Saturday 27 January 2024

Orwell's Roses. Rebecca Solnit

 

Orwell's RosesOrwell's Roses by Rebecca Solnit
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book is many things, but what I think is at its centre is a thesis about beauty. Solnit uses the cultural legacy of Orwell to explore how we find dignity and purpose in our political selves. Her idea is that we can find in Orwell's writing more than just dystopia; there are also moments of beauty and compassion. To avoid the tendency to fascism, we need a richer reading of the world. A reading that looks one way to stare fascism in the face, and then the other, to find beauty and truth.

Near the middle of the book, Solnit quotes Hannah Arendt: "The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced Communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction (i.e., the reality of experience) and the distinction between true and false (i.e., the standards of thought) no longer exist." Whilst Solnit quite deliberately has little specific to say about the present state of the political world, her writing is a perfect foundation for addressing so much of it. What I took most from the book was the need to do the hard work necessary to build better worlds. There's an urgent need to resist the laziness of leaders and the media who say what is easy and expedient. Instead, we need to take the time to explore complexity, reach compromises, and add beauty to the world.

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Friday 25 November 2022

Building bridges

Sometimes first impressions can be mistaken. Yesterday I taught my second English lesson to a group of teenagers at Blue Dragon Children's Foundation in Vietnam. Two of the keener students arrived early and chatted happily in Vietnamese before a boy I didn't know came into the room. They argued. The new boy looking intimidating with a tattoo and angry face. When he left, I asked if my two students were OK and they smiled and shrugged it off. 


The rest of the students arrived and the lesson started. We sat in a circle on a carpet and I used a pile of lego to introduce the English colours. Working in pairs, the learning task was to make a bridge out of lego saying the number and colour of blocks as they took them from the pile: "two red, four green" etc. The finished bridges needed to be big and strong enough to cross a piece of A4 paper.


At this stage the angry boy with the tattoo came back into the room. He came around the circle and sat close beside me. I handed him some lego and watched as he tentatively tried to put them together. I showed him how to pull blocks apart and he experimented and grew in confidence as he discovered how the lego worked. I tried a few English words for numbers and colours but he didn't engage. So I started building a bridge. One block at a time I made a base and a series of steps and my newest student copied the process to build his side of the structure. When each of our sides was big enough, we joined them with a final block and added our bridge to the others spanning a piece of paper. He turned to me and smiled.


Only today did the rather blatant symbolism of the task occur to me. The bridge I hope I built was one that takes a young boy from insecurity to a little more confidence. A bridge that makes him feel more accepted and confident. A bridge that builds his humanity. That's the bridge he built for me.


Sunday 15 August 2021

Digging


(in homage to Seamus Heaney) 



How has it taken

Fifty four years 

To learn the difference 

Between a spade 

And a shovel?


Spades I’ve had many,

But the shovel is recent.

Inherited from my 

Father-in-law who

Knew his tools.


He owned two scythes,

The blades brought back

As hand luggage from 

Austria in the days 

When that was possible.


Despite owning a slasher,

He still cut grass

With the Scythe. 

Said the cows liked it better

Untainted by fumes.


Sweeping in great arcs

He showed me

How the blade was angled, 

Just so, to catch 

The grass along its edge:


“To Slice, not Chop.”

Precise words to 

Describe an action

Honed as keen

As the blade.


Pausing often

To run the whet stone 

Over the edge,

He told me the secret

To a good blade:


“Have just the right compromise 

Between Hardness and Flexibility.”

Too hard and the blade will snap;

Too soft and you won’t 

Get a fine cutting edge.


In Austria, he said,

A good scythe was 

A treasured thing.

Before it wore down

It was taken to the Blacksmith


Who would twang it with 

A finger, listening 

To the vibrations

And transfer the same note 

To a new blade: 


Just hard enough to cut well;

Not so hard as to be brittle.

Each new blade a song 

Going back generations -

Singing the instrument 


To its perfect shape.



In my garden 

The shovel is a revelation

The back-breaking 

Spade work transformed 

Into something elegant and precise;


A measured economy of 

Movement that has

A rhythm like poetry. 

The length 

Of the handle


Teaching me to bend

And use my legs, 

Hands positioned to

Make the most of 

The angle of the blade.


Bend, slice, lever

Lift, thrust, flick

And the motion

Repeats drawing me

Into a reverie 


And memories of 

My uncle in Shetland

Showing me the peat bog

Where he cut slabs 

Of peat for the winter.


The tools looking 

Like crazed creations

From a lunatic blacksmith

But having, in fact,

A form perfect for their function.


Nick, slice, lever, 

Lift, thrust and pile

The sods on the bank

Where they dry to provide heat 

Through the winter.


On the hill nearby 

Are the marks of peat lines

That contour down, 

Fading as the new 

Heather heals the scars.


Each line another chapter 

In the story of generations

That dig this hill,

Bottom to top in a 

Rhythm that marks millennia.



My driveway is quickly finished.

A couple of days enough 

For it to look like new

And for me to discover

This tool that teaches me


Who I am.





Sunday 27 June 2021

Playing With Fire

Words lick at the air 
Igniting a reaction - 
Fuel to heat, 
Comfort or pain, 
Tongues that dance 
Probing the ear, 
Fingers that itch 
To touch forbidden fruit. 

Risking the moment 
We steal from the gods 
This ember of meaning.
Breathe gently upon it 
And watch it glow.

Sunday 14 March 2021

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into ValuesZen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values by Robert M. Pirsig
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

What made my reading of this book so interesting was that I was given my copy by my friend Pete who is an engineer. Every Friday night Pete and I ride our pushbikes 25 kms around the east side of Singapore, drink a beer or two and ride back again. We talk: Pete about engineering, me about teaching and the books I read. One Friday Pete passed me a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and said he'd always wanted to read it; he'd bought two copies and we could read and chat about it each week. Thus began a remarkable bookclub.

What Pete loved and helped me to see better was the idea of an engineering problem as holistic. When things go wrong you can treat the symptom or you can think more holistically to understand the nature of the system. But, as Zen and the Art explains, the engineering systems we engage with also include the user as an integral element and so the problem is always more than just physics. The relationships between humans and the world we shape are reciprocal and complex and engineering is art as well as science.

That's the easy bit. Prisig then goes into an exploration of how the reification of the mechanical world seeps into the management of education and the human sciences. Somewhere around the last third of the book my understanding began to waver and Pete's company recalled him to the US. I'm not sure what we would or could have made of this last section. I'm not even sure whether Pirsig knows. At some point, it seems to me, all great writing reaches the limits of what can be said. Pirsig pushes those limits leaving me grateful for what I have understood, and a little in awe of what I have not.

I highly recommend the book, bike-riding book clubs, and clever people who see the world differently to you.

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Tuesday 5 January 2021

The company I keep

The company I keep 
Includes poets. 
Odd individuals 
Who see the world sideways, 
Lurking in conversations, 
Waiting for the weird words, 
The unusual observations,
And surreptitiously wrapping them 
In paper napkins 
To sneak them home. 

Best to keep your insights hidden 
Lest they pilfer those too 
And sell them to the world in a poem.



A friend has been writing a poem a day and publishing on Facebook. At dinner last night he was asked if he'd written the day's poem. "I'll do it later" he said, "hopefully someone will say something that will give me inspiration". 

Sunday 27 December 2020

 

The Invention of Science: The Scientific Revolution from 1500 to 1750The Invention of Science: The Scientific Revolution from 1500 to 1750 by David Wootton
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book matters. It matters generally because of its meticulous scholarship and its well-reasoned articulation of the processes that underpin scientific knowledge. It matters specifically now as an antidote to the forces of counter-scientific thinking that, through ignorance or self-serving lies, are picking away at the fabric of society and academia.

In the context of COVID, a robust and reliable scientific process is life-saving. What I came to better appreciate through reading Wootton is both how recent and also how fragile the processes we call "science" really are. My crude understanding prior to reading the book was that the key transition into modern thought occured with Aristotle. Plato represented antiquity with the proper locus of inquiry being the mind; the objects of the world are no more than interesting approximations of intellectual "forms" and of limited use to the thinking philosopher. However misguided much of Aristotle's thinking may have been, I understood science to have begun with Aristotle's determination to investigate the details of the world through observation and classification.

Wootton argues convincingly that just observing the world and documenting what is seen is not enough to form the foundations of science. What is missing until the 16th and 17th centuries is a true scientific process and a culture of inquiry. And for such a process and culture to exist, Wooton demonstrates, a series of social and technological advances needed to be made. The printing press is necessary because knowledge has to be widely available and documented clearly so that others can test and verify. Advances in technology are important because they provide the precision instruments that allow for the careful and replicable measurement of the natural world. A culture of inquiry built on the social investment in the 16th century voyages of discovery supports the elevation of individual thinkers who can explore the natural world in new ways. Wootton's chapter on the historical evolution of the concept of a "fact" is both exhaustive in its scholarship and compelling in its argument that an enlightenment understanding of a "fact" is qualitatively different to any understanding that preceded it. Before the enlightenment, "fact" had more of the quality of the modern concept of "gossip" relying on hearsay and authority; after the enlightenment, a "fact" requires validation in objective evidence. This is the true origins of modern science.

Most interesting for me is Wootton's explanation of the relativism of the mid 20th century. When I was an undergraduate in the late 1980s, the post-structural thinking of Jacques Derrida was influential. I found the arguments (to the extent that I understood them) compelling and persuasive but also deeply unsettling as they seemed to uncouple the mind from the world. In the final chapters of his book, Wootton offers a rapprochement by reminding the reader of the "whiggish" history to which Derrida and others in the relativist tradition were reacting.

What stopped Aristotelian philosophy maturing to become modern science were the mechanisms of self-serving social power which permeate language and culture. The post-modern philosophers provide a clear articulation of these processes. What Wootton argues - very convincingly to my mind - is that it's possible to understand the thinking of Derrida and Wittgenstein and others as a useful addition to the history of science rather than as a refutation of scientific process. Scientific thought needs to be understood as both a social and a "factual" process.


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