[Humanist] 24.867 literature brought virtually to life
Humanist Discussion Group
willard.mccarty at mccarty.org.uk
Sat Apr 9 07:16:31 CEST 2011
Humanist Discussion Group, Vol. 24, No. 867.
Centre for Computing in the Humanities, King's College London
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Date: Fri, 08 Apr 2011 14:00:16 -0400
From: Wendell Piez <wapiez at mulberrytech.com>
Subject: Re: [Humanist] 24.864 literature brought virtually to life
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Dear Willard and HUMANIST,
On 4/8/2011 1:52 AM, Jascha Kessler wrote:
> Humanist Discussion Group, Vol. 24, No. 864.
> Centre for Computing in the Humanities, King's College London
> Submit to: humanist at lists.digitalhumanities.org
> Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2011 11:09:15 -0700
> From: Jascha Kessler<urim.urim at gmail.com>
> Subject: re Mr Piez...
> who wrote an interesting and cogent comment ... until near his close, when
> we read, "these institutions are no one but us, and like all living things,
> their choice and ours is only whether to renew ourselves or die."
> There is not "or" about any of this. We die in any case, in the longer or
> shorter run, to allude to Keynes' famous remark.
I know ... as I was writing, I was remembering W.H. Auden's recantation
of his own great poem "September 1, 1939". Maybe I was echoing more than
I knew from his words:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Later (as least if my memory is not betraying me) the poet accused his
earlier self of sentimentality, and changed his text. Of course we love
one another *and* die.
And yet I decided to go with the first version, arguing with myself that
it could be true in a less literal sense, if we ask what is the failure
to love, or the failure to renew ourselves. For the most part, what
difference there is between merely persisting and dying is not a
question the young have to ask: but that is exactly the point.
As to the rest, I am happy to leave that to Dr Kessler, and to Auden,
this time from his elegy on Yeats of the same year:
Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.
This does have to do with us, especially as the words of the dead are
modified, not only in our own guts, but in the guts of our machines. To
me, it seems always an open question whether such modification will be
renewal, or only encapsulation and embalming; and this is the question I
wished to pose about us and our students. Absolutely, as Kessler quotes
Thoreau, "One generation abandons the enterprises of another like
vessels stranded on the shore"; I don't feel it should be otherwise. It
still matters what shore we have landed them on, whether the spit of an
atoll, or a continent.
Wendell Piez mailto:wapiez at mulberrytech.com
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