In Walcott’s essay, “The Muse of History,” he calls history the “medusa of the New World” and claims that writers who are obsessed with its wrongs and who reject all European influences should, “…know that by openly fighting tradition we perpetuate it, that revolutionary literature is a filial impulse, and that maturity is the assimilation of the features of every ancestor (Walcott 36).”[1]
Walcott has been described as having “twin ancestry, black and white” because he is the descendent of a white grandfather and a black grandmother on both his maternal and paternal sides. This ancestry, Paula Burnett claims, he shares with the
Walcott has posited that there is assimilation in culture formation. But, are acts of assimilation and association in writing/art expected? Required? Inexcusable?
“But who in the
“That amnesia is the true history of the
“The recriminations exchanged, the contrition of the master replaces the vengeance of the slave, and here colonial literature is most pietistic, for it can accuse great art of feudalism and excuse poor art as suffering (39).”[6]
“It is this awe of the numinous, this elemental privilege of naming (link to naming) the
“This is not existentialism. Adamic, elemental man cannot be existential (41).”[8]
“But the tribe in bondage learned to fortify itself by cunning assimilation of the religion of the
“At this stage the polemic poet, like the politician, will wish to produce epic work, to summon the grandeur of the past, not as myth but as history, and to prophesy in the way that Fascist architecture can be viewed as prophecy. Yet the more ambitious the zeal, the more diffuse and forced it becomes, the more it roots into research, until the imagination surrenders to the glorification of history, the ear becomes enslaved, the glorifiers of the tom-tom ignoring the dynamo (43).”[10]
“The
“…once I had decided to make the writing of poetry my life, my actual, not my imaginative life, I felt both rejection and a fear of
“Fisherman and peasant know who they are and what they are and where they are, and when we show them our wounded sensibilities we are, most of us, displaying self-inflicted wounds (63).”[13]
“I say to the ancestor who sold me, and to the ancestor who bought me, I have no father, I want no such father, although I can understand you, black ghost, white ghost, when you both whisper “history,” for if I attempt to forgive you both I am falling into your idea of history which justifies and explains and expiates…(64).”[14]
[1] Walcott, Derek. What the Twilight Says.
[2] Burnett, Paula. Derek Walcott: Politics and Poetics.
[3] Hamner, Robert. Derek Walcott. Updated ed. Twain World Author’s Series. 600.
[4] Walcott, Derek. What the Twilight Says.
[5] Ibid.
[6] Ibid.
[7] Ibid.
[8] Ibid.
[9] Ibid.
[10] Ibid.
[11] Ibid.
[12] Ibid.
[13] Ibid.
[14] Ibid.
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Thanks mate... just dropped by. Will look for BIKE STN when we get to Seattle. Still in Buenos Airies.
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