Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Lucretia, the Last

"We are to use our reason in the examination of everything; it is our duty to do this; even in the matter of faith and of worship, we are to look at and reason on these things properly. It was the complaint formerly: 'My people do not consider,' and they were said to be worse than the stupid ox: 'The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib, but Israel doth not know, my people do not consider.' We need to reason and to consider, and to have all our faculties called into action, and not to take upon trust that which we hear, even from the pulpits or galleries. That which is the production of one generation, and adapted to their wants, may not be needed or suited to another. We must look for truth and love it, for it is from the eternal source of light; let truth ever be our guide, and let us remember that 'God is ever the teacher of his people Himself.'

Let us ever be willing to treat one another kindly, though we may differ from each other; and though we may not be prepared to receive some ideas which may be presented, let us always endeavor to strengthen one another to do that which is regarded as right. The ability is often far beyond ourselves. Surely that which has been effected in our country in regard to slavery has been so much higher than the most ardent abolitionist has hoped for, that there is enough to encourage all those who went forth weeping, scattering the seeds of truth, justice, and mercy before the people. When there is a proper reverence for truth, we shall see that there is enough to inspire a spirit of praise and gratitude, even though it may not be on the bended knee in the assemblies of the people, but in the closet, as Jesus wisely recommended in his day." (On the occasion of her 76th birthday, 1869)

Thursday, August 03, 2006

The Quietist

The crux of Fanny Howe’s poetry is desire– a desire for justice, equality, and transcendence. In this light, Howe’s poetry may be seen as the modern inception of a medieval poetic and philosophical tradition in which Eros is an agent of inspiration that drives the poet and the poem deeper into metaphysical contemplations. (Howe herself suggests such a connection to this medieval tradition in the title of her book The Quietist...) Not that Howe’s poetry is purely "metaphysical" in nature and thereby overlooks the significant element of social critique– Eros also must be understood as the embodiment of sexual love. As such, love– as a gift from the gods and the testament of divine transcendence– brings an individual into the immediacy of social relations and into the implicit social demands that are part and parcel of human existence.
The Quietist is an extension of Howe’s desire for justice, social equality, and love...meditat[ing] upon the metaphysical aspects of existence manifest in the relationship of spirit and divine transcendence. The Quietist, in other words, is a longing for unmediated transcendence, which Howe foregrounds in the title of the book. In the essay "Weil Over Void," Howe discusses in detail the Quietists, who were a Gnostic religious cult which adhered to the principles of poverty and silence:
The Quietists had a practice of lying utterly still and waiting to
discover what words rose from the void in their consciousness,
without an exertion of will. Like those who speak in tongues, they experiences ravings and messages from the deep. They were mystics
and anarchists. And in some cases they were poets.

The appeal of the Quietists for Howe is obvious: silence yields a stream of language that uncurls from the deep; and a relentless will and desire for transcendence as language brings the poem into being, as in the opening of The Quietist :

She saw four ways around the refuge.
Doves leading– each white & practical. A bit of gravel and
Shoes on the grass for foreign service.

The whole position was as if parked.
Statues smoked from leaves.
Little script on them. Words made voices
In their terminal search for content.–
For what’s contingent on the reason

For being in the world.

Less words, more sound.
Less nature, more words.

Opening unto itself, words and voices arise out of the deep– "words made voices"– and announce a search for content, which is the poem itself. The poem is the vehicle for and the manifestation of divine desire, within which the poem ebbs and flows. In its speaking, the poem affirms the possibilities of transcendence, and by doing so, hope is reclaimed and brought within the grasp of the human.
The force of desire in Howe’s poetry is manifest as the search for divinity as well as for hope, justice and love. As Howe’s poems remind us, the transcendent, love, and hope can be found in the world that surrounds us. Moreover, love manifests justice. In this regard, Howe’s poems are gifts of love that she offers to us so that we too may not "misinterpret the entire network of the earth" and lose sight of the implicit responsibilities of our own humanity.
–David W. Clippinger

Fanny Howe’s writing is a form of active, attentive waiting. Rather than forcing meaning, her scrupulous vigil opens a clearing in which spirit announces and enunciates itself. Not vaporous metaphysics, but process and struggle which lead to grace– "pure equilibrium amounting to enough."
–Elaine Equi

The miraculous and the quotidian share similar phrases in these poems. Fanny Howe writes with the conviction that in order for the Word to be revealed it must first be a word, one fired in the crucible of social action and tenuous intimacies. She is preparing, through writing, for the arrival of a spirit greater than ourselves because inconceivable as ourselves.
Michael Davidson