some page of figures filed away — till elevators drop us from our day ..
9-11 Day 2024.
Adapted from an excerpt in the poem, “The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge” by Hart Crane as reprinted in The Complete poems of Hart Crane, Doubleday & Company, Garden City, NY, 1933.
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of tumult, building high Over the chained bay waters Liberty—
Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes As apparitional as sails that cross Some page of figures to be filed away; —Till elevators drop us from our day …
I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene Never disclosed, but hastened to again, Foretold to other eyes on the same screen;
I kinda feel bad I kinda feel good there are other fans who feel worse
The last time the University of Michigan football team lost a game was back in 2022.
Until yesterday.
They lost and lost badly to the University of Texas at Austin.
The lost so badly that I felt bad – not bad bad, but downish in a goofy for what it’s all about way, bad.
Back when I was in college one of my roommates was from Ann Arbor and his folks would invite us over to their house for lunch and watch the game on Saturdays when Michigan had an away game.
After a game that saw Michigan lose to Illinois, my roommate’s Mom looked out the window and said that now she wouldn’t be able to read the Sunday Morning papers because they would all, somehow, work the score of the game into any story.
She also said she wasn’t looking forward to church as she knew their Pastor would work the score into his sermon.
She hated losing.
She wasn’t particularly fond of people who ‘lost games’ for Michigan.
I remember watching a game at their house once and Michigan was lining up for a field goal attempt and I said, “I wonder what Bryan Virgil is doing now?”
Mr. Virgil had had a fairly good multi year career for Michigan as a placekicker, except for having a game winning attempt against Notre Dame blocked back in 1979.
There were those who point out that a Notre Dame player jumped up on someone’s back to block the kick (a move that resulted in a new rule the next year) and there were those who claimed Mr. Virgil took too long to get the kick off.
When I wondered out loud what Mr. Virgil was now doing, my roommate’s Mom fired back, “I don’t know, but what ever it is, he is taking 5 steps to do it.”
When Michigan lost yesterday I thought of my roommates Mom.
I thought I don’t want to watch any more football today.
I don’t want to read the papers tomorrow.
And I know that in Church, even here in the low country of South Carolina, where the Pastor is actually a Michigan Fan (a west Michigan native), I will most likely hear about the game from the pulpit.
I puttered around most of the rest of Saturday afternoon.
My wife and I went out to investigate a new used bookstore we had heard about and picked up 4 novels from the Four-for-a-Dollar bin.
We call these beach books as I am reluctant to bring my devices to the beach.
Also I find it refreshing for my eyes to read a printed novel from time to time.
Back home, being Saturday and my day in the kitchen, still feeling a bit blue, I got the out tools and ingredients for the evening hamburgers and fries.
I then turned on the TV.
And I heard, “It’s a stunning loss for Notre Dame and a stunning victory for NIU!”
And I smiled.
I laughed out loud.
I felt good.
Sure Michigan lost to a top 5 team.
But ND was a top 5 team and lost.
Lost to a team from the Mid American Conference.
Not a slam on NIU , just saying.
I felt good that there were football fans who felt worse than I did.
I felt good that Michigan’s loss was not THE college football story for this weekend.
Then for a second, I felt bad.
I felt bad that I felt good that other fans felt worse than I did.
Than I remembered I was thinking about Notre Dame.
quae volumus et credimus libenter – we … believe what we want
Quae volumus, et credimus libenter.
The things we want we are also quick to believe.
The full form of the saying in Caesar is Quae volumus et credimus libenter, et quae sentimus ipsi, reliquos sentire speramus, “The things we want, we are also quick to believe, and what we ourselves perceive, we hope that others feel too.”
So wrote Julius Ceasar in his book, Commentaries on the Civil War.
According to Wikipedia, Commentarii de Bello Civili (Commentaries on the Civil War), or Bellum Civile, is an account written by Julius Caesar of his war against Gnaeus Pompeius and the Roman Senate. It consists of three books covering the events of 49–48 BC, from shortly before Caesar’s invasion of Italy to Pompey’s defeat at the Battle of Pharsalus and flight to Egypt.
50 years or so before Christ plus the 2024 years since.
Almost 2100 years ago.
The things we want we are also quick to believe.
Either Julius Caesar would have fit right in today.
Or our current system of elections would have fit right in, 2100 years ago.
Here is the full except:
Proxima nocte centuriones Marsi duo ex castris Curionis cum manipularibus suis xxil ad AttiumVarum perfugiunt. Hi, sive vere quam habuerantopinionem ad eum perferunt, sive etiam auribus Variserviunt (nam, quae volumus, et credimus libenteret, quae sentimus ipsi, reliquos sentire speramus), confirmant quidem certe totius exercitus animosalienos esse a Curione maximeque opus esse in con-spectum exercitus venire et colloquendi dare facultatem. Qua opinione adductus Varus postero diemane legiones ex castris educit. Facit idem Curio,atque una valle non magna interiecta suas uterquecopias instruit.
In English:
On the following night two Marsic centurions from Curio’s camp, with twenty-two of their men, desert to Attius Varus. Whether they convey to him the opinion that they really held, or whether they only flatter his ears for what we desire we gladly believe, and what we ourselves feel we hope that others feel too at any rate they assure him that the hearts of the whole army are estranged from Curio, and that it is highly necessary that he should come within sight of the army and afford an opportunity of conference. Varus, influenced by this judgment, leads his legions out of camp early the next day. Curio does the same, and each draws up his forces with only one small valley between them.
As you can see, in the Loeb Classic Edition of 1917, it comes out as:
for what we desire we gladly believe, and what we ourselves feel we hope that others feel too …
quae volumus, et credimus libenteret, quae sentimus ipsi, reliquos sentire speramus …
For what we desire we gladly believe.
I don’t want to point to just one candidate in this current election cycle but those words, for what we desire we gladly believe, helps me understand his his following.
boring more than mad … show me a sane person and I’ll cure him for you
In his book, Jung: Man and Myth (Macmillan Pub Co, 1981), Vincent Brome writes:
“It was the explosive person who said one day to his wife, ‘If I get another perfectly normal adult malingering as a sick patient I’ll have him certified!’ And to George Beckwith, his American friend, ‘I’m sometimes driven to the conclusion that boring people need treatment more urgently than mad people.’ Witty on some occasions, he commented to one of his assistants, ‘Show me a sane person and I’ll cure him for you.’”
I am reminded of something Mr. Churchill said along the lines of “There are two types of people in this world. Those who are billed to death. And those who are bored to death.
I was self-appointed surveyor of forest paths keeping them open
For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow storms and rain storms, and did my duty faithfully; surveyor, if not of highways, then of forest paths and all across-lot routes, keeping them open, and ravines bridged and passable at all seasons, where the public heel had testified to their utility.
Sometimes the non conformity is living in the Hilton Head area … but wearing a Tybee Island T Shirt
In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. You will pardon some obscurities, for there are more secrets in my trade than in most men’s, and yet not voluntarily kept, but inseparable from its very nature. I would gladly tell all that I know about it, and never paint “No Admittance” on my gate.
Inspecting my salt marshes and the Broad River, looking towards Parris Island US Marine Corps Recruit Depot
For a long time I was reporter to a journal, of no very wide circulation, whose editor has never yet seen fit to print the bulk of my contributions, and, as is too common with writers, I got only my labor for my pains. However, in this case my pains were their own reward.
Path not taken … maybe – Lemon Island, South Carolina
For eighteen hundred years, though perchance I have no right to say it, the New Testament has been written; yet where is the legislator who has wisdom and practical talent enough to avail himself of the light which it sheds on the science of legislation.
All passages from Walden by Henry David Thoreau (Boston, Ticknor and Fields, 1854).
Wikipedia quotes EB White on Mr. Thoreau, that to write Walden, “Henry went forth to battle when he took to the woods, and Walden is the report of a man torn by two powerful and opposing drives— the desire to enjoy the world and the urge to set the world straight.”
Mr. Thoreau was in his mid 30’s when he went forth to battle.
I am in my mid 60’s and my urge to set the world straight is waning.
My desire to enjoy the world is growing.
That last line I quote from Walden happens to be the very last line of the book.
I can tweak it to read, “For over two thousand years, though perchance I have no right to say it, the New Testament has been written; yet where is the legislator who has wisdom and practical talent enough to avail himself of the light which it sheds on the science of legislation.“
It was Jim Harrison who once wrote along the lines that the United States had passed some 1.5 million laws … trying to enforce the 10 commandments.
It was Mr. Churchill who said in a speech in 1947, “Indeed it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except for all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.”
If Mr. Churchill is correct, BOY HOWDY, but do I feel sorry for all those other countries.
Is it any wonder that I embrace my role as a self-appointed inspector of snow storms and rain storms and reporter for my own journal of small circulation.
However, in this case my pains are their own reward.
PS: Thank you to my wife and co-self-appointed-inspector for the photos of our adventure on Widgeon Point, South Carolina.
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