Wednesday, 28 October 2020

 


The Damnation of Dollars, Yankee Greed and a Yankee Critic. (1906)

Clarion  readers will have admired the vigorous and trenchant verses which we have published from time to time under the signature of Herman Scheffauer.  Mr. Scheffauer is an American--a native, we believe, of San Francisco—and he has come over to England to compete (as it were) in the boat race of literature. He looks like winning. To the current number of the "Rapid Review," Mr. Scheffauer contributes an article which, under the title of "Bribery, Fraud, and Corruption," offers a powerful indictment of the commercial methods of America. "The tinned meat scandal," says Mr. Scheffauer, is but one of many that have shocked Europe of late. The incessant story of fraud, thievery, and die honour has to many made the United States appear like some great sink of moral decay. All candid men in America acknowledge the truth of the tremendous frauds and do not attempt to defend or conceal them." Mr. Scheffauer offers explicit reasonsfor this state of affairs. "The source of all," he states, is found in the insatiable greed for gain-- in the damnation and the disease of dollars. It has turned single men and bodies of men of business into assassins, into traitors, robbers, and slaves. The principles, integrity, and consciences of both rich and poor have been infected." And Mr. Scheffauer supports this statement with the most damning evidence  "The Man with the Muck Rake" has been at work in America, and he has exposed the whole fabric of American commercial rottenness, from municipal corruption to the insurance frauds, and the poisoning conspiracy of Chicago. Much has been written of late concerning the Man with the Muck Rake- a phrase coined and . made current in a fashion typically American. The Man with the Muck Rake is one who uncovers the putrid spots in politics or commerce, who rakes for names and evidence in a mass of bribery and 'Graft,' and then announces what he finds. He follows the wires that exert the 'pull,' and lays bare the burrows of political,  corporate, or private dishonesty. Men of the highest integrity have wielded the rake, sincere well-wishers of their country, burning for justice to be done and bent on punishing the evil doers. In their efforts to eradicate , the everspreading cancer of Graft, they have been emulated by others for motives less praiseworthy. Some Men with the Muck Rake have dug up corruption for personal ends, for notoriety, sometimes for revenge,or a perverse delight in arousing a sensation. The volatile American public, fed full of sickening details, has grown weary of the everlasting disclosures. But the cause flourishes as before. Day after day in every part of the Union the newspapers bring accounts of the most unabashed dishonesty. Side by side with reports of the bloodiest crimes run columns redolent with financial depravity. No place nor person seems immune; it has become an ancient story that may surprise but cannot shock. The disease manifests itself not in spots, but is epidemic. If Mr. Sinclair's Packingtown may be termed a 'Jungle,' then must whole sections of the country be likened to black morasses steaming with the miasma of dishonesty. The Men with Muck Rakes, toiling here and there, have uncovered so appalling a state of affairs that their labour' have, in the main, been productive of good. If so much may be disclosed, how much more may there not lie hidden? A public sentiment has been created, even what might be called a national sense of shame. Yet if Graft has become a national institution, it has become so only by slow growth; and reform, too, must be a growth and be slow. While it is just to unmask fraud and to punish it, disclosures are useless so long as the laws may be perverted and the guilty allowed to escape. So long as the American character remains tolerant of thievery, so long will reform he impossible."  Mr. Scheffauer points out that the general character of the American public, quite as much as the character of American money-grabbers, is responsible for the decay of American honour. He tells us that when ministers preached against the "tainted money" offered to churches the millionaires that phrase became at once a jest to the shallow and irreverent public. And yet-" all reformers spoke of corruption and dishonesty as a thing apart fromthe people. and as pertaining chiefly to the moneyed classes or the corporations." Mr. Scheffauer asserts, however, that in actual practice "the disease of dollars affects not only the wealthy but also the poor and middle classes. AlI are striving to become wealthy by the same means. It is the same vice on a smaller scale; the difference is one of degree only. This deplorable truth is usually overlooked or ignored by reformers. They demand improvement from the trusts, millionaires, and politicians, but not from the general public to which they appeal. They expect honesty to make its way from without instead of from within." One result of what Mr. Scheffauer terms "this shifting vagueness of principle" is that a large proportion of the American public actually resents the exposure of the wrongdoers upon grounds of patriotism! Says Mr. Scheffauer:" A luminous example of the perverted reason in the arguments of these ultra-patriots is furnished in a speech by Dr. James R. Day, Chancellor of Syracuse University: 

"We have fallen into a scandal-mongering epoch. The foul harpies of slander have created a condition and all of the civilised world is nauseated at the thought of us. It has cost us tens of millions of money andthe respect of mankind. It will and should cost us our self-respect if we do do not burn out with caustic of a hot indignation this soreof slander. The scandel-monger who drags the people through the slaughter-houses to exhibit in loathsome forms the food of their tables by exaggeration, and Munchausen stories of things that always must be offensive at best, is a mistaken agitator, and especially dangerous to us as a people at this time. "

Here the effect is railed against instead of the cause, the scandal instead of the crime, the scandalmonger instead of the rascal whose actions call for exposure. The. 'people' who were 'dragged' through the pits of slaughter, rushed by thousands to buy the book that told them what 'the food of their tables' really was. Dr. Day's use of the word 'Munchausen ' means as much as 'false'—and as such he would apply it to the incontrovertible evidence of the novel and the official report. In this shallow and unsoundrhetoric it is also to be noted as unsciously significant that the 'millions of money' have precedence of 'the respect of mankind.' In his specious use of the word 'slander,' the speaker would imply that the lawbreakers are innocent. He defends them by denouncing their denouncers. The just and thoughtful American, though grieved at the debasing disclosures, does not seek to defend what he cannot deny. To him the surgeons who lop off gangrened limbs, probe hidden sores, or proclaim an infectious disease of the nation, are not ' foul harpies' -for what they affirm may be confirmed. They are generally toilers among nauseating things for the sake of bringing about purity and reform. A morbid rage for denunciation may exist, bet the evil that so steadily prompts it  is more morbid still. Though shame may accrue to the Republic through the exposures, the blame must fall upon those who are exposed."

The Damnation of Dollars. Yankee Greed and a Yankee Critic.”, in: The Clarion, Friday, September 14, 1906, p.4.

 

Sunday, 13 September 2020

 A Lament

By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

O world! O life! O time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more—Oh, never more!

Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight;
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar,
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more—Oh, never more!

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winter hoar, short for hoarfrost before 900; Middle English hor,Old English hār; cognate with Old Norse hārr gray with age, Old Frisian hēr gray, Old High German hēr old (German hehr august, sublime); the first known use of hoarfrost came during the medieval period in England during the 13th or 14th century. It is not known who first used the term to describe a layer of frost, but at some point the term entered the lexicon of the English language. Its root is taken from the old English adjective "hoary" which means, gray or white in appearance. This word was often used to describe a person of age who had white hair and a white beard. Knowing this, it now makes sense how one would look at a frost-covered tree in that age and call the frost covering it hoarfrost. 

"I think myself, and have always thought, that 'A Lament' is the greatest thing in English poetry out of Shakespeare; the greatest thing in the entire poetry of the world out of Shakespeare, Dante, and Aeschylus. Nowhere else, save in some passages of these three poets, has the passionate experience of life (which is a different thing from the 'criticism' of it), been put into such perfectly faultless and flawless verse."  George Saintsbury 





Found this translation in Hans Hennecke, Gedichte von Shakespeare bis Ezra Pound. Einführungen, Urtexte und Übertragungen (Wiesbaden: Limes Verlag, 1955),  S.127.

Sunday, 8 September 2019


The Snob

Curse of the Commonwealth, leech, parasite!
Whose back none other labor knows than that
Of rubbing smooth the chairs wheron you sat.
The leopard shall not lose his spots-his load
Of hump the camel- nor his warts the toad,-
Nor grows the snob and flunky unexempt
From physic marks of feature,- and contempt
Of honourable men. The smirked grimace,
The high falsetto titter and the face
With in-drawn lip, the up-screwed eyes and nose,
The parrot stock of speech, -the strut, the pose,-
Such are the signs that Nature sets to mock
The rank decadence of her basest stock.
So, done at last! The scornful muse refrains,
Washes her hands defiled in water clear,
And wipes her sandal-soles upon your rear.
Away! Since even snobs must have their due,
She plants a kick upon your greater you.

Herman George Scheffauer

[from 'Of Both Worlds Poems by Herman Scheffauer' (A. M. Robertson, San Francisco, 1903), pp. 111-2.]

Wednesday, 24 July 2019

On Observing some names of little note recorded in the Biographia Britannica (September, 1780)

Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot

To names ignoble, born to be forgot!

In vain, recorded in historic page,

They court the notice of a future age:

Those twinkling tiny lustres of the land

Drop one by one from Fame's neglecting hand;

Lethæan gulfs receive them as they fall,


And dark oblivion soon absorbs them all........"

The Poems of William Cowper. Ed. By John S. Memes, LL.D. Third Edition. (London: Ball, Arnold, & Co. Paternoster Row. A. & C. Black, Edinbuzrgh. 1840), p.350'

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Friday, 11 May 2018

https://thecharnelhouse.org/2017/09/25/georg-lukacs-philosopher-of-bolshevism/

This is a fascinating page, with access to many of his books! Highly recommended.

Sunday, 25 February 2018

America in the Oxford DNB | Oxford Dictionary of National Biography


I had anticipated finding something on the English-American poet Richard Realf (1832-1878), but alas, there's nowt there!  Wikipedia at least has an entry for him https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Realf although, even here, there is, as yet,  no mention of Lady Byron in England or anything on this former connection in England.
I'm still left reeling, gasping almost, after having read his poem for the first time:
"Written on the Night of His Suicide", I won't include  Hinton's comments to this, which are quite remarkable, together with some of the American Civil War poems that are similarly quite astonishing: "Apocalypse", for example, with its monorhyme scheme (a, a, a):

Straight to his heart the bullet crushed;

Down from his breast the red blood gushed,

And over his face a glory rushed.


A sudden spasm shook his frame,

And in his ears there went and came

A sound as of devouring flame


The first stanza of his poem "My Sword Song"[published in the
Chicago Tribune late in the fall of 1862] sounds so much like Kipling's similar use of 8 lines per stanza and the rhyming scheme (a, b, a, b, c, d, c, d)  

Day in, day out, through the long campaign, 
I march in my place in the ranks; 
And whether it shine or whether it rain, 
My good sword cheerily clanks; 
It clanks and clanks in a knightly way 
Like the ring of an armored heel; 
And this is the song which day by day, 
It sings with its lips of steel: 

Further, when one reads the actual background to such a poem in his friend Richard J. Hinton's 'Memoir'(1898) and discovers its provenance, the comparison with Byron (and the immortal  John Brown), which William McDevitt in 1918 so wished to emphasize for the inhabitants of San Francisco, becomes much clearer: 

"Realf was in the brigade commanded by General Lytle, serving as a non-commissioned officer. Both met as such when duty permitted, and became warm 
friends. During the forward movement which closed 
for the time in the occupancy of Chattanooga and the 
great battle of Chickamauga, General Lytle made a 
speech at Bridgport, Alabama. " Vates " illustrates its 
effect on Realf , and expresses also the admiration he 
felt. The MS. of the sonnet was in the General's vest 
pocket, and was penetrated by the bullet that killed 
him during the early morning hours of September 20, 
1863, when directly in front of the regiment of which 
Realf was sergeant-major. It was the second day of 
the Chickamauga fighting. The sonnet and a MS. copy 
of "My Sword Song," were soaked red with Lytle's 
blood." (POEMS BY RICHARD REALF POET, SOLDIER, WORKMAN WITH A MEMOIR BY 
RICHARD J. HINTON  (New York & London: FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY,1898), p.cix.

The poet Richard Realf, born in Framfield, East Sussex 14 June 1832, didn't travel to the United States until 1854,  really does deserve a place in the ODNB. That Ambrose Bierce cited from Realf's poems in his letter to the young Herman George Scheffauer in 1895 [quote] must surely have something to do with his seeing something similar in their poetical approach, i.e. "speech that rushed up hotly from the heart"?
Astonishing too, if one considers that both Realf and Bierce were at the Battle of Chickamauga (September 18 – 20, 1863). Why was Bierce doing this?

Added Friday 10 April 2020

Chickamauga by Ambrose Bierce (14:39 minutes) Audiobook,  spoken text of story


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3a8fvofP-ps