Friday, June 10, 2005

The Poetry of War, Part I

Beyond Gethsemane

The Great War of 1914-18 created what we think of as “modern times”. The magnitude of the catastrophe, along with the resulting Bolshevik Revolution in Russia, irretrievably destroyed the world that went before and ushered in, for good or ill, the world we know now.

For Western Civilization the Great War altered the way that war itself is generally perceived. Before 1914, war was a grim but noble undertaking in which all that was good and heroic in men could manifest itself. After 1918, war was seen as senseless slaughter that could only debase those nations which practiced it.

The nature of English war poetry changed at the same time. Before 1914, and in the early stages of the war, the heroic model still prevailed: If I should die, think only this of me:/That there’s some corner of a foreign field/That is forever England. (Rupert Brooke) By the war’s end, the poetic sentiment could be summed up in these lines: I’d like to see a Tank come down the stalls,/Lurching to ragtime tunes and “Home, sweet Home”,/And there’d be no more jokes in Music-halls/To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume. (Siegfried Sassoon)

A poet whose long career bridged the chasm between these two worlds was Rudyard Kipling. Kipling is well known as the unabashed booster of Empire, the poet of “Gunga Din” and “The White Man’s Burden”. More than any other poet he embodied the British Empire in its ideal form (for an informative and very readable study of Kipling, see this article by John Derbyshire in The New Criterion).

But the First World War dealt Kipling a tragic blow: his beloved son John was killed the first time he saw action, at the Battle of Loos in 1915. Kipling had pulled strings to get his boy, whose eyesight was deficient, into the Irish guards. The loss of his son brought a melancholy into Kipling’s work which had not been previously seen. The brief and poignant “Gethsemane” is an example of the result:
The Garden called Gethsemane
     In Picardy it was,
And there the people came to see
     The English soldiers pass.
We used to pass -- we used to pass
     Or halt, as it might be,
And ship our masks in case of gas
     Beyond Gethsemane.
The Garden called Gethsemane,
     It held a pretty lass,
But all the time she talked to me
     I prayed my cup might pass.
The officer sat on the chair,
     The men lay on the grass,
And all the time we halted there
     I prayed my cup might pass.
It didn’t pass -- it didn’t pass --
     It didn’t pass from me.
I drank it when we met the gas
     Beyond Gethsemane!
The reference, of course, is to Jesus’ prayer in Gethsemane the night before his crucifixion (Matthew 26:39): “O My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will.”

There, in succinct form, is the soldier’s lot: his fate is not his to will. The cup may or may not pass from him, but it does not lie under his control. After the Great War the image of the slaughter as a mass crucifixion of Christ-like soldiers became widespread, and the ideal of the soldier’s submission to his commander’s will was tarnished beyond repair.

From the trenches of the Western Front, poems celebrating the nobility of the warrior were superseded by poems of doom and resignation. In the years that followed the First World War, war poetry became antiwar poetry, and so it has remained.

Later posts will explore more on this topic.


Baron Bodissey said...

ElBud -- and think of the conditions in the Royal Navy back in the old days. That was a hard life.

Baron Bodissey said...

We had a good time over at Belmont Club one day quoting & discussing Kipling, including Danegeld & White Man's Burden. I think the latter, though very politically incorrect, is wonderful.

And yes, we're definitely paying "Moorgeld" right now.

I'm not and English major either -- math was my field.

Jude the Obscure said...

Have you seen this - http://bushcultureoflife.blogspot
I am at present trying to master the art of linking but cannot seem to transfer copied link to another blog.
Anyway, if you haven't seen this, go take a look.

Baron Bodissey said...

Jude, the URL didn't work for me (even after I put .com on the end). You might want to check it again.

Jude the Obscure said...

See what you mean Baron. I happened upon it under a link named Proud Baby Boomer,but when I went back an hour later it was gone. Can't find it anywhere. However, it was in my History, and I can still access it there. I made a copy. It is about 6 pages and I find it frightening. Last post was Friday 10th. I can send you a copy if you want, but I don't care to post it unless you will take it off tout suite.

Jude the Obscure said...

Go to my blog. Don't ask me how I got it on there but it is there, photos and all. I am deleting it tomorrow. Culture of Life or Culture of Lies.

Baron Bodissey said...

Jude, I looked at the site. It is disturbing indeed. Galloway's fan club!

Baron Bodissey said...

whatever -- I'm afraid you completely misunderstand my intent. The "doom and resignation" were the only possible response to the magnitude of the calamity that was unfolding around these men.

I'm well aware of the grotesque horror of WWI. My point is not that "unquestioning obedience" to orders should be "glorified", but that it is completely understandable how the First World War destroyed the tradition of unquestioning obedience.

"The stupidity and the meaninglessness" of what happened on the Western Front created the cultural climate which endures to this day, in which no war is ever seen as justified or necessary.

My later posts will examine how the destruction of so many in the British upper-middle class (as opposed to mere working-class cannon fodder) changed the way that war was viewed by the opinion-makers, who were from the same class.

BTW, I received my secondary education (O-level and A-level) in England in the 1960s, and concentrated part of my English-literature studies on the poets of the First World War, particularly Wilfred Owen. I'm well aware of all the issues you raise, and fundamentally agree with them.

The First World War -- through the blindness and stupidity of the political leaders and upper levels of the military command -- permanently destroyed the trust of the educated classes in their countries' ability to conduct wars. 80 years down the line, we are still experiencing the fallout from this event.

sammy small said...

Look forward to your next installment.

We have definitely evolved with more technological methods of fighting (precision munitions, UAVs...)while eliminating horrific casualty rates. But somehow I doubt that the old days of glory about war will ever return in the West.

For the Jihadis, I think its a very different story. Their extremism remains linked to the glory of past century's attitudes of war. Will it take the same horrific killing to turn their elites against Jihad? And will it be nuclear devastation that becomes their WWI defining event?

El Jefe Maximo said...

This is an excellent series of posts. I can see that we're pretty much on the same page about the First World War.

El Bud is right about the Canadians, in particular, they were splendid at Vimy Ridge.

The British lost so much of their tiny regular army in 1914-15 that they had insufficient cadres to properly train all the volunteers of Kitchener's New Armies. They had to learn by OJT, and paid in blood, particularly that of theeir junior officers and NCO's.

Unknown said...

We must remember the war fever entusiasm that passed through Europe. Many men ran to recruitement point svoluntering for a war all thought that will be short. This was a catastrofic war. In France there is no place so tiny it have not his "monument aux mort de la grande guerre". There can be nothing more, no school, no shops, even no inhabitants, nothing but a monument. I think this, and the second World War, fascism and else have much to do with wat we are suffering now. It looks like if many europeans thinks that we must pay for past wrondoings and deasapear as people. Some kind of a colective suicidal. A feature of this is the way anything a country has made during european expansionism is used to blaim all europe as a whole. And certain parts are just silenced, like the fact that slaves taken to new world where bought from muslim slave traders. Another fact that has been kept undercover whas the enslavig of europeans by barbary pirates and turks. It looks like if scool curricula have been designed in order in get shame of our past. Some peoples override this school mad job. French dive into medievalism and I think they are resurfacing. I think much has to be done in this matter. As if you are shame of your past you cannot have confidence in the future.

Ron Russell said...

I wrote this poem on the civil war some years ago, I'll pass it along HYDRALeonadis Polk walked stately on the KenesawMinutes before the cannon puffed whiteLater musket blue was everywhere.Then most men dropped to any log for shadow.Again July berries came fat and dark.True cumulus and August corn.The whole is mostly bits.Sherman stalked. Georgia got his cigar butts.Out of the Chatachoochee a huge rump of dirty blueReared to rend the greyback. Sherman smoked.Johnston got his spade and God.Dug. Prayed with his manuel.Glittering spits bathed wheezing camps.Sherman squatted.Affinity bares not the wilder game.Following Atlanta's flame Virginis burstwith dogwood pinkAnd heavy balls slid smoothly through the warm peach skin.Newest greens turned red and Gentle Leebled deep.Blue flanks and fore moved on. Shermanroared.Bits are halves of dreams.The horses stunk, the sweat, the blood,The roost of carrion brood. Melon rindAnd green broken pear lay.Hoofs thudded in the dust, dug in the clay,In mud and broke the sky in puddle, inriver, in creek;Fodder hung on jilted fence.Dreams are quartered with memory.

Unknown said...

What nationality are you? I am curious. Your last comment regarding a nation's confidence, is very poignant and I do believe that it will be America's mentality for my generation and that of my future children. I am a female, who never voted for George W. and protested his war against Iraq during my undergrad studies. I, too, believe that war is destructive to both ends. However, in some respects, I believe the shame many Americans feel over this hasty (and, now, seemingly endless) war will prevent our future generations and consequently administrations the confidence our nation will need should a war of global proportions occur.

Btw, BB, this is a wonderful blog and I'm glad I "stumbled" on it.
Thank you.