got more yesterday
than anybody we need some
kind of tomorrow
Toni Morrison writes in her book, Beloved, “Sethe,” he says, “‘me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow.”
He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. “You your best thing, Sethe. You are.” His holding fingers are holding hers.
The very next passage in the book is:
There is a loneliness that can be rocked.
Arms crossed, knees drawn up; holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smooths and contains the rocker.
It’s an inside kind – wrapped tight like skin.
Then there is a loneliness that roams.
No rocking can hold it down.
It is alive, on its own.
A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one’s own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.
It is difficult to try and say anything based on the the book Beloved that does not from me, seem trivialize the writing of Ms. Morrison.
I mean to try and put myself in a place where anything I write should even be allowed on the same page as Ms. Morrison is a tremendous amount of cheek.
Mr. Hemingway writes something along the lines that if you can write about a something in a way that it becomes part of the consciousness of the reader, then you are, indeed, a writer.
By that standard, Ms. Morrison is indeed a writer, understanding that it is me applying Mr. Hemingway’s standard as I have no standing to make such a statement.
Using Mr. Hemingway’s standard, I put it out there that no one, NO ONE, could read Beloved and not be changed somehow.
I don’t know who could read this book and not have the scenes become part of their consciousness.
Seemingly a life changing book.
But the book was written back in 1988 and life goes on.
The discussion in Wikipedia states: To heal and humanize, one must constitute it in a language, reorganize the painful events, and retell the painful memories.
Who among us does not have their own yesterdays.
Yesterdays, when examined or remembered, are filled just as much with all the events and emotions and trials as Ms. Morrison chronicles in Beloved.
Wikipedia also states: Morrison may be emphasizing that heroism is defined not by supernatural powers or acts of unparalleled valor, but by the courageous intent to overcome the assertive preconceptions of society in order to ensure the greater good and positively influence on others in the process.
The courageous intent to overcome the assertive preconceptions of society in order to ensure the greater good.
We, all of us, are hero’s, as well deal with our own stories.
The next passage in the book is:
Everybody knew what she was called, but nobody anywhere knew her name.
Disremembered and unaccounted for, she cannot be lost because no one is looking for her, and even if they were, how can they call her if they don’t know her name?
Although she has claim, she is not claimed.
Who is she?
She is all of us.
As Ms. Morrison writes, maybe It was not a story to pass on.