Geert Buelens - Everything to Nothing
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TO NOTHING
The Poetry of the Great War, Revolution
and the Transformation of Europe
GEERT BUELENS
TRANSLATED BY
DAVID McKAY
The translation of this book was funded by the Flemish Literature Fund
(Vlaams Fonds voor de Letteren flemishliterature.be)
First published in the English language by Verso 2015
Originally published as Europa Europa! Over de dichters van de Grote Oorlog
Ambo/Manteau 2008
Translation of Consolation by Anna Akhmatova Lydia Razran Stone 2012
Translation of 1917 by Carl Zuckmayer David Colmer 2014
All rights reserved
The moral rights of the author have been asserted
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ISBN-13: 978-1-78478-149-1 (PB)
eISBN-13: 978-1-78478-150-7 (US)
eISBN-13: 978-1-78478-151-4 (UK)
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Typeset in Fournier by MJ & N Gavan, Truro, Cornwall
Printed in the US by Maple Press
In memoriam Alfons Buelens (18941975),
1st Caribiniers Regiment, soldier of the Great War
Chauvinism is the constant threat to the survival of humanity.
Franz Pfempfert, Die Besessenen
(The Possessed), Die Aktion, 1 August 1914
Start of the Twentieth Century
I have now seen four icebergs.
Bertrand Russell, on an ocean voyage, June 1914
Let us praise life and not shy from grand words. Let us be like the retired naval architect who, writing from London in June 1914, struck a tone commensurate with his ambitions, his spirit, and his age. His Ode Triunfal (Triumphal Ode) is a paean to modern life, an exuberant, almost erotic celebration of the sensations excited by new vehicles, machines, factories and modes of communication in the mind of one sensitive and keenly perceptive poet. No longer will he sing of chirping crickets or the foul recesses of the human heart, but of the total autonomy of modern machinery, the hitherto inconceivable pleasures of city life, and the now of a new-fashioned world that is constantly starting afresh. Ah, he sighs, how Id love to be the pander of all this!
Bathed in this metropolitan glow, even political life, crime and the media acquire an unprecedented charm. Door-to-door salesmen are no longer mere peddlers, but errant knights of industry. Nor is the poet oblivious to the birth of consumerism (O useless items everyone wants to buy). Yet in this paradise framed in flickering neon, this immediate system of the Universe, he believes that something essential is coming to light. This man is a twentieth-century counterpart of Walt Whitman (181992). The pantheism of life on wheels is his theme, the New metallic and dynamic Revelation of God a deity not benign, but utterly amoral.
This life is decidedly not without violence and danger. But why should that trouble a poet who literally has no conscience? He hails not only new construction techniques, but also advances in the arms industry, waxing rhapsodic about tanks, cannons, machine-guns, submarines, flying machines. Railway crashes, mine collapses and shipwrecks are all in the game. He compares being torn to shreds by an engine to a woman submitting to ravishment. Yes, sexuality too will be transformed: Masochism through machines is his heated cry. He spurns reason and moderation, pursuing extreme experiences without bounds or scruples. Yet in contrast to his like-minded contemporaries the Italian Futurists, he does not call for the demolition of old buildings. Instead he extols the cathedrals of Europe, confessing his fervent desire to smash his head into one and be dragged off the street, bleeding like a pig, without anyone knowing who he is.
Is this modern man? Someone whose nerves are so tightly wound that he wants them to snap on his command when the time comes? From its opening lines, this ode acknowledges the dark side of the glorious new age: By the painful light of the factorys huge electric lamps / I write in a fever. Writing appears to be a way for the poet to soothe himself, a surrogate for the aggression that he investigates and contemplates in his work:
Hi-ya-ho revolutions here, there, and everywhere,
Constitutional changes, wars, treaties, invasions,
Outcries, injustice, violence, and perhaps very soon the end,
The great invasion of yellow barbarians across Europe,
And another Sun on the new Horizon!
The poet is not unenthusiastic about the coming apocalypse, but at the same time he puts these revolutionary changes into perspective. How significant are they, really, in the light of that ageless, ever-unfolding Moment that underpins the experience of modernity? He no longer has an inner life; his only consciousness is of the outer world, where he is coupled to every train, hoisted on every dock, and spun in the propellers of every ship. Hey! Im mechanical heat and electricity! / Hey! and the railways and engine rooms and Europe! Swept up and pulled along in the seething roar, he is finally reduced to wordless cries. Man has become machine.
But then the pace slackens after all:
Z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z!
Ah if only I could be all people and all places!
He calls this a Triumphal Ode? What a farce! Its nothing but a mental trip, a futuristic thought experiment that lands, with a thud, back in reality. This man was neither a machine nor the pimp of modern life. He was not Europe, not all people and all places. Nor was his vision of catastrophe part ecstatic, part impatient entirely unique. The author of this ode, lvaro de Campos, was composing idiosyncratic variations on themes sounded elsewhere in the European avant-garde. And, despite his defiant extremism, his words betrayed a certain ambivalence. But how could it be otherwise? De Camposs life, work, views and visions issued from the protean imagination of Fernando Pessoa (18881935). These lines were written not in London but in Lisbon, at the desk of a man who rarely left the city but constructed whole worlds in his head. Pessoa took Whitmans boast, I contain multitudes, literally, publishing not only under his own name, but also under a series of heteronyms. He invented names, backgrounds and bibliographies for them, as well as opinions about literature that showed some affinity with his own, but which he could not (or dared not) unequivocally embrace. The spring of 1914 saw the birth of the serene, pagan master poet Alberto Caeiro and his two followers, the discipline-obsessed neoclassicist Ricardo Reis, and the occasionally manic Futurist lvaro de Campos. That may sound like an arbitrary cacophony of voices, but their different strategies and methods were representative of almost every major current in European intellectual life.
Pessoas poetics may appear extreme, but the deliberate ambiguity on which they were based was far from exceptional at a time when hope and despair were vying for supremacy as were the great European powers, whose Cold War style conflicts and crises in places like Morocco (in 1905, 1907 and 1911), Bosnia-Herzegovina (in 1908, 1909 and 191213) and Turkey (1911) could just barely be confined to a regional scale or warded off through diplomatic manoeuvring. The Russians and, above all, the colonial superpower of Great Britain feared the new German nation with its drive for economic and territorial expansion. The French shared this fear but were also out for vengeance, intent on reclaiming the Alsace-Lorraine region they had lost in the shameful defeat of 1870. The strikingly militaristic German state thus had so many enemies that it clung to its strong ties with AustriaHungary. But the Dual Monarchy, sunk in its own arrogance, was so despised and menaced (both its own ethnic minorities and its neighbours in Italy, the Balkans and Russia were eager to see it partly or entirely dismantled) that it seemed certain to drag Germany into armed conflict. Power centres and arsenals were being expanded, alliances forged and tested. Many people sensed that this was a historic turning point.
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