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Poem for Sunday


Astragaloi
By Mark Jarman


We know there must be consciousness in things,
  In bits of gravel pecked up by a hen
To grind inside her crop, and spider silk
  Just as it hardens stickily in air,
And even those things paralyzed in place,
  The wall brick, the hat peg, the steel beam
Inside the skyscraper, and lost, forgotten,
  And buried in ancient tombs, the toys and games.
Those starry jacks, those knucklebones of glass
  Meant for the dead to play with, toss and catch
Back of the hand and read the patterns of,
  Diversions to beguile the endless time,
Never to be picked up again. . . . They're thinking,
  Surely, all of them. They are lost in thought.

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From this morning's Poet's Choice column by Edward Hirsch in The Washington Post Book World. "Mark Jarman has a religious imagination. He treats poetry as a spiritual quest," writes Hirsch of To the Green Man, Jarman's latest volume of poetry. "He writes as an unorthodox but essentially Christian poet who embraces paradox and treats contradiction, to use Simone Weil's phrase, as a lever for transcendence....he is the son and grandson of preachers and has taken the running quarrel between his father, a rationalist, and his grandfather, a would-be mystic, into the secular realm of his poetry." (Astragaloi are knucklebones, or dice, used for divination, Hirsch explains.) The poetry "repeatedly turns to the insoluble mystery of God's eternal absence or omnipresence," and the poems Hirsch reproduces are stunning:

Fifth Psalm
By Mark Jarman


Lord of dimensions and the dimensionless,
Waves and particle, all and none,

Who lets us measure the wounded atom,
Who lets us doubt all measurement,

When in this world we betray you
Let us be faithful in another.

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From this morning's New York Times op-ed pages:

Harry Potter, Market Wiz
By Ilias Yocaris


The success of the Harry Potter series has provoked a lively discussion among French literary theorists about the novels' underlying message and the structure of Harry's school, Poudlard (Hogwarts). This article, which appeared last month in the French daily Le Monde, got particular attention, including an essay published in response arguing that Harry is an antiglobalist crusader.

NICE, France — With the Harry Potter series, J. K. Rowling has enchanted the world: the reader is drawn into a magical universe of flying cars, spells that make its victims spew slugs, trees that give blows, books that bite, elf servants, portraits that argue and dragons with pointed tails.

On the face of it, the world of Harry Potter has nothing in common with our own. Nothing at all, except one detail: like ours, the fantastic universe of Harry Potter is a capitalist universe.

Hogwarts is a private sorcery school, and its director constantly has to battle against the state as represented, essentially, by the inept minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge; the ridiculous bureaucrat Percy Weasley; and the odious inspector Dolores Umbridge.

The apprentice sorcerers are also consumers who dream of acquiring all sorts of high-tech magical objects, like high performance wands or the latest brand-name flying brooms, manufactured by multinational corporations. Hogwarts, then, is not only a school, but also a market: subject to an incessant advertising onslaught, the students are never as happy as when they can spend their money in the boutiques near the school. There is all sorts of bartering between students, and the author heavily emphasizes the possibility of social success for young people who enrich themselves thanks to trade in magical products.

The tableau is completed by the ritual complaints about the rigidity and incompetence of bureaucrats. Their mediocrity is starkly contrasted with the inventiveness and audacity of some entrepreneurs, whom Ms. Rowling never ceases to praise. For example, Bill Weasley, who works for the goblin bank Gringotts, is presented as the opposite of his brother, Percy the bureaucrat. The first is young, dynamic and creative, and wears clothes that "would not have looked out of place at a rock concert"; the second is unintelligent, obtuse, limited and devoted to state regulation, his career's masterpiece being a report on the standards for the thicknesses of cauldrons.

We have, then, an invasion of neoliberal stereotypes in a fairy tale. The fictional universe of Harry Potter offers a caricature of the excesses of the Anglo-Saxon social model: under a veneer of regimentation and traditional rituals, Hogwarts is a pitiless jungle where competition, violence and the cult of winning run riot.

The psychological conditioning of the apprentice sorcerers is clearly based on a culture of confrontation: competition among students to be prefect; competition among Hogwarts "houses" to win points; competition among sorcery schools to win the Goblet of Fire; and, ultimately, the bloody competition between the forces of Good and Evil.

This permanent state of war ends up redefining the role of institutions: faced with ever-more violent conflicts, they are no longer able to protect individuals against the menaces that they face everywhere. The minister of magic fails pitifully in his combat against Evil, and the regulatory constraints of school life hinder Harry and his friends in defending themselves against the attacks and provocations that they constantly encounter. The apprentice sorcerers are thus alone in their struggle to survive in a hostile milieu, and the weakest, like Harry's schoolmate Cedric Diggory, are inexorably eliminated.

These circumstances influence the education given the young students of Hogwarts. The only disciplines that matter are those that can give students an immediately exploitable practical knowledge that can help them in their battle to survive.

That's not astonishing, considering how this prestigious school aims to form, above all, graduates who can compete in the job market and fight against Evil. Artistic subjects are thus absent from Hogwarts's curriculum, and the teaching of social sciences is considered of little value: the students have only some tedious courses of history. It's very revealing that Harry finds them "as boring as Percy's reports cauldron-bottom report." In other words, in the cultural universe of Harry Potter, social sciences are as useless and obsolete as state regulation.

Harry Potter, probably unintentionally, thus appears as a summary of the social and educational aims of neoliberal capitalism. Like Orwellian totalitarianism, this capitalism tries to fashion not only the real world, but also the imagination of consumer-citizens. The underlying message to young fans is this: You can imagine as many fictional worlds, parallel universes or educational systems as you want, they will still all be regulated by the laws of the market. Given the success of the Harry Potter series, several generations of young people will be indelibly marked by this lesson.

Ilias Yocaris is a professor of literary theory and French literature at the University Institute of Teacher Training in Nice. This article was translated by The Times from the French.


boxer_ferret, who obviously believes in leading people astray, pointed out that the San Diego Maritime Museum has an online HMS Surprise collection from their store. *looks around innocently and waits for keychain to arrive*

Today depends entirely on the weather. We might take the kids to I, Robot if it continues rainy. Or we might go hiking again somewhere (Sugarloaf, as I failed to report last night, was hot and humid but very, very pretty, as it has been a damp summer and the leaves, where cicadas did not destroy them, are gorgeous glossy green).

Tomorrow the kids start two weeks of sports camp so they probably don't need the exercise as badly as I do. My younger son is really sick of yogurt, ravioli and soft foods; I hope he gets used to the braces quickly.
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