Wednesday, 27 October 2021

President Kennedy's Speech on Poetry and Art at Amherst (1963)


John Kennedy 

In 1963, Kennedy was invited to Amherst College to give talk honouring Robert Frost who had recently died. These are excerpts from  his speech, which can be heard in full here  

Strength takes many forms, and the most obvious forms are not always the most significant. The men who create power make an indispensable contribution to the Nation’s greatness, but the men who question power make a contribution just as indispensable, especially when that questioning is disinterested, for they determine whether we use power or power uses us.

Robert Frost coupled poetry and power, for he saw poetry as the means of saving power from itself. When power leads men towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. For art establishes the basic human truth which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment. 

The artist, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an intrusive society and an officious state… In pursuing his perceptions of reality, he must often sail against the currents of his time. This is not a popular role…

If sometimes our great artists have been the most critical of our society, it is because their sensitivity and their concern for justice, which must motivate any true artist, makes him aware that our Nation falls short of its highest potential. I see little of more importance to the future of our country and our civilization than full recognition of the place of the artist. 

If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him. We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth… In free society art is not a weapon and it does not belong to the spheres of polemic and ideology. Artists are not engineers of the soul. It may be different elsewhere. But democratic society — in it, the highest duty of the writer, the composer, the artist is to remain true to himself and to let the chips fall where they may. In serving his vision of the truth, the artist best serves his nation. And the nation which disdains the mission of art invites the fate of Robert Frost’s hired man, the fate of having “nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.”

We take great comfort in our nuclear stockpiles, our gross national product, our scientific and technological achievement, our industrial might — and, up to a point, we are right to do so. But physical power by itself solves no problems and secures no victories. What counts is the way power is used — whether with swagger and contempt, or with prudence, discipline and magnanimity. What counts is the purpose for which power is used — whether for aggrandizement or for liberation. “It is excellent,” Shakespeare said, “to have a giant’s strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.”

Tuesday, 19 October 2021

Stockbridge In the Age of the Coronavirus - the DL's Visit October 2021

On 8th October 2021 the Deputy Lieutenant of Hampshire, Andrew Kent, came to Stockbridge to thank all those who had played a significant part in helping the community during the lockdowns caused by the pandemic. Much of the organisation had been carried out by Chantal Halle.

He visited Stockbridge Primary School, where the use of the kitchens was offered by the head Emma Jefferies, and free lunches were cooked by the school chef, Shawn and delivered to vulnerable residents.

The Deputy Lieutenant, Andrew Kent, talking to the pupils of Stockbridge Primary School. The chef, Shaun, can be seen standing in the background. 



Beccy's the greengrocer had stayed open throughout, with being purchases collected by the staff so that customers could remain outside. 

The DL thanking Beccy

The Co-Op had offered free baked goods. and John Robinson's and Thyme & Tides had supplied low-cost meals, as had Prego.

Vishnu and Tom from the Co-Op being thanked by the DL


The DL thanking Robinson's 


The DL thanking Thyme & Tides 




The DL thanking Prego, accompanied by Alex Edwards, the chairman of the Parish Council 




After his perambulation, the DL was given tea in the Scout Hut. 


 


  







Thursday, 7 October 2021

The Church Closers' Charter and Other Attacks on the CofE Churches

Following the closure of all C of E churches (ie not Catholic ones) in March 2020 because of the pandemic, many people became very disillusioned and particularly with the church hierarchy. Not only was the complete closure of churches for so long thought unnecessary, but noone seemed either to be in charge or supporting the immense mount of pastoral work that was being done as a consequence of the lockdowns. Furthermore, it seemed that the long-running battle to stop the church from abandoning the traditional rural parishes in favour of evangelical city churches was being lost..  

The issues were well aired by Giles Fraser in a piece in UnHerd in July 2021 'The Church is Abandoning its Flock.'  

Since then, further sinister moves have been made, more particularly with the publication of a 'Consultation on 'A Mission Revision' Paper GS2222'. This seemingly innocuous piece of bureaucracy could further strip the rural parishes of their churches and vicarages. This document has been analysed by Emma Thompson in the Spectator in September 2021 in an article that names GS2222 'The Church Closers' Charter'. 

Many objections to the 'charter' have been raised and below is one that captures the points that most of us would make.     

 
  1. This consultation has to be seen in the context of a widescale (universal?) belief that our beloved Church currently, and patently, lacks meaningful leadership and a coherent message for our own congregations, let alone the general populace. During the recent Covid crisis, our Church performed very badly and deeply upset many hitherto committed Christians. Sadly it mirrors the labour Party in being out of touch with its own supporters
 
  1. Recent reorganisations of rural parishes have reduced the number of clergy (while not reducing the Parish Share!) to the point of ineffectiveness. The C of E seems determined to continue down this process gradual decline. The focus on inner cities and church plantations is welcome and commendable but should not be at the expense of traditional rural parishes, which remain the heartland of the Anglican Church and the financial ‘bread-basket’ of the dioceses. At the moment, It is all so negative and defeatist. As a previous Diocesan Chairman of Finance, I have absolutely no doubt that most parishes are capable of producing significantly increased with better fundraising and determined leadership. This in turn would fund a new breed of more able and enthusiastic clergy and reset the Church on an upward spiral of growth, which our country as a whole desperately needs.
 
  1. My fundamental objection to GS2222 is that  these proposals are designed to facilitate the process of decline and, if implemented, a further, and possible fatal collapse, will be precipitated. Your rural congregations cry out for positive leadership and the vision of an expanding church and not one in perpetual and terminal decline.

No satisfactory response has been received to these points.


Wednesday, 29 September 2021

Europa and Zeus at Old Swan House

 


This plaster cast from a display at the British Museum has recently been installed at Old Swan House. 

It has given rise to a discussion on what scene was being depicted. My local classical scholar thinks that it most probably depicts the myth of the Rape of Europa, in which Zeus disguises himself as a bull and carries Europa off to Crete, where she gives birth to the Minotaur among others. This scene must be early in the story as Europa seems unwisely to be treating the bull as a pet. Soon afterwards, he persuades Europa to climb onto his back, whereupon he swims with her off to Crete. 

See a painting of the myth, Titian at the National Gallery - Love, Desire, Death.  

 


Saturday, 18 September 2021

Winchester Cathedral Flower Festival 2021


The Jane Austen display

The Flower Festival has been held again in  Winchester Cathedral's after the loss of 2020 and it was spectacular and beautiful as ever. Special mention should be made of the design of the Jane Austen arrangement with its soft colours; some dislays used colours that were too harsh against the grey stones.


Part of the Jane Austen display 

   



Saturday, 4 September 2021

The Garden in August 2021

 August was not a good month in the garden, apart from the grass which was near perfect after weeks of rain and little sun. 


The lawn seen though one of Alan Titchmarsh's planters




The 'money shot' when the sun was out.


The chaise longue in the long grass; it will never move again












The grass garden at evening 


A Long Indian Summer - by Rolls Across India

 




 




Monday, 16 August 2021

Favourite Poems - The Second Coming - WB Yeats

 The Second Coming

Both sections, in their complex ambiguity, seem so relevant today, as the Taliban move towards Kabul.  What a mess.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


WB Yeats 

Thursday, 12 August 2021

Things Anti-Vaxxers Told Me This Week

This is extraordinary, but goes to explain how some people think. Fortunately no one that I know!


Rules don’t work, so we shouldn’t have them.

Some anti-vaxxers have said they’re not following health guidelines simply because it’s being forced on them. The same goes for masks and social distancing. They say putting mandates in place hasn’t stopped the virus from spreading, because people don’t follow the rules.

Everyone’s responsible for their own health.

Anti-vaxxers still believe the coronavirus targets unhealthy people, especially the ones who don’t take care of themselves. So if you exercise and eat healthy, then you have nothing to worry about.

Nobody can prove anything.

Some anti-vaxxers have said there’s no way to gather any definitive information on the coronavirus, so there’s no point in having debates. There’s no definitive proof that mRNA vaccines are safe. There’s no definitive proof that the coronavirus infects healthy people and kids.

If it’s not happening to you, it doesn’t matter.

Anti-vaxxers put their own choices above everything else.

All information is subjective.

There’s a reason why the information you share with anti-vaxxers doesn’t persuade them. They didn’t budge on masking or social-distancing either. It’s because that’s just your opinion.

Everyone has a right to a bad opinion.

Anti-vaxxers have told me they’re taking a principled stand on their own individual rights and personal freedoms.


Existing By Your Presence Alone - Anais Nin


              The Distant city - the view from the Mermaid bar on the Gold Coast, Australia  

I spend a great deal off my time recording life as it flies (see the strap line of this Journal) and sometimes wonder if my delight in so doing interferes with my actual enjoyment and immersion in the present. To Anais Nin, there was no doubt, and here she presciently skewers those who move though life endlessly seeking to preserve the experience

I am lying on a hammock, on the terrace of my room at the Hotel Mirador, the diary open on my knees, the sun shining on the diary, and I have no desire to write. The sun, the leaves, the shade, the warmth, are so alive that they lull the senses, calm the imagination. This is perfection. There is no need to portray, to preserve. It is eternal, it overwhelms you, it is complete.Here in Mexico they see only the present. This communion of eyes and smiles is elating. In New York people seem intent on not seeing each other. Only children look with such unashamed curiosity. Poor white man, wandering and lost in his proud possession of a dimension in which bodies become invisible to the naked eye, as if staring were an immodest act. Here I feel incarnated and in full possession of my own body.

To me Acapulco is the detoxicating cure for all the evils of the city: ambition, vanity, quest for success in money, the continuous contagious presence of power-driven, obsessed individuals who want to become known, to be in the limelight, noticed, as if life among millions gave you a desperate illness, a need of rising above the crowd, being noticed, existing individually, singled out from a mass of ants and sheep. Here, all this is nonsense. You exist by your smile and your presence. You exist for your joys and your relaxations. You exist in nature. You are part of the glittering sea, and part of the luscious, well-nourished plants, you are wedded to the sun, you are immersed in timelessness, only the present counts, and from the present you extract all the essences which can nourish the senses, and so the nerves are still, the mind is quiet, the nights are lullabies, the days are like gentle ovens in which infinitely wise sculptor’s hands re-form the lost contours, the lost sensations of the body… As you swim, you are washed of all the excrescences of so-called civilization, which includes the incapacity to be happy under any circumstances.

The Diary of Anais Nin Volume.5

The Dazzling Fluidity of Days - Freya Stark

The Dazzling Fluidity of Days - Photography