jackofallgeeks: (Contemplative)
John Noble ([personal profile] jackofallgeeks) wrote2007-08-05 01:28 pm

A few thoughts on Life and Love

So, I was at Mass this morning, and during his homily the priest made a reference to a poem by William Blake, "The Little Black Boy." In particular, he noted that in the poem the black boy's mother says, "And we are put on earth a little space/That we may learn to bear the beams of love," and he went on to explain that the meaning of life, as he believes and as Blake puts it, is to experience love.

I think that through his homily he had the right idea, but when he stated his conclusion he missed the mark; I think he misinterpreted "bear the beams of love." I'm no English major, I've never seen the poem before, and I certainly never spoke to Blake himself, but I don't think the sense is meant to be "experience the rays of love" but rather, "to uphold the structure of love." It says a couple things about me, I guess. First, that I think life is meant to be active, not passive; we aren't meant to just experience things, but to be a part of them, to do things. If we're all just sitting back experiencing love, who's the one providing it? But it also speaks to the fact that I think love is hard, that it takes effort to love and, in fact, that it takes effort to be loved.

Analyze me through that as you wish, but I think it holds.

[identity profile] circuit-four.livejournal.com 2007-08-05 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I haven't read the poem either, but I think I'm much more inclined to support your interpretation -- both on semantic and philosophical grounds. You might not care much for his socialistic worldview, but you might appreciate some of the similar ideas advanced in Erich Fromm's Art of Loving. I personally couldn't get past his Freudian anti-BDSM and anti-gay attitudes -- which I admit were reasonable for his time, the 1950's -- but he's got a lovely thesis about modern people tend to treat love like a commodity that you accumulate, but it's really more like a skill that you must devote yourself to practice in order for it to be very meaningful...

[identity profile] jackofallgeeks.livejournal.com 2007-08-05 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, actually it struck me as I was listening to the priest talk. He did a bit more build-up beforehand, and a line or two before the boy's mother points at the sun and says, "That is God, giving away his heat and light." So, from a strictly literal reading "bear the beams" means to experience the rays. I've never thought much of any poem that was only ever strictly literal, though, and I'd give Blake more credit than that. When he quoted the line I thought, "OK, he's going with the 'uphold the structure of love' angle," because that's the only interpretation of the line I thought reasonable. I was surprised when he took the literal reading.

I might have to check out this Art of Love thing, just to see what he says. Loving is, I think, pretty obviously a skill to be honed. I think it's a skill our society is generally rather poor at, most probably because love is seen as another "thing," as our society so loves things. (Overloaded the word in question, damn.)

[identity profile] surichan.livejournal.com 2007-08-08 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
As Massive Attack said:

Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word...

[identity profile] otakulk.livejournal.com 2007-08-12 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I agree, I think he got it wrong. Though more and more I find that homilies arn't nearly as inspirational or thoughtful as I think they should be. ::Queue quote from The Boondock Saints:: Now that was a good homily! I think that priests should have to take storytelling classes as part of seminary school. I am sure they do public speaking, but they need to learn how to make it mean something. I find homilies kind of dry. There are basically three kinds I have found:

1) Lets analyze todays gospel, not really analyze it though, just a top layer analysis Dan Brown Style.
2) With today's internet god is disappearing
3) I once met a man who was tired with his marriage, he had to find god....

Needless to say, it get a bit boring. Father Duffy tells the same story each year at Christimas Eve mass at Saint Judes. He was on a bus to Wilkes-Barre.... Anyway, its a huge joke in our family. Then, more recently, I realized that the other priests repeated homilies as well. Now this is all fine and good, if they were good to begin with, by all means milk your good material, but only if its a healthy cow.