Medieval History
Mac has turned on the Les Baxter, which is what's on when we're Really Grading, but I'm still not ready to take the plunge. Iris sleeps peacefully upstairs, buoyed by friends' warmth and good ideas for whiling away the hours. So I will let Les lushly coat the room in his languid exotica (with the occasional titillating xylophone note) and think on the evening instead (grading tomorrow, I promise, seniors!). Whenever I teach the art history senior seminar, I like to have the students over for dinner for a menu designed according to their thesis topics. Since they get to choose their own topics, the mix can be eclectic - but see what you think. Tonight we had...
I have a deeper appreciation of the idea of "respite" these days. Aside from being (of course) a medieval word whose first use is recorded by the OED in the 13th century, it has roots (probably) in the Latin "respectus" - to look back. So respite isn't escape, it isn't forgetting what's happening, or what's troubling us - it's looking back and somehow in doing so, gaining that ephemeral rest or relief. The question is, how far are you looking back when you're in respite? to before the mayhem? to the mayhem itself but from afar? In this rush to the finish of the end of the semester, this respite was most welcome. The students wanted to know much more about Kalamazoo than I could post, so of course I sent them to In the Middle, fount of All Happenings Medieval. I now see that one of today's posts holds humbling words for these words and smile to think of what we talked about at dinner. Which was Jeffrey Cohen's "radical project to humanize everything." These were my words (his are better and go, go read them). What if the act of holding a stone was not just a human act, but a humane one? (and here I should specify that by "humanize" I don't mean anthropomorphize) What if a Breton scientist listening to a stone with a stethoscope was neither poetry nor madness but an act of interpretation based on understanding gained from intimacy in working with rocks for an entire career? I shouldn't be asking these as rhetorical questions because they're not. They constitute what I increasingly come to see as the political mission of the humanities - to create/provoke acts of interpretation within discourses that have been relegated to the natural or the established. This, to me, is the core of social change, and the provocative possibilities I see in Jeffrey's work. Of course stones are inanimate, one says. And yet perspective and interpretation invite you to think differently. Of course women can't work outside the home. And yet... Of course gay people can't get married. And yet... Something nags at me that I am being too literal and pragmatic and prosaic in my approach to these ideas, that I am losing their radicality for thinking beyond the immediate political and social needs, all the while that those are there. I may be pushed to make these claims for this kind of thinking because I teach at a small liberal arts college where a) we are not in competition for big grants from the institution because there aren't any and so, really, interpretive models are the main thing you have to share, and b) you can witness students changing their minds pretty radically even on pragmatic issues. With enough respite we could have both the pragmatic gains and the ideas beyond pragmatism - those just at the beginning of articulation. Well, Les Baxter's "Harem Silks from Bombay" is prompting some much needed irony, so I'd best stop here and go bed down with Iris for the night.
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Medieval History
Oh, the humanities!
White Russians (in honor of a paper on the Moscow Metro)
Shrimp Cocktail (...Las Vegas architecture)
Caesar Salad (... the video game, Dante's Inferno - one anachronism meets another!)
Caesar Salad (... the video game, Dante's Inferno - one anachronism meets another!)
Ribs (...Saint Louis - bones o' the crusaders!)
British Baked Beans (...Damien Hirst - the alternatives were too ghastly)
Apple Pie (...Lilith)
Sachertorte (...Klimt's Adele Bloch-Bauer)
I have a deeper appreciation of the idea of "respite" these days. Aside from being (of course) a medieval word whose first use is recorded by the OED in the 13th century, it has roots (probably) in the Latin "respectus" - to look back. So respite isn't escape, it isn't forgetting what's happening, or what's troubling us - it's looking back and somehow in doing so, gaining that ephemeral rest or relief. The question is, how far are you looking back when you're in respite? to before the mayhem? to the mayhem itself but from afar? In this rush to the finish of the end of the semester, this respite was most welcome. The students wanted to know much more about Kalamazoo than I could post, so of course I sent them to In the Middle, fount of All Happenings Medieval. I now see that one of today's posts holds humbling words for these words and smile to think of what we talked about at dinner. Which was Jeffrey Cohen's "radical project to humanize everything." These were my words (his are better and go, go read them). What if the act of holding a stone was not just a human act, but a humane one? (and here I should specify that by "humanize" I don't mean anthropomorphize) What if a Breton scientist listening to a stone with a stethoscope was neither poetry nor madness but an act of interpretation based on understanding gained from intimacy in working with rocks for an entire career? I shouldn't be asking these as rhetorical questions because they're not. They constitute what I increasingly come to see as the political mission of the humanities - to create/provoke acts of interpretation within discourses that have been relegated to the natural or the established. This, to me, is the core of social change, and the provocative possibilities I see in Jeffrey's work. Of course stones are inanimate, one says. And yet perspective and interpretation invite you to think differently. Of course women can't work outside the home. And yet... Of course gay people can't get married. And yet... Something nags at me that I am being too literal and pragmatic and prosaic in my approach to these ideas, that I am losing their radicality for thinking beyond the immediate political and social needs, all the while that those are there. I may be pushed to make these claims for this kind of thinking because I teach at a small liberal arts college where a) we are not in competition for big grants from the institution because there aren't any and so, really, interpretive models are the main thing you have to share, and b) you can witness students changing their minds pretty radically even on pragmatic issues. With enough respite we could have both the pragmatic gains and the ideas beyond pragmatism - those just at the beginning of articulation. Well, Les Baxter's "Harem Silks from Bombay" is prompting some much needed irony, so I'd best stop here and go bed down with Iris for the night.
- Writing In Good Company
Le LunchThere's been a lot of writing lately, all in the name of a proposal, which is a particular kind of writing filled with hope and itchy dread and ambition and self-doubt and, at the core of it somehow, this deep desire to write more. The INHA...
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Here are things I'd rather not let slip away; things to savor. Inspired by the mid-term elections, Iris ran an election at our house between myself and Mac. Mac won 2-1, with the girls as a voting block (gotta get a better campaign ad) - and...
- Pilgrim's Progress
St. Aemilion. 1060, ivory. The Met.I've struggled with this before and will again: was there an operative concept of social progress in the Middle Ages? with its necessary preconditions that there are grave injustices that need to be righted?...
- Transcendental Medication
Anybody have any? Transcendental medication, that is. Coffee with a dear friend produced that phrase (by accident) this afternoon, and I'm sticking with it. Miss I's Princess Cupcakes might be the closest thing to transcendental medication...
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Apologies for the lack of posts since June 24. Something fried in the Medieval Mayhem side of my brain and I forgot my password for many days. I also temporarily misplaced the notebook where I had the password written down. I am back...