Saturday 11 November 2017

Welcome to my weekly blog,  SATURDAY SESSIONS!
In this blog, for the perusal of all our students, past, present and future, I include an extract from our interactive presentation Course, Ireland and its Culture.
If you wish to ask me any question about the text, by the way, just send me an e-mail at greg@bluefeather.ie


Log Twenty-nine, GEORGE BERNARD SHAW (1856-1950)



          Born in Dublin, Shaw was another household name in Britain and Ireland in the early twentieth century.  He was widely admired  for his sharpness of intellect and his wit and he wrote some engaging plays such as PYGMALION (later filmed as My Fair Lady).
          The prefaces to his plays are often better than the plays themselves, but nevertheless, Shaw was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1925.
          Like Wilde, he played a very important role in changing society through his plays. Victorian plays were usually sentimental and superficial. Shaw focused on the moral, political and economic issues of the time. Like Wilde, he was a superb essayist and a famous critic. 'My way of joking is to tell the truth. It's the funniest joke in the world.'
          Shaw was a committed  socialist and a vegetarian.  'Animals are my friends - and I don't eat my friends.'  He described schools as prisons, deadening to the spirit and stifling to the intellect.  'What we want to see is the child in pursuit of the knowledge, not the knowledge in pursuit of the child.'
          He was a member of a BBC radio panel set up to standardise the pronunciation of words in English - but the venture was a failure because the panellists could never agree!
          His political views, however (a fan of Stalin and Mussolini) and his appalling comments regarding eugenics and population control (not to mention his distasteful sense of self-importance), diminish his stature as a Nobel Laureate.
         

Some of Shaw's quotes:

1. Those who cannot change their minds, cannot change anything.
2. There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.
3. Why should we take advice on sex from the pope?  If he knows anything about it, he    shouldn't.
4. The liar's punishment is not that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.
5. Never wrestle with pigs. You both get dirty and the pig likes it.
6. 'I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend...if you have one.'  (Shaw to Churchill)   'Cannot possibly attend first night; will attend second...if there is one.' (Churchill to Shaw)
7. The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.
8. Success does not consist in never making mistakes but in never making the same one a second time.
9. War does not decide who is right but who is left.
10. He knows nothing, and he thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career.
11. Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.
12. You don't stop laughing when you grow old; you grow old when you stop laughing.
13. The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.
14. Youth is wasted on the young.
15. If you teach a man anything, he will never learn.

P.S. Fintan O'Toole has just published a magnificently-produced book on Shaw; it would make a great Christmas present for anyone who's interested!








Three more notes from the ET's logbook:

XCVII

a pinpoint of light
in the depth of the darkness
the Earth


XCVIII

the bend in the railtracks
on the platform at the station
memories


XCIX

rubber on gravel
the crunch of departure
the wake of the sound


Saturday 4 November 2017


OSCAR WILDE, PART 3




Oscar died in poverty in Paris. He had contracted meningitis which was related to an injury to his ear-drum during hard labour in prison.
          It is said that his last words were (in reference to the wallpaper he hated in the room where he stayed): “One of us had to go.”
          From a long letter he wrote while in prison:
        When first I was put into prison, some people advised me to try and forget who I was. It was ruinous advice. It is only by realising what I am that I have found comfort of any kind. Now I am advised by others to try on my release to forget that I have ever been in a prison at all. I know that would be equally fatal. It would mean that I would always be haunted by an intolerable sense of disgrace, and that those things that are meant for me as much as for anybody else – the beauty of the sun and moon, the pageant of the seasons, the music of daybreak and the silence of great nights, the rain falling through the leaves, or the dew creeping over the grass and making it silver – would all be tainted for me, and lose their healing power, and their power of communicating joy. To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development. To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.
from De Profundis

Here are some of Oscar Wilde's epigrams:

1.Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
2.Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
3.I am not young enough to know everything.
4.The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.
5.The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.
6.The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
7.Whenever people agree with me, I always feel I must be wrong.
8.Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
9.I can resist anything but temptation.
10.Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.
11.Only the shallow know themselves.
12.The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
13.All art is useless.
14.Nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.
15.Dull people are always brilliant at breakfast.

16. Punctuality is the thief of time.

Friday 3 November 2017





FRIDAY FEELINGS

The ET's logbook has resurfaced with some more noun-based observations of Earth & Earthlings



LXXIV


after the attack, the silence
terror in the garden
the lawnmower



LXXV

sunrise
the opening of eyelashes
the daisy



LXXVI


children in the sunshine
even in Syria
birdsong