IT’S MY BLOG SO F*** YOU AND THE MOTHERF***IN’ HORSE YOU RODE IN ON
I grew up with a tremendous respect for language and its utility for both function and beauty. Both of my parents were voracious readers whose tastes were grounded in the classics of western civilization, running the gamut from the Greeks to Studs Terkel. (Note: Anyone who doesn’t think Mr. Terkel is a master of language and idiom should read either Hard Times: An Oral History of the Great Depression or Terkel’s heartfelt anti-war screed Hope Dies Last which I do not agree with one iota politically but is a beautifully written book nonetheless).
My father in particular, loved poetry especially romantics like Emily Dickinson. If there is one thing about poets from that era I’ve always admired, it was the way they used the natural rhythms of the spoken word to draw pictures of ideas and emotions. Poetry in the 19th century was written largely to be read aloud. Hence, we have classics like Longfellow’s Midnight Ride of Paul Revere where you can hear the pounding hoof beats of the horse in the rhyme and meter of the language:
A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
I suppose all of this makes me something of an ethno-centric elitist. Ask me if I care. No one will be able to convince me that the English language in the hands of a master like Longfellow is anything but a thing of beauty, something to be loved and cherished forever. It is perhaps an outmoded concept that children should learn, memorize, and recite classic verse in that it gives them a confidence with language that many young people lack today. One need only listen to an interview with a typical 18 or 19 year old on MTV to be shocked by their inability to express themselves. And while it’s unlikely that the language skills of today’s youngsters has been anything but nominally affected by de-emphasizing the study of classic verse in high school, it nevertheless is indicative of a lack of concern regarding verbal and written communication skills among educators in general.
What brought on these reflections regarding poetry and language were two separate blog posts; one by the eclectic and enjoyable group of bloggers at Maggie’s Farm who, in addition to highlighting a “Bird of the Week” and writing of their experiences on a rural New England farm, also regularly post poetry on the site. No commentary or analysis; just good verse from excellent poets. Their most recent poetry post was Kipling’s “Tomlinson” which tells the story of a working class man confronting his life and mortality, told in Kipling’s inimitable style of plain, rollicking language and precise meter:
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square
And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair
A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away,
Till he heard as the roar of a rain-fed ford the roar of the Milky Way:
Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease,
And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys.
“Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high
The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die
The good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so lone!”
And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed bone.
“O I have a friend on earth,” he said, “that was my priest and guide,
And well would he answer all for me if he were by my side.”
The other blog post that started me thinking in this direction was an interesting piece from Jesse Taylor, proprietor of the center-left blog Pandagon. Taylor’s impassioned “In Defense of Cursing” echoes many of my own ideas about the proprietary nature of blogs and being able to publish whatever one pleases. In particular, Taylor takes on those who object to his use of language when he tries to refute what he sees as the idiocy of rightwing “nutjobbers:”
Why do I curse? One, because it’s my site. In my work for Jerry, in my work for eVote way back when, in any non-Pandagon work I do in the future, if the person writing my checks asks me not to curse, then I will not. But this is my site, which I pay for, on which I write what I want. More importantly, if you track my cursing, you’ll notice I often go several points without uttering anything stronger than “crap”. I have rules for this s**t, you know.
Now Taylor and I wouldn’t agree on what time the sun rises much less anything politically. And I find his hysterical rants against imagined conservative sins to be laughably shallow and desperately juvenile, full of the typical paranoia and hyper-exaggeration that passes for “analysis” on lefty blogs these days.
But when it comes to the scatological use of language, Taylor has few equals. My own past efforts in this regard degenerated into incoherence which is why I don’t try to use cursing to express myself anymore. I just don’t have the knack.
But in many ways, Taylor and I are two sides of the same mirror. He and I share a passion for politics as well as the driving necessity to use language in order to move, to provoke, to chastise (as opposed to simply criticize), to enlighten, and to poke fun at the opposition. For Taylor, the judicious use of obscenity is a calculated effort to shock his readers’ sensibilities and force them to confront language he sees as either imprecise or downright misleading:
For some reason, “You’re a f**king racist idiot” is a more offensive statement than “black people have less native intelligence than other races, and embrace poverty accordingly”. Even worse is the “the major goddamn drain on the budget is the tax cuts, as the federal budget has shown every f**king year since 2002″, which simply blows “the tax cuts have increased revenue, because that’s the power of fiscal conservatism” out of the water. A lie, an insult, a grossly racist imputation is afforded legitimacy because it’s said nicely.
Obviously, I believe Taylor is exaggerating the intent and dissembling the facts of the two statements he chose to highlight. But for his purposes, the obscenities served him well. Which brings me to my final point; does such language contribute positively to political discourse? Does it matter?
The short answer to both questions is no. It’s his blog and he can swear if he wants to. And as for political discourse, I’m sure Mr. Taylor would agree that neither he nor I are interested converting anyone. Polemicists are mostly about expressing their own opinion in as controversial and disputatious manner as possible and may the devil take moderation.
Even many conservative friends have taken me to task for being unyielding in this regard. “Can’t we all just get along” is a fine sentiment but hardly germane to politics as it is practiced today. Yes there are times when I bow to reason and logic to agree with Democrats and the left. But on The Really Big Issues of war and peace, the destruction of our culture versus the preservation of many of our values, and the best way to promote freedom and democracy at home and abroad, I stand as a man of the right and damn those who oppose me.
