Monday, 14 November 2022

Peter Gebhardt remembers Seamus Heaney

Today I was checking some files. Under ‘2013’ I uncovered this set of memories read by Peter Gebhardt (1936-2017) at the Carmelite Library during one of his talks about the Irish poet Seamus Heaney (1939-2013). To my surprise, I find it had never been posted on the blog. Until now.

 


You are lucky in life if you can meet someone who is both great and good. Seamus Heaney was such a man. 

In 1978/79 I had study leave and decided to go back to Harvard Graduate School of Education. (I had been there in 1963/64), to undertake what was described as a 'mid-career' course, a Certificate of Advanced Studies. Fortunately my advisor suggested that I should avoid any course that involved 'schools'. So I undertook philosophy and allied courses, and an Advanced Poetry Workshop. This later was to have Seamus Heaney as the instructor. At birth my mother plucked the name Sheamus from somewhere and gave it to me, mis-spelt I suspect. I think that might have helped me gain admission along with some lobbying by Manning Clark, who was at that time Australian Studies Professor at Harvard. 

Seamus Heaney was a man of extraordinary generosity, a critic who could make adverse findings seem like winning lottery tickets. I knew I wasn't a great poet, he knew it, but he also knew I liked curling up in the word. He gave me an 'A' for the course! (That generosity was no more apparent than when he agreed to contact an Aboriginal student whom I believed would become a good writer. He sent him a signed poem.) 

He loved oysters and several times we ate them together at ‘One Potato, Two Potato' in Harvard Square (probably long gone). For him a good oyster was like a good word - palpable (he loved that word), firm and sweet, fresh and briny-laden. 

When he was here for the Melbourne Writers Festival in 1994 I had breakfast with him and an old school friend of his who lived in Melbourne, Paddy. It was all lilt and love. I sat entranced. He charmed Melbourne and found much that was good in Australia, the world view of Paul Keating. Ah well, it's all been backsliding since then. You must wonder whether we will ever have the maturity to go our own way, or whether we must depend forever on the British 'dummy'. Oh it's called a 'pacifier' now, isn't it? 

When he was 56, I received a card from him. He concluded, 'bend an elbow for me in Melbourne' - I had helped him find a cigar. 

He had found the ambivalence of his passport somewhat troubling, but that's another story. 

In September 2003, ten years ago, my wife and I went to Dublin, having been in England to see our son who lives there, and I let Seamus know that we would be staying at the Schoolhouse Hotel which turned out not to be too far from the Strand where he lived. Upon our arrival at the hotel there were three notes waiting; the first suggested a meeting, the second drinks, the third ''Heigho, we'll have some scrags''. He picked us up in a Mercedes Benz. I said something about a poet and such a car, 'Never mind it's got a broken window'. 

He had just returned from Dundee where he had given that wonderful lecture 'Room to Rhyme' to graduating students and their parents. (Years later, having given away all my copies, I begged one of him. He sent the last he had - printed upside down 'might make it more valuable'- I don't know about that, but I do recommend it to anyone wanting to enter the world of writing. It's a gem.) 

The Lord Provost at Dundee had given him a bottle of rare scotch - Auchentoshan and a laurel wreath and the shell from a cannon fired in his honour. 

''Congratulations on the winnings'' I wrote this verse in gratitude. (The 'winnings' refers to the Nobel Prize and a fellow Irishman's comment) 

Congratulations on the Winnings 

Thanks to Marie and Seamus Heaney

 

You said, “Heigho, we’ll have some scrags.”

I had to make new purchase on scrags,

Find an inkling in smoked salmon and red wine.

 

After twenty five years

There was still the puckish beneficence,

And scrags were sheer gleanings,

 

As was the Lord provost’s Auchentoshan,

Distilled to sate the petitioners’ tongues:

The palatable, in sweet remembrance, made durably palpable.

 

“No scotch could be too big”:

The laurel-woven-wreath and the spent-cannon-shell

Encircled and powdered that dictum.

 

Conversation, like conjunctions, breaches memory,

And makes congratulations into a festive frolic.

 

It was a night of complete hospitality and he wrote a travel guide to Dublin for us, 'Fart around the Dart'- or- Dublin Area Rapid Transit! 

He was unfailingly polite and always responded to the birthday greetings that I sent him each year in April. This year there was silence. I felt that something was amiss. He has written in 2006 saying that he'd had a small stroke. He was then in high expectations of the arrival of a first grandchild. In the letter he included a copy of a get well card - 'His condition is improving rapidly - he is sitting up in bed blowing the froth off his medicine!' (Flann O'Brien). Sadly, Warfarin limited his 'froth'. 

I have always loved the 'Bog' poems and I read the book 'The Bog People'

that was useful to Seamus. It seems to me that those poems have made a new 'turf' for the preservation of the people dug up from the past. The past is made present, the new present is made a future. He gives a voice to them in his own voice, and the two will ring out so long as man reads. His language is tough, resilient and enduring. It is the language of the deep soil made flesh by the 'snug gun' in his hand. Digging is the beginning and the ending. We should rejoice at the spade-work and the love that went with it. 

In his very first book, Death of a Naturalist (1966), The first poem is 'Digging'. It concludes: ''between my finger and my thumb

                      the squat pen rests.

                           I'll dig with it.'' 

He's back in his turf.

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, 6 September 2022

Edith Stein, Etty Hillesum, Simone Weil Part I: Empathy


 Edith Stein

Carmelite Conversations

Wednesday the 7th of September 2022

Presented by Philip Harvey

 Eighty years ago today Europe was in the middle of a world war. Countries were occupied or under attack, people were displaced everywhere, and chance encounters occurred every day. One very simple chance encounter is the start of our conversation today. In early August 1942, a Dutch woman by the name of Etty Hillesum was living in Westerbork. Her home was Amsterdam, but she had chosen to live in the transit camp at Westerbork in north-eastern Netherlands in order to care for her family and others who were Jewish, sent there by the Germans on the trip eastwards to extermination. We know this because Etty kept diaries and wrote letters, which since 1981 have had a growing influence worldwide for their deepfelt spirituality and truth to experience. This influence accelerated in 2002 with the publication of her complete writings into English. This is the brief paragraph in her diary entry for the 18th of September, a typical entry at this time listing or recalling new arrivals at the camp, in particular the sudden influx of Jews who were Catholic converts: 

‘Sister Mendes de Costa from the Carmelite convent with four Portuguese grandparents. And the Father with the untroubled eyes and the rough hands, who predicted the Comm[unist] revolution. He hadn’t left his monastery for fifteen years. And the two nuns from that rich, strictly orthodox and highly talented family in Breslau, with stars on their habits. They were being taken back to memories of their youth …’ (Hillesum 24) 

The two women from Breslau are Edith Stein, a Carmelite nun, and her sister Rosa. Although the sisters were born Jewish, they are being transported out of Holland because they are Catholics. And this is because the Archbishop of Utrecht had publicly criticised the treatment of Jews by the occupying forces, issuing a statement in all the churches one Sunday. In retaliation, the Germans were punishing Catholics by selectively arresting many and sending them to their deaths. Etty also mentions Dominican nuns and a Cistercian monk in this entry, in which she is recalling their arrival over a month earlier on the 2nd of August. By the time Etty writes the entry she would not know that Edith and her sister Rosa had already been killed at Auschwitz concentration camp. 

Today’s Conversation is the briefest introduction to three major figures in the history of 20th century spirituality. All three were Jewish women who either converted to Christianity or, as in the case of Etty Hillesum, were deeply influenced by Christian thought. All three were passionate about philosophy, actively engaged in different  practices of thinking and reflecting that they then applied to their emerging encounters with religion. It is an understatement to say that all three were, in their different ways, highly original thinkers. Thinkers, but also very seriously writers, women who wrote as though their lives depended on writing; women who wrote almost every day as a means of explaining life, and their lives, to themselves and very importantly, to others.  And all three are most famous today for their expression of the spiritual life. Two quotes from Edith Stein are true for the lives of all three people here. 

‘My longing for truth was a single prayer.’ 

‘Anyone who seeks truth seeks God, whether or not they realize it.’ 

We will learn a little about them and hear some of their words on three main subjects: empathy, love, and the cross.      

Edith Stein, Etty Hillesum, and Simone Weil on Empathy 

In recent years the word ‘empathy’ has flowed freely in public discourse and on social media. We see and hear the word quite often, as people come to terms with opinions and behaviour that shows empathy, though more particularly when those opinions and behaviour do not show empathy. Politicians and their commentators will be criticised for a lack of empathy. People in general are judged on their level of empathy for a person, an identity, a situation, often being found wanting. There is even such a thing as empathy fatigue, defined as the emotional and physical exhaustion brought about by caring for others day after day. This is also called compassion fatigue, the diminished ability to empathise with others. It is regarded by some analysts as a defence mechanism, and examples may involve what is called secondary traumatic stress. Sometimes it is hard not to arrive at the conclusion that we are simply talking about a lack of care, or an active indifference to others’ needs. Sometimes, to anyone’s needs other than our own. 

Edith Stein (1891-1942) completed her university thesis in 1916 on the subject of empathy. This was an unusual subject for a philosophical dissertation, though it is typical of what we come to know about Edith Stein. She was a young Jewish woman who grew up in Breslau, then part of Germany but today part of Poland. She attended synagogue with her family. At the time of writing her thesis in Göttingen, Edith did not show signs that she wished to become a Christian, let alone enter a religious order of Carmelites. Indeed, she was a student and close associate of Edmund Husserl, the German founder of the influential school of Phenomenology. A simple definition of phenomenology is “a philosophy of experience. For phenomenology the ultimate source of all meaning and value is the lived experience of human beings. All philosophical systems, scientific theories, or aesthetic judgments have the status of abstractions from the ebb and flow of the lived world.” (Brown) Edith Stein’s thesis was extending Husserl’s interest in the moment of human intersubjectivity. The word empathy itself comes from Greek, but our modern meaning of the word is derived from the German Einfühlung, meaning “feeling into”. Its relative recent adoption into English may be why only now we hear so much of this empathy talk. When we read this passage we encounter the technical, academic expression of the time, its jargon and but once through that start to appreciate Edith Stein’s own attempts at explaining empathy from experience, quite a new scientific approach to the subject. 

‘I consider every subject whom I empathetically comprehend as experiencing a value as a person whose experiences interlock themselves into an intelligible, meaningful whole. How much of this one’s experiential structure I can bring to my fulfilling intuition depends on my own structure. In principle, all foreign experience permitting itself to be derived from my own personal structure can be fulfilled, even if this structure has not yet actually unfolded. I can experience values empathetically and discover correlative levels of my person, even though my primordial experience has not yet presented an opportunity for their exposure. He who has never looked a danger in the face himself can still experience himself as brave or cowardly in the empathic representation of another’s situation.

By contrast, I cannot fulfill what conflicts with my own experiential structure. But I can still have it given in the manner of empty presentation. I can be skeptical myself and still understand that another sacrifices all his earthly goods to his faith. I see him behave in this way and empathize a value experiencing as the motive for his conduct. The correlate of this is not accessible to me, causing me to ascribe to him a personal level I so not myself possess. In this way I empathically gain the type of homo religiosus by nature foreign to me, and I understand it even though what newly confronts me here will always remain unfulfilled …

‘Now we see what justification Dilthey has for saying, “The interpretive faculty operating in the cultural sciences is the whole person.” Only he who experiences himself a person, as a meaningful whole, can understand other persons.’ (Sullivan 81) 

And here is offered a clearer and more precise definition of empathy from the second half of her life: 

‘As for what concerns our relations with our fellow men, the anguish in our neighbour’s soul must break all precept. All that we do is a means to an end, but love is an end in itself, because God is love.’ 

Etty Hillesum (1914-1943) was a woman in her twenties when she began writing her diaries, which are much more than diaries, a thorough self-examination of emotions and relationships that evolve in private into a testimony of the growth of the soul. She had studied law but was now discovering ideas, people, literature, friendships, and not unexpectedly her sexuality. In the context of war in occupied Amsterdam, she writes again and again about her contradictory feelings about empathy. Hillesum actively pursues more than one sexual relationship at a time, which makes her different from Stein and Weil; she lives without judgement or conflict about any of this, simply treating all her close relationships as essential parts of life. In her reading we meet Dostoyevsky and Rilke, we encounter the medieval Netherlands mystics of the devotio moderna. 

Quotes from Etty Hillesum on Empathy 

‘My head is the workshop, in which all worldly things must be thought through until they become clear. And my heart is the fiery furnace in which everything must be felt and suffered intensely. This is a very profound awakening indeed.

   Diaries 15 August 1941 

Oh, you know, I only take my depressions seriously because by trying to understand them I get to understand others as well and perhaps to help them in their times of difficulty. Whenever I feel low, I also feel a readiness to help others, to guide them through the dark labyrinth of their own soul and so perhaps spare them many unhappy moments. But before I can bring clarity into the life of others, I must first have clarity in myself.

  Diaries 15 August 1941

 Simone Weil (1909-1943) studied philosophy at the university in Paris, where she topped her year. Her classmate Simone de Beauvoir was second. Simone’s family were secular Jews and relationship with her Jewishness was vexed, due in part to her personal philosophical requirement for absolute truth in all things, an attitude that caused her to question many aspects of historical Judaism. But to call her a convert is laden with question-marks as even though she immersed herself in Christian thought and attached herself to the Catholic Church, she refused to be baptised on principle, attending Mass regularly but not partaking of communion. Simone Weil has been called a Christian Platonist. She worked alongside the anarchists in the Spanish Civil War and with the French Resistance in London almost up until her death. Nearly all of her writings were published posthumously, one critic summarising that “all of her work constitutes an attempt to regenerate connective tissue between all disciplines, between culture and nature, science and art, and God and humans.” (Wampole para. 5) As with the other two, we think of Simone today as a philosopher, but first and foremost as a spiritual writer and mystic.      

Quotes from Simone Weil on Empathy 

‘Compassion directed at oneself is true humility.’ 

‘The feeding of those who are hungry is a form of contemplation.’ 

‘Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him.’ 

‘There is no contradiction between seeking our own good in a human being and wishing for their good to be increased. For this very reason, when the motive that draws us toward anybody is simply some advantage for ourselves, the conditions of friendship are not fulfilled. Friendship is a supernatural harmony, a union of opposites.’ (367) 

‘Friendship is a miracle by which a person consents to view from a certain distance, and without coming any nearer, the very being who is necessary to them as food.’ (370)

 


Edith Stein, Etty Hillesum, Simone Weil Part II: Love

 

Etty Hillesum

Carmelite Conversations

Wednesday the 7th of September 2022

Presented by Philip Harvey

 Edith Stein on Love

 ‘I had given up practising my Jewish religion when I was a 14-year-old girl and did not begin to feel Jewish again until I had returned to God.’ 

Here Edith Stein marks the dramatic changes in her life, from living inside a secure Jewish family environment, to exploring advanced philosophical concepts of experience virtually free of any religious influence, to choosing to enter the enclosed world of the Carmelite Order. Of the three women under discussion, Edith is the one most familiar with orthodox Jewish practice, both in terms of liturgy and everyday life. Her pursuit of phenomenology through her agnostic twenties displays a highly developed ability for original thinking and a need to find true meaning. For her, the challenge was to understand the nature of the self, how we make community and find our roles. But at the same time, she is preoccupied with asking questions about what for her are critical in this discussion, in particular the source and actions of love. 

At the age of 30 she reads the Vida (Life) of Saint Teresa of Avila, herself a woman from a conversos family of another time, and within a year Edith is baptised and turning her study intently toward Saint Thomas Aquinas and Catholic philosophy. She translates that theologian’s ‘De Veritate’ (‘On Truth)’. Edith Stein embarks on yet another original project of the mind, merging phenomenology with theology. She continues teaching as well, though increasingly in religious rather than secular milieus, all of which culminates in her entering the Carmelite Order at a monastery in Cologne at the age of 42 in 1933. This is the same year the Nazis took control of government, burning books and parliament buildings, escalating their persecution of Jews, and creating wholesale uncertainty about the future. 

Edith Stein said, ‘Do not accept anything as love which lacks truth.’ She also had come to believe that ‘Our love of neighbour is the measure of our love of God. For Christians – and not only for them – no one is a ‘stranger’. The love of Christ knows no borders.’ This gives background to the following words on Love: 

‘The divine life is tri-personal life. It is the overflowing love with which the Father begets the Son and surrenders to him his own being, while the Son embraces this being and surrenders it back to the Father, the love in which Father and Son are One, which they breathe out together as their Spirit. Through grace this Spirit is poured out into hearts. Thus the soul lives her life of grace through this Holy Spirit. In him she loves the Father with the love of the Son and the Son with the love of the Father. This sharing of life with the trinitarian life can take place without the soul’s awareness that the divine person’s dwell in her. Actually, only a small number of elect come to perceptibly experience that the Triune God is in their soul. For a larger number, an enlightened faith leads to a living knowledge of this indwelling and to a loving communion with the divine three in pure faith.

A person who has not yet arrived at this high level is still united to God through faith, hope, and love, even when he is not clearly aware that God lives in his inmost region and that he can find him there, that all of this life of grace and virtue is an effect of this divine life in himself and is his participation therein. Living faith is the firm conviction that God exists, the acceptance-as-truth of all that has been revealed by God, and a loving readiness to be led by the divine will. As supernatural knowledge infused by God, living faith is “the beginning of the eternal life in us” – but it is only a beginning. Through sanctifying grace, it is laid within us as a seed; under our careful custody it is to burgeon into a great tree bearing glorious fruits. For it is the way that is to lead us to union with God even in this life, though the highest fulfilment belongs to the next life.’ (Maskulak 181) 

To contrast this passage with Edith Stein’s previous long quote from her dissertation, is to see instantly the change in her understanding of experience.  I have chosen this longer passage from ‘The Science of the Cross’ to show her understanding of God’s love in relation to the individual, but also to illustrate certain typifying things in her writing. We meet someone who speaks in logic, who is used to engaging in philosophical discourse, and this can be both help and hindrance in finding our way to the essential message in her thinking. Of the three women under discussion, Edith is distinctively at home with Catholic language; she manages the words and images of religious devotion with accomplishment. This too is a help for those familiar with the language, somewhat perplexing at times for those who must learn the language to appreciate what she is saying. It is also apparent after a while that we are reading translations from German, as for example when we encounter an expression like “acceptance-as-truth” and wonder about the effect of that in the original. Added to which, the passage is actually an explanation of divine union as interpreted by Edith in the works of Teresa of Avila and John of the Cross, adding layers of significance across time that are well-known in Carmelite literature, which is like one big conversation sometimes, but likely to be an added layer of difficulty to the uninitiated. All of which tells us that by the time she writes these words in her last work, with darkness descending everywhere in the world, she is immersed in the life of Carmel. We are made profoundly aware of how Carmelite mysticism is a joyous gift to learn and live with inside the loving community she found inside the Dutch Carmelite house in Echt.         

Etty Hillesum on Love

 By contrast with Edith Stein, Etty Hillesum lives a life in relationship with God that is almost entirely her own, outside of community and  institutional frameworks like church or synagogue. This relationship is spoken of as being deep within herself, a basic reality that abides whatever circumstances she finds herself in. The Diaries track her intimate relationship with Julius Spier, a Jungian analyst who specialises in hand-reading, and even though he talks to her of prayer and self-actualization, he is only one influence upon a woman who seems to have already found her inner spiritual life sometime before the Diaries commence. She goes to parties, hangs out in reading groups, runs soirées. She will quote Rilke or Scripture, recount recent discussions with family and friends, yet her language is her own, a lively and life-affirming self-examination of herself, with a similarly honest if forgiving examination of others sometimes as well. In the next passage Lairessestraat, the main shopping street in Amsterdam, is where we find her in her own free-flowing thoughts. 

‘Last night, cycling through cold, dark Lairessestraat – if only I could repeat everything I babbled out then! Something like this: “God, take me by Your hand, I shall follow you dutifully and not resist too much. I shall evade none of the tempests life has in store for me, I shall try to face it all as best I can. But now and then grant me a short respite. I shall never again assume, in my innocence, that any peace that comes my way will be eternal. I shall accept all the inevitable tumult and struggle. I delight in warmth and security, but I shall not rebel if I have to suffer cold, should You so decree. I shall follow wherever Your hand leads me and shall try not to be afraid. I shall try to spread some of my warmth, of my genuine love for others, wherever I go. But we shouldn’t boast of our love for others. We cannot be sure that it really exists. I don’t want to be anything special. I only want to be true to that in me which seeks to fulfil its promise. I sometimes imagine that I long for the seclusion of a nunnery. But I know that I must seek You among people, out in the world.” And that is what I shall do, despite the weariness and dislike that sometimes overcome me. I vow to live my life out there to the full. Sometimes I believe that my life is only just beginning.’

    Diaries 15 November 1941

An important concern that she comes back to again and again is the need to overcome hatred in others and oneself. This refusal to hate is borne of a hostile environment where victims are capable of taking on the same hatred as their oppressors. Etty’s humanising attitude towards others on both sides becomes a way for her to live with the inhumanity all around here: ‘To sum up, this is what I really want to say: Nazi barbarism evokes the same kind of barbarism in ourselves … We have to reject that barbarism within us, we must not fan the hatred within us, because if we do, the world will not be able to pull itself one inch further out of the mire.’

  Diaries 15 March 1941 

And in a letter to her lover Han Wegerif written from Westerbork Transit Camp on the 18th of August 1943, Etty expresses her frustrations and needs in caring for parents: ‘There is a passage in the Bible from which I always draw new strength. I think it goes something like: “He that loveth me, let him forsake his father and mother.” Last night I had to struggle again not to be overwhelmed by pity for my parents, since it would paralyse me if I gave in to it. I know that we must not lose ourselves so completely in grief and concern for our families that we have little thought or love left for our neighbours. More and more I tend toward the idea that love for everyone who may cross your path, love for everyone made in God’s image, must rise above love for blood relatives. Please don’t misunderstand me. It may seem unnatural – And I see that it is still far too difficult for me to write about, though so simple to live.’ 

Simone Weil on Love 

When Simone Weil becomes immersed in Christian thought she goes on retreats, in particular to the Benedictine Abbey of Solesmes in France. She attends worship regularly, there to listen to the Gregorian chant which becomes for her an important human manifestation of the divine. It is at Solesmes that she experiences a conversion to Christ while reading and re-reading the poem ‘Love III’ by the Anglican poet George Herbert. This famous poem speaks in the first person about God’s invitation to partake of a meal, but the speaker will not do so “guilty of dust and sin”. However it is Love who speaks again with the invitation, showing that we are welcome and belong, an invitation that is taken up at the conclusion where “I did sit and eat.” This poem, which she used as a prayer, speaks of Simone Weil’s own personal realisation and understanding of love as relationship, as being forgiven even as you forgive, and that it is through openness to love, in ourselves and others, yet ultimately through the actions of God, that everything changes and grows. 

After this personal transformation, which occurs in 1938, Simone Weil’s writing becomes a personal testing ground of existence and the world as understood in Christian terms. The force and clarity of her language, its exclusion of all personal references, its avoidance of colourful examples to make the point, is confronting in a different way to Edith or Etty. Much of Edith Stein’s writing utilises the traditional Catholic language of scripture and devotion, ever more so once her main audience are members of a dedicated religious community. Much of Etty Hillesum’s writing arrives at the same kind of epigrammatic precision, even if this is not her trained style, but usually only after the backwards and forwards of her inner arguments reaches moments of personal definition. To appreciate the depth of Simone Weil’s experience through her writing means having to ask what she must have gone through to arrive at such power and wisdom.        

 And here are four quotes from Simone Weil on Love:

 ‘Love of God is pure when joy and suffering inspire an equal degree of gratitude.’

 ‘Love on the part of someone who is happy is the wish to share the suffering of the beloved who is unhappy.’ 

‘Love on the part of someone who is unhappy is to be filled with joy by the mere knowledge that his beloved is happy without sharing in this happiness or even wishing to do so.’

 ‘Lovers or friends desire two things. The one is to love each other so much that they enter into each other and only make one being. The other is to love each other so much that, having half the globe between them, their union will not be diminished in the slightest degree. All that man vainly desires here below is perfectly realized in God. We have all those impossible desires within us as a mark of our destination, and they are good for us provided we no longer hope to fulfil them.’ (Panichas 446)