In his poem “Monumental Is More than a Question of Scale,” Turner Cassity takes on the laughable kitsch of Soviet-era war monuments:
“Magnificently
sited, on the choicest real estate,
The Soviet
war monuments weight Central Europe down:
Les Beaux-Arts bloated.”
Cassity
published the poem in the January 1992 issue of Poetry, in the immediate wake of the Soviet collapse. Among its
other offenses, communism has always been guilty of crimes against the
aesthetic sense. Reading Cassity, I was reminded of the broken but steroidal
statue of Lenin seen floating on a barge in Theo Angelopoulos’ 1995 film Ulysses’ Gaze. Size displaces other
qualities. To paraphrase Marx, quantity becomes quality. Big is better. Cassity
includes a passage that seems, after thirty years, especially relevant:
“USSR does
better for itself. In Volgagrad,
Colossal, in
a strictest sense, the sword-uplifting Rus
Defends and
is the Motherland; and in Odessa, plain,
Remote, an
obelisk of dark red granite claims a shore,
Commemorating
who knows what. The possibilities,
The Ukraine
being what it is, are numberless and grim.”
The Odessa obelisk
is known as the Monument to the Unknown Sailor, erected in 1960 in memory of Soviet
sailors killed defending the city against the Nazis. In design, it is less
offensive than most Soviet military monuments. As Cassity suggests, the obelisk to an outsider might commemorate any of "numberless" crimes in Ukraine. Theodore Dalrymple recently visited
Highgate Cemetery in London, the final resting place of Karl Marx, and viewed
the philosopher’s tacky tomb:
“There is
something totalitarian about Marx’s tomb (for which, of course, he can’t be blamed
himself). The bust atop the tomb is inappropriately gigantic, suggesting that
his thought brings out the grandiose in his admirers and followers, combined
with bad taste and lack of aesthetic tact. A smaller bust would have done Marx
more honor, but this is not a thought that incipient or frustrated
totalitarians would entertain. No wonder that communist monuments were huge
without grandeur.”
[Casssity’s
poem is collected in The Destructive
Element: New and Selected Poems (Ohio University Press, 1998).]
From someone who was not a fan of poetry, evidently: "Poetry has no particular importance. Every man ought to compose his own poetry - in the morning, while he is shaving." - H. G. Wells (1866-1946)
ReplyDeleteFrom an entry in Siegfried Sassoon's diary, March 22, 1922, a hundred years ago yesterday.