Poets' Corner

Number Twenty Seven : 15th February 2016



Samuel Johnson

The Age of Enlightenment , when men of science sought to illuminate every hitherto-obscure secret of Nature with their air-pumps , microscopes , prisms , chronometers and chemical balances. A time when "Reason with her brightest ray poured on misty Doubt resistless day" , a time for savants in frock coats and powdered wigs. Newton , Kant and Hume. Leibnitz , Voltaire and Diderot. Credulity , superstition and hearsay would soon be back-pedalling into the mists of time whence they arose. It was presented in our school history classes as a period of great British achievements, with its blacksmith inventors and blind turnpike builders , gentlemen agronomists and economic philosophers , eccentric bridge-builders and mining surveyors. We drew cross-section views of the new turnpike roads' structure , diagrams of Hargreaves’ Jenny and Crompton’s Mule. After that it was on to Turnip Townshend’s four-crop rotation system and old Jethro Tull.

On the social front , haughty landowning wealth co-existed with bare subsistence for over half the population. Wigs and Whigs , breeches and stockings , buckled shoes and three-cornered hats. Gambling dens , pleasure gardens and coffee houses. Highwaymen , smugglers , child labour , public executions. If we want to tune into the accent of this lost time , the man for us is Samuel Johnson. Lexicographer , poet , essayist , biographer , journalist and Homo Scribens of the age. Curiously for a chap who enjoys an almost Shakespearean rank in the academic world , he is so little-known among the general public that when a number of them were asked who Johnson was , some wondered if he was a boxer , a drug-taking Canadian sprinter , or a Conservative MP. Burroughs observes that “a Johnson is not a malicious , snooping , interfering , self-righteous , trouble making person who is good to have on your team.” To illustrate this Johnson's style , we have selected some lines from his long poem The Vanity of Human Wishes. Note the italicised line , ye veterans of the Glastonbury main stage.

Enlarge my life with a multitude of days,
In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays;
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know
That life protracted is protracted woe ….
Year chases year, decay pursues decay,
Still drops some joy from withering life away;
New forms arise, and different views engage,
Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage,
Till pitying Nature signs the last release,
And bids afflicted worth retire to peace.

After his friend Boswell drew his character in The Life of Johnson (1) as an eccentric conservative , a great literary arbiter and truculent member of a famous dining club , this image of him has persevered at the expense of other aspects of his personality. One of his essays , titled The Itch of Writing Universal , ponders the reason for it. “nor can I discover, whether we owe it to the influences of the constellations, or the intemperature of seasons: whether the long continuance of the wind at any single point, or intoxicating vapours exhaled from the earth, have turned our nobles and our peasants, our soldiers and traders, our men and women, all into wits, philosophers, and writers. He is sometimes a deft comedian. For Johnson , no place afforded “a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes than a public library” and for us , the same office is fulfilled by the internet. We google and ramble like lost souls in purgatory , adrift from our moorings and , despite all the social media we might compulsively wallow in , we’re as privately lonely as Robinson Crusoe on his island. Johnson remarked of the plot of Cymbeline that it was impossible to criticise unresisting imbecility. Here is the appropriate response to those who broadcast their opinions on the vacuous stretches of social media , whose unresisting imbecility is all there is to it.



(1) Boswell was a morbid and vain fornicator and drunkard. He is one of so many who emphatically demonstrate that in art , private lives don't matter. Only the work matters.



Archive

Poets' Corner #1 – Poetic Pessimism, 13th September 2012

Poets' Corner #2 – The Workman's Friend, 10th October 2012

Poets' Corner #3 – On The Trail of Two Dylans, 12th November 2012

Poets' Corner #4 – Omar Khayyam, 14th December 2012

Poets' Corner #5 – William Blake, 25th January 2013

Poets' Corner #6 – A Minor Poet, 19th February 2013

Poets' Corner #7 – Thomas Hardy, 20th March 2013

Poets' Corner #8 – Shakespeare's Sonnets, 21st April 2013

Poets' Corner #9 – Edward Thomas, 20th May 2013

Poets' Corner #10 – Harry Smith's Anthology, 19th June 2013

Poets' Corner #11 – William Plomer, 21st July 2013

Poets' Corner #12 – Ghosts , 20th August 2013

Poets' Corner #13 – William Dunbar, 20th September 2013

Poets' Corner #14 – Bathtub Thoughts, 20th October 2013

Poets' Corner #15 – Bagpipe Music, 20th November 2013

Poets' Corner #16 – Sylvia & Emily, 20th December 2013

Poets' Corner #17 – The Fall Of Icarus, 16th January 2014

Poets' Corner #18 – Those Gone Before, 20th February 2014

Poets' Corner #19 – Rudyard Kipling, 20th March 2014

Poets' Corner #20 – Martin Bell, 20th April 2014

Poets' Corner #21 – Another Modest Proposal, 20th May 2014

Poets' Corner #22 – Thomas Gray and The Eighteenth Century, 20th June 2014

Poets' Corner #23 – Edgar Allan Poe, 18th July 2014

Poets' Corner #24 – Tread Softly, 19th August 2014

Poets' Corner #25 – Mad To Be Saved, 24th December 2015

Poets' Corner #26 – Wants, 20th January 2016