Typed manuscript with corrections made by hand. Cornelia Penfield was the author of two published works of detective fiction, both of which have recently been reviewed on this blog: The Internet is wonderful.
A yard she hadde, enclosed al aboute With stikkes, and a drye ditch with-oute. He is unabashed and unafraid. He will always get close up to his object--an old man's chin-- With thikke bristles of his berde unsofte, Lyk to the skin of houndfish, sharp as brere; or an old man's neck-- The slakke skin aboute his nekke shaketh Whyl that he sang; and he will tell you what his characters wore, how they looked, what they ate and drank, as if poetry could handle the common facts of this very moment of Tuesday, the sixteenth day of April,without dirtying her hands.
If he withdraws to the time of the Greeks or the Romans, it is only that his story leads him there. He has no desire to wrap himself round in antiquity, to take refuge in age, or to shirk the associations of common grocer's English.
Therefore when we say that we know the end of the journey, it is hard to quote the particular lines from which we take our knowledge. Chaucer fixed his eyes upon the road before him, not upon the world to come.
He was little given to abstract contemplation. He deprecated, with peculiar archness, any competition with the scholars and divines: The answere of this I lete to divynis, But wel I woot, that in this world grey pyne is. What is this world? What asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in the colde grave Allone, withouten any companye, O cruel goddes, that governe This world with binding of your worde eterne, And wryten in the table of athamaunt Your parlement, and your eterne graunt, What is mankinde more un-to yow holde Than is the sheepe, that rouketh in the folde?
Questions press upon him; he asks them, but he is too true a poet to answer them; he leaves them unsolved, uncramped by the solution of the moment, and thus fresh for the generations that come after him. In his life, too, it would be impossible to write him down a man of this party or of that, a democrat or an aristocrat.
He was a staunch churchman, but he laughed at priests. He was an able public servant and a courtier, but his views upon sexual morality were extremely lax. He sympathised with poverty, but did nothing to improve the lot of the poor. It is safe to say that not a single law has been framed or one stone set upon another because of anything that Chaucer said or wrote; and yet, as we read him, we are absorbing morality at every pore.
For among writers there are two kinds: Wordsworth, Coleridge, and Shelley are among the priests; they give us text after text to be hung upon the wall, saying after saying to be laid upon the heart like an amulet against disaster-- Farewell, farewell, the heart that lives alone He prayeth best that loveth best All things both great and small --such lines of exhortation and command spring to memory instantly.
But Chaucer lets us go our ways doing the ordinary things with the ordinary people. His morality lies in the way men and women behave to each other.
We see them eating, drinking, laughing, and making love, and come to feel without a word being said what their standards are and so are steeped through and through with their morality. There can be no more forcible preaching than this where all actions and passions are represented, and instead of being solemnly exhorted we are left to stray and stare and make out a meaning for ourselves.
It is the morality of ordinary intercourse, the morality of the novel, which parents and librarians rightly judge to be far more persuasive than the morality of poetry.
And so, when we shut Chaucer, we feel that without a word being said the criticism is complete; what we are saying, thinking, reading, doing, has been commented upon.
Nor are we left merely with the sense, powerful though that is, of having been in good company and got used to the ways of good society. For as we have jogged through the real, the unadorned country-side, with first one good fellow cracking his joke or singing his song and then another, we know that though this world resembles, it is not in fact our daily world.
It is the world of poetry.So if you have any old boxes of magazines, leaflets or other ephemera get in touch with them. Spain, Greece, Japan and other maritime countries, Allan Sekula's epic video essay The Lottery of the Sea () reflects on globalization and the sea.
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