Sunday, November 14, 2021

'Resisting, Therefore, Tyrannical Simplification'

On a whim I started reading Theodor Haecker’s Journal in the Night (1950) again and couldn’t stop. I remembered Geoffrey Hill’s Paris Review interview. Asked to address the “difficulty” of his poems, Hill replied: 

“I would add that genuinely difficult art is truly democratic. And that tyranny requires simplification. This thought does not originate with me, it’s been far better expressed by others. I think immediately of the German classicist and Kierkegaardian scholar Theodor Haecker, who went into what was called ‘inner exile’ in the Nazi period, and kept a very fine notebook throughout that period, which miraculously survived, though his house was destroyed by Allied bombing. Haecker argues, with specific reference to the Nazis, that one of the things the tyrant most cunningly engineers is the gross oversimplification of language, because propaganda requires that the minds of the collective respond primitively to slogans of incitement. And any complexity of language, any ambiguity, any ambivalence implies intelligence. Maybe an intelligence under threat, maybe an intelligence that is afraid of consequences, but nonetheless an intelligence working in qualifications and revelations . . . resisting, therefore, tyrannical simplification.”

 

There’s a snobbish tendency to think those who champion “simple” poetry or prose – primary colors, nothing too obscure or allusive, just the facts, ma’am – are a little thick, not as cerebrally scintillating as the rest of us. Put that aside. Hill and Haecker suggest another explanation: keeping language one-dimensional makes it more persuasive, reducing poems to slogans or screeds. Certainly, much of today’s prize-winning poetry is intended as propaganda (and, incidentally, as virtue-signaling). Whereas, the best poetry, even when seemingly most explicit, suggests. Words well used carry an aura of implication. They buzz with significance. Propagandists want reducible, unambiguous “message” – which, incidentally, is how literature is customarily taught today. In a Journal entry from December 22, 1945, Haecker writes:

 

“It makes a difference whether a writer can suddenly surprise a reader  with an unexpected turn of phrase or whether one expects something unexpected to occur. It also makes a difference whether one can read the unexpected passage twice, or only once.”

 

This suggests that among the essential qualities of literature are enduring surprise and re-readability. It’s not disposable like Kleenex – read once and chucked. Language is a persistent theme in Haecker’s Journal. Recall that he is writing while under house arrest in Nazi Germany. At any moment the Gestapo could knock down his door and kill him for his words. In 1944, Haecker writes:

 

“The written language must continually be refreshed by the spoken language, that is by great writers, whose living soliloquies (monologues or dialogues) are spontaneous and lead directly from the heart of feeling to language, without going a roundabout way, avoiding the usual worn-out, conventional lines, avoiding the old pipe line, choked with old phrases, so furred-up that language loses all its élan, all its strength and all its purity.”

3 comments:

Richard Zuelch said...

Another German writer who could have been killed for his words: Heinrich A. Rommen (1897-1967), a Roman Catholic intellectual who was part of the German Catholic resistance to the Nazis in the early 1930s. He was arrested, at one point, and spend two months in Gestapo custody. For some reason, he was released, and fled with his family to the US in 1938, where he eventually ended up teaching at Georgetown. I've just started reading his book, "The State in Catholic Thought: A Treatise on Political Philosophy" (German, 1935; English, 1945; re-issued by Cluny in 2016). The Nazis liked neither poets nor intellectuals.

Faze said...

Reading the phrase makes me realize that "enduring surprise" is also an attribute of great music.

slr in tx said...

Whole lotta virtue signaling going on these days (apologies to Jerry Lee). It's actually quite common human practice- it all depends on one's conception of "virtue" I was working downtown for a number of years and used to run into an older African American gentleman working for the building maintenance service. Very sleight in stature and getting on in years, but he performed his job with dispatch and zeal. Promptly down on all fours to snatch a stray bit of detritus. He was above 80 years of age, having told me he and his wife had been married sixty+ years. Chatting briefly one evening and he mentioned having been in the War (WW II). A co-worker happened by just then and asked him what branch of the service in was in. "Navy". Co-worker issued forth with an exuberant "thank you for your service" My old guy was briefly bewildered, but came back with "it's OK, the Company's paying me for my services," which seemed to take the air out of my co-worker's balloon and he promptly evaporated. It was all I could do to stifle a laugh, but I really didn't care to embarrass anyone or make an issue of a basically well-intentioned gesture, despite the virtue signal. We all engage in such chest-swelling practices from time to time. The occasional lapse is of no great import, whereas the serial abuser is a pain in the ass.

It brings to mind Alexander Pope's epigram:

I am his highness's dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

Who or what is yanking your chain? We are all of us in thrall to some ideology, wispy or robust, to a greater or lesser degree, benign or malign, gravely serious or surpassingly silly, neutral, beneficent or outright destructive and nihilistic.

My guess is that people will continue to be people. (until the Singularity, of course).