Technically we are breaking the rules today. The clip below is no poem by any conventional measure. But if you conceive of a poem as being something that expresses what you can not say with prose, then it follows that the clip below is poetic. Besides, we feel that it goes well with this week’s essay and rant.

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If this clip meant nothing to you, then maybe you should go watch this one instead.

Tatterdemalion is still going on about a Dressaday post that really got under her skin. So as usual, she is leaving no prisoners. We figured that we would alert the world to this fact as a kind of public service warning.

So take heed and don’t annoy The Tatterdemalion or this will be your fate.

This week’s poem of the week is called The Church of Aalder and it was written by J. Dueck. While we are confident that this poem is a worthy piece of work and worth reading, we must protest Mr. Dueck’s inclusion of a foot note. It is just not proper.

As I continue to pick apart the Dressaday post and its comments, I come to another oft-revisited (is that a word?) subject. What do your clothes say about you?
In her post, Erin says:
This way, if I end up sitting next to someone interesting, I don’t have to shout over what my clothes are saying. Last Click Here to continue reading.

Since Andrew and Teague seem to have gone AWOL, I had to look around for a new source of contemporary poetry. So far, not much luck. This poem from the Brooding Dane will have to do for now.

Sometimes I read the Dressaday blog. I say sometimes, because, although there are lots of pictures of unusual dresses, I have discovered I have different tastes than Erin, and so most (not all) of the dresses don’t catch my fancy. But I have to keep checking because (1) when she does post a picture of Click Here to continue reading.

This week’s Poem of the Week is Gerard Manley Hopkins poem “On the Portrait of Two Beautiful Young People“

I know, I know, I owe a post on one of the three subjects that I said I wanted to blog about. And I will have a post on The Economist article on demographics up today or tomorrow (per Mr. Vistesen’s request I decided to do that one first). But Andrew Cusack linked to three u-tube clips that I want to link to on my own site with my own commentary.

Normally I post videos over at The Ethereal Voice. But one of the u-tube clips that Cussack posted has direct relevance to a post I recently wrote on Quebec’s demographics and they are all loosely tied together so I thought I would share them here as well as at the Voice.

This is a clip of the song ‘Dégénération’, by Mes Aïeux (in Québécois French, with English subtitles). According to Cusack this song is wildly popular in Quebec right now. Its relevance to my recent post on Quebec should be obvious and hopefully I don’t need to elaborate on the song for those that have read my post. But one thing I would like to note is the continued references to government jobs in the song. This is no accident. The Government commands an extremely large percentage of GDP in Quebec and it is about the only place to get “good jobs” in Quebec these days.

This next clip is ‘Roots’, by Show of Hands (an English Folk group). It is an angry lament over Britain’s lost culture. The song obviously has something in common with ‘Dégénération’ and musically I actually enjoyed it more. But the primary reason that I am posting this is that I found it interesting how similar the complaint was in these two songs written by people in two different cultures. There seems to be a common despair in the face of modern culture.

It is common for people to dismiss the sentiments expressed in these songs as misguided longing for a golden age that never was. I disagree.

There never was such a thing as a golden age. That I will admit. But modern culture has lost something in the transition to the modern era. We have more material things, but we are losing our social fabric.

I don’t see how anyone can deny that people are not as rooted in their communities as they once were. In fact, the very concept of a community is disappearing. To be a modern person is to be a rootless person. You are not tied to your brothers, cousins, or neighbors. You are free, but you are also rootless.

For some, like the blogger over at Free Exchange, this is a price worth paying. But for others, like Mes Aieux and Show of Hands, this is something to be lamented.

Needless to say, I have more sympathy for the likes of Mes Aieux and Show of Hands then I do for Free Exchange’s view point. But like all things human, a longing for community and the struggle to maintain it can be an ugly thing. That is what Cusack’s clip of the ‘De La Rey’, by Bok van Blerk (in Afrikaans, with English subtitles) reminds me of.

Now this song skillfully plays on the sadness of what happened to the Boer woman and children and the braveness of the Boer fighters. Yet I can’t help but remember all the peoples that that the Boers destroyed and all the African villages that the Boers burnt to the ground. And I think that it is fitting that such great devotees of the Old Testament as the Boers should receive an Old Testament punishment for their crimes (and eye for an eye…).

For me, the Boers are a prime example of how a people can deify their sense of community. The Boers had this conception of themselves as a holy people chosen by God which meant that they saw no difference between their desires as a community and the desires of God. For them, the two were one and the same. Like the deification of anything else human, this lead to horrible things. There is no restraint on a society that considers its desires the desires of God.

The Boers are not alone in that failing, and I don’t mean to single them out. It is just that the song ‘De La Rey’ calls to my mind the dangers of venerating your own community and the messianic desires that often accompany that veneration.

But in remembering this danger, we should not forget that man cannot live by bread alone. A society based solely on economic transactions will soon cease to exist. The question is: what is the proper way to fill this human need for community without creating some kind of pagan nationalistic god?

Good poetry can be prophecy. A poet can capture what he does not know and foretell the future better then any pundit. One good example of poetry as prophecy would be William Butler Yeats’ famous poem “THE SECOND COMING.” When you think about when this poem was written and what happened in the two decades after it was written, it is hard to escape the feeling that you are reading a scarily accurate work of prophecy.

The sad part is that William Yeats welcomed the coming of the beast.

I have had occasion to think about this poem along with King Lear and the current intergenerational problems that I perceive to be coming.