Pigs in The Fog
Where is that pig anyway? Still lost in the fog out there, I guess. He left word that if he wasn't back by today I should post this quote from R.H. Ash, the fictional Victorian poet in A.S. Byatt's novel Possesion. He mumbled something about it being an antidote to the current "History is bunk" attitude of the millions. Or something like that. I don't know. Maybe he was just grumblimg...
"I myself, with the aid of the imagination, have worked a little in that line, have ventriloquised, have lent my voice to, and mixt my life with, those past voices and lives whose resuscitation in our own lives as warnings, as examples, as the life of the past persisting in us, is the business of every thinking man and woman."
The Pig was very emphatic about it, seemed to think the people of the past have some kind of validity, that their ideas and lives are actually worth pondering now. Maybe like the guys who invented Pong. He's still out there as I write this. I hope he finds whatever he's rooting for.
Labels: Looking Into The Past, Meaning of Things
posted by Christopher Newton at 3:50 PM
3 Comments:
The pig roots away and I root with him, though not a pondering rooter of his stature. Alas, the people of the past have lived their lives, shown their colors and have gone to beyond. Blessed or cursed, they have made the path and we trod it. Whether we like it or not is of little concern now. It's where we are and we're here because of them.
History is a non-existent fact, but a fact none the less, and need not be forgotten. There's n othing new except what has been forgotten. Or, in then words of the preacher, "...No new thing under the sun."
Selah
and they talked till the moss came up to their eyes...
Good one, Kirst. Say, that's Emily Dickinson, right? (wink wink nod nod)
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