growing old absurd

today I started to read, for the first time … just a few days short of my 71st birthday … Paul Goodman’s Growing Up Absurd. My immediate reaction was … or you poor naive romantic. But I realized that my comment was directed to my younger self and not to the author.

I don’t, yet, understand the thread of Goodman’s argument but I think I’ll spend the next few weeks trying to follow it. And I suspect that in the process I’ll find a clue to what happened between 1959 and 1980 — when dusk fell on [the United States of] America.

toward a definition

You do not depart from the path even for a minute.
What you depart from is not the path.

The Doctrine of the Mean

To begin, some definitions:

  • commons (n. sense II.7.a, 1583): a piece of open land available to a community and allowing traditional rights such as grazing livestock, collecting wood or turf for fuel, fishing, etc. 
  • commons (n. sense I.2, 1384): the body of citizens or inhabitants of a town or borough; the people of a nation, state, city, etc., considered collectively.
  • common (n.¹, sense 1.c, 1382): the whole body of people of a country, state, etc.; the community; (occasionally) the state.

Oxford English Dictionary

The first defines the commons as a part of something greater—a piece left over after other parts have been carved out of a greater whole. The second defines the commons as the whole before it was carved into pieces. The third, dropping the ‘s’, firmly grounds the commons in what is—inescapably—shared.

The relationship between part and whole will be a thread running through these explorations.

Why is that important? Because the way that relationship is understood—and misunderstood—has caused much confusion and much of the seemingly irreconcilable conflict that we now struggle with. We need better ways of thinking about the connections between whole and part that are less reductive, more complex, more creative. We need to become more comfortable with—and skilled in—disagreeing. To move past agreeing to disagree.

toward the unknown region

Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow … 
No map there, nor guide …

—Walt Whitman, 1868/1881

The tag-line for this site is taken from the last sentence of Voltaire’s Candide—and pretty much describes what I hope to be doing here. W.H. Auden in his “Voltaire at Ferney” (1938) wrote:

And still all over Europe stood the horrible nurses
Itching to boil their children. Only his verses
Perhaps could stop them: He must go on working. …

I’m not so deluded as to think what I say here is all that—but the point is that everyone needs to go on working, tending the garden that makes life possible. Both the garden and the tending is life. In a similar vein, Confucius is said to have said:

Things have roots and branches; affairs have scopes and beginnings. To know what precedes and what follows, is nearly as good as having a head and feet.

And that is also an answer to the question: What am I doing here? Simply trying to put my thoughts in order as the events of the day threaten to overwhelm me.