
that there is no universal structure but only many diverse and constantly
altering structures. These structures change as political goals
change, and one structure is as valid as another.)
To
illustrate Miss Paglia's claim about the scarcity of high-quality
poetry, I will simply compare a poem from a prior century to one
from today. In order to make a fair comparison, I selected celebrated
poems by two famous Poet Laureates.
Certainly,
it was difficult to choose from the list of English Poet Laureates.
There were so many outstanding practitioners. I finally chose William
Wordsworth just because he is one of my favorites. Wordsworth achieved
neither fame nor financial success until his last days. He lived
off a bequest he received from a friend until he eventually had
to take a low-paying job in order to survive. He was one of the
first of what came to be known in England as a "romantic poet."
Wordsworth eschewed the old forms and often stylistically wrote
in "conversational blank verse." Public recognition came
at the end of his life. He was made England's Poet Laureate in 1842
and he died in 1850.
This
is a section from Wordsworth's "Lines Composed a Few Miles
Above Tintern Abbey." (1798)
"For
I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things."
As
an illustration of contemporary poetry, I have chosen the most prominent
of all the United States Poet Laureates: Dr. Maya Angelou. Her accolades
are too lengthy to list here, but they include having been honored
by not one but three United States presidents. President Ford appointed
her to the American Revolution Bicentennial Commission; President
Carter appointed her to the Commission for the Observance of International
Woman of the Year, and President Clinton chose her to compose and
deliver his inauguration poem. The African American Literature Book
Club describes her as "a remarkable Renaissance woman."
Dr. Angelou has received the Ladies Home Journal's Woman
of the Year award; the National Medal of Arts award, and was given
a lifetime appointment as Reynolds Professor of American Studies
at Wake Forest University. She has also been awarded an honorary
Doctor of Letters by at least two colleges, and this allows her
to employ the designation of "Doctor."
The
following poem typifies her work and is from a collection of Dr.
Angelou's best poems.
"When
I Think About Myself" (1983)
"When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that's walked
A song that's spoke
I laugh so hard I almost choke,
When I think about myself.
Sixty years in these folks' world
The child I works for calls me girl,
I say "Yes Ma'am" for working's sake
Too proud to bend,
Too poor to break,
I laugh until my stomach ache,
When I think about myself.
My folks can make me split my side,
I laughed so hard I nearly died,
The tales they tell sound just like lying,
They grow the fruit,
But eat the rind,
I laugh until I start to crying.
When I think about my folks."
You
can evaluate the relative merits of these two poems for yourself
, because reactions to poetry must be individual and cannot be determined
by a show of hands.
In
my opinion, the Wordsworth poem meets the criteria of a great work
of art. Miss Angelou's poem does not. Angelou has a gift for words
and employs a clever turn of phrase but her poem is limited in range
and the reader isn't motivated to ruminate over its larger meaning,
or if indeed it has a larger meaning. Wordsworth's poem soars, rising
above the commonplace into a mystical, spiritual plane. This is
the artistic passion of a man who refuses to be restrained by his
worldly situation. The simplest things of nature are enough to elevate
his emotions and he invites the reader to share his joy.
On
the other hand, even though Angelou's narrator "laughs,"
it is the caustic, sardonic laughter of one who feels trapped in
a bleak and hopeless situation. Wordsworth poem uplifts us while
Angelou's is simply fatalistic. Miss Angelou's poem is cast in colloquial
language which obviously conveys the mood she is seeking. But it
does not stir readers in the same way as Wordsworth's more literary
language does.
Wordsworth's
200-year-old poem still moves us today. But will people still be
reading Maya Angelou's poem 200 years from now? I do not believe
her poem will stand the test of time. If it is remembered at all,
it will simply be as a curio, representative of the age of political
correctness. And while academics may continue their attempts to
ban Wordsworth as a Dead White European Male, I predict that his
art will remain ageless and immutable.
Finally,
in his March 27 review of Miss Paglia's new book, New York Times
critic Clive James makes this incisive observation: "But the
most threatening thing about her, from the American viewpoint, is
that she refuses to treat the arts as an instrument of civil rights.
Without talent, no entitlement." Camille Paglia, high-heels
and all, has kicked down the PC barricade so the rest of us should
no longer be held back.
March
28, 2005
Gail
Jarvis [send
him mail], a CPA living in
Beaufort, SC, is an advocate of the voluntary union of states established
by the founders.
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