Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Barbarossa waking












[This post was written quickly, out of a desire to kick around an interpretation of a text which fascinated me, and is therefore very provisional. Alternative interpretations are welcome in the comments box...]

The disaster that struck Christchurch a week and a half ago has prompted memories and discussions of the Hawkes Bay earthquake of February the 3rd 1931, which killed more than two hundred and fifty people and levelled the towns of Napier and Hastings. A number of histories of the quake of 1931 have been written over the decades, and the miracle that is the Papers Past website allows internet users to read about the disaster and its aftermath in contemporary issues of the Evening Post.

Literature, though, offers us different, and perhaps differently useful, ways to consider the great quake of 1931. One of the strangest and most powerful literary responses to the disaster came from Hubert Witheford, a man who seldom figures as more than a footnote in histories of New Zealand culture.

Born in 1921, a year before Hone Tuwhare and Kendrick Smithyman, Witheford founded and ran a little magazine called Arachne, which attempted to disturb the conventions of postwar New Zealand society by publishing translations of Sartre and Louis-Ferdinand Celine, along with the work of a circle of young Wellington writers. Arachne's editor had strong views on politics as well as literature, and these need to be understood if his response to the Hawkes Bay quake is to be appreciated.

Most Kiwi intellectuals of Witheford's generation felt a tension between a commitment to the left and a commitment to what we might call high culture. On the one hand, intellectuals benefited from the expansion of the state that occurred under the first Labour government, an expansion which was more or less accepted by subsequent governments. Labour had established a range of institutions - a national public radio network, a real national library, a symphony orchestra, a pension for writers, and so on - which made the lives of intellectuals easier. Labour had also encouraged, as part of events like the 1940 National Centennial, the notion of a distinctive New Zealand identity and culture that was so dear to many mid-century Kiwi intellectuals.

Because of their very success, though, Labour and its allies on the left often seemed complicit in the insularity and philistinism of mainstream New Zealand society. Postwar New Zealand, with its new suburbs of identikit homes, its worship of the trinity of 'rugby, racing, and beer', its moral conservatism and damaging taboos about sex, and its suspicion of 'snobbish' pursuits like literature, music, and painting, seemed like an unwelcoming place for many intellectuals, and inspired denunciations like Bill Pearson's famous essay 'Fretful Sleepers' and James K Baxter's sequence of poems Pig Island Letters.

Hubert Witheford seems to have been unusually free of conflicted feelings towards the left, and towards the welfare state society the left had helped create. In writings for Arachne and in a number of other texts he produced in the '50s, he uses the most vituperative language and imagery available to condemn the 'humanitarian ethic' he identifies with the left, and with modern New Zealand and Western society in general.

To Witheford, who seems to have suffered from the same intense nostalgia for an idealised pre-industrial society as writers like TS Eliot and Evelyn Waugh, 'humanitarianism', with its materialism, its rationalism, its faith in the possibility of historical progress, and its belief in action by the state to improve the world, is a poor substitute for the 'fiery core' of old-fashioned, irrational religion. Humanitarianism necessitates, Witheford claimed in one of his articles for Arachne, a 'battle' for 'national booty' between 'well-fed pressure groups'. Because humanitarianism leads to conflict, and ultimately to social disintegration, Witheford believes it is complicit in the appalling violence of the twentieth century. In a sentence which must have raised eyebrows in 1950s New Zealand, Witheford confessed to Arachne's readers that he could not look at the 'trim state housing settlements' of his country without remembering 'that they imply the atomic bomb'.

Witheford's attacks on the various manifestations of the creed of humanitarianism could be witty, as well as vituperative. In his book Don't Let it Get to You: memories and documents, John O'Shea recalls a hoax that he and Witheford perpetrated on left-wing film fans in the late 1940s. Irritated by the popularity of movies which trumpeted the alleged achievements of the Soviet Union and the 'people's democracies' established in Eastern Europe after World War Two, O'Shea and Witheford published a spoof article called 'The Film in Albania' in the bulletin of the Wellington Film Society. Parodying the language of Stalinist culture-bureaucrats, the two men described a series of non-existent works by a non-existent uber-proletarian Albanian director, as well as the tumultuous welcome one of these movies had supposedly received:

There are many delightful touches of earthy humour in this film. The little audience of workers with whom I saw it roared for minutes on end at the scenes in which the old man's little grandson trips up the landlords' agent so that he falls, head downwards, into the village latrine...

The authors of 'The Film in Albania' were pleased when they learned that their piece had been piously reprinted in several prestigious overseas film journals.

Witheford's quest for the 'fiery core' of religious belief led him in some odd directions. O'Shea recalls that his old friend liked to go 'grasshopping among gurus' by reading works by PD Ouspensky and George Gurdijeff, Russian 'spiritual scientists' who rejected empirical inquiry and discourse in favour of intuitions, trances, and visions, and who built up private cosmologies composed of numerous angels, demons, and astral beings. O'Shea thinks that Witheford's fascination with the work of Ouspensky and Gurdijeff was part of a deliberate 'flight from reason' on his part.

Witheford settled permanently in Britain after 1956, getting a job in the civil service and losing some of his connections to the New Zealand literary scene. He had produced a couple of slim, beautifully-printed, poorly-reviewed books of poetry before leaving his homeland, and he continued to write the occasional poem after resettling. To his chagrin, though, he found that many of these short, usually splenetic pieces relied for their subject matter on memories of the dreary country he had left behind.

One of Witheford's backward-looking poems was 'Barbarossa', which was published in his 1968 book A Native, Perhaps Beautiful:

Barbarossa

Addiction to the exceptional event -
That flaw
In something like
My Childhood Days in X,
And fault-line - as from the Aleutians
Down the Pacific to where I was when
It opened wide one day when I was ten.

The town-hall whistle blows. It's five
To twelve. Now homewards, slow,
Turning a legend like a stone, sea-worn,
Red-streaked. The bearded Emperor in the German cave
Sits in his armour; when will he wake and go
Clanking into the light to lead his hordes?

The gutters heave.
Upon the rumbling ground
I balance. I sit down.
A stop to stories of the death of kings.
I watch the telegraph
Poles. A great hand plucks the strings.

Upon the other coast Napier, too, sways
Most irrevocably: flames. Looters are shot
By landing parties near the gutted shops.
Half a hill
Split on the coast-road; squashed in their ancient Fords
The burghers sit there still.


'Barbarossa' is not, on the face of it, a particularly difficult poem. The poet remembers how his ten year-old self was walking home, pondering the legend of the medieval German ruler Frederick Barbarossa, when he felt the shock waves from the faraway Hawkes Bay earthquake. After recalling the 'heaving gutters' and trembling telegraph wires that the quake caused in Wellington, Witheford turns his attention to Napier, where the disaster claimed more than one hundred and sixty lives.

Witheford's account of the 1931 earthquake contains clear allusions to the legend which gathered around Barbarossa in the centuries after the monarch's death in 1190. Remembering Barbarossa's abilities as both a fighter and a thinker and his success in uniting several German fiefdoms into the Holy Roman Empire, German nationalists spread the story that the great leader did not really die, but instead retired to a cave in the Kyffhauser hills of Thuringia, deep in the 'green heart' of Germany, to sleep. When the time was right, the legend-mongers claimed, the emperor would wake, emerge from his cave, and lead an army against the enemies of Germans. In the nineteenth century Bismarck used Barbarossa as a symbol of the newly-united German nation, raising an enormously ugly monument to the emperor in the Kyffhausers. In 1941 Hitler named his invasion of the Soviet Union Operation Barbarossa.

When he writes of a 'great hand' plucking 'the strings' of telegraph poles, Witheford raises the possibility that the 'fault line opening' across the Pacific might symbolise the stirring of Barbarossa. When he describes the 'burghers' of Napier 'squashed in their ancient Fords' under half a hillside, the poet invites a comparison between the armour-clad emperor in his cave and these armour-clad victims of the 1931 quake. When CK Stead reviewed A Native, Perhaps Beautiful for Landfall in 1968, he quoted 'Barbarossa' in full, and discussed it in some detail. Stead included his review of Witheford in his 1982 collection In the Glass Case: essays on New Zealand Literature, and used it again in his 2002 book Kin of Place: essays on 20 New Zealand writers.

After noting the apparent allusions to Barbarossa in Witheford's poem, Stead asks how many of them are 'deliberate', and wonders whether their motivation and significance might possibly be grasped. Stead decides that we cannot say with confidence that the allusions are deliberate, and he warns against trying too hard to interpret them, claiming that:

though...a 'full' reading of the poem will notice these parallels, one cannot insist that a 'correct' reading will make just so much, or just so little, of them. The strength of the poem is the degree to which it is governed by an actual event...

There are a couple of problems with Stead's response to 'Barbarossa'. His claim that we cannot be certain whether the allusions to Barbarossa in the description of the quake of 1931 are deliberate seems absurd, given the poem's title, and given Witheford's intellectual interests and personal connections.

At about the same time that Witheford was writing 'Barbarossa', his old and close friend Peter Munz was working on the book that would be published in 1969 under the title Frederick Barbarossa: a Study in Medieval Politics. Munz, a German-Jewish historian and philosopher who escaped from Nazi Europe to New Zealand, where he built a distinguished career at Victoria University, seems to have embodied, for Witheford and for a number of his other friends, the sophisticated European intellectual and cultural tradition that mid-century New Zealand was so lacking. As we shall soon see, Witheford's friendship with Munz ensured that he was very familiar with the story of Barbarossa.

It is necessary to counter Stead's claim that the details of 'Barbarossa' are 'governed' - ie, necessitated and justified - by the 'actual event' of February the 3rd 1931, and that attempts to give them some wider import are thereby misguided. Stead appears unaware that Witheford's poem is in certain places quite inconsistent with the facts of the 1931 earthquake. Witheford writes, for instance, about 'looters' being shot by 'landing parties near the gutted shops' of Napier. A navy sloop named the HMS Veronica was anchored in Napier harbour when the earthquake struck the city, and quickly sent ashore a party of crew to help clear rubble and search for survivors. The landing party from the Veronica did not, however, encounter, let alone shoot, any looters in the ruins of Napier. Witheford has invented this detail of his poem. Witheford also appears to have invented his poem's buried Ford-drivers.

If the details of 'Barbarossa' aren't dictated by the simple facts of what happened on February the 3rd 1931, as CK Stead claims, how can we explain them? What principle underlies Witheford’s selections and inventions? I want to answer these questions provisionally by suggesting that Frederick Barbarossa represented, to Witheford, the origins of a certain ideology, and that, consciously or unconsciously, Witheford's poem uses Barbarossa and the 1931 quake to symbolise the baleful consequences that he thought this ideology had produced in the twentieth century.

As we have seen, Witheford believed that modern societies, with their rationalism, their belief in progress, and - sometimes - their state-sponsored 'humanitarianism', are inferior to older societies in which the 'fiery core of religion' shaped beliefs and behaviour. Witheford argued that the apparently enlightened features of modern societies - the state housing programme of New Zealand, for example - were not opposed to, but actually obscurely dependent upon, uglier features of the modern world like the nuclear bomb. Witheford attempted to replace modern ways of thinking with a 'flight from reason' that led him toward the mystical systems of Guridijeff and Ouspensky.

Witheford's views did not always meet with approval, even amongst his friends. In a memoir called 'Ourselves When Young', John O'Shea recalled how Witheford would treat a reluctant Peter Munz to lectures about the strange doctrines of his Russian 'gurus'. Munz, who had learned a distrust for metaphysical speculation from his famous teachers Wittgenstein and Popper, would refuse to play Witheford's game:

When Hubert...ventured into the realms of the mystical teachers...Peter would nod his head sagely and silently. After a decent pause, he would slowly begin discussing the medieval procedures of customs administration, or how Frederick Barbarossa threaded his way between the rivalries of the Welfen and Hohenstaufen families.

Why would Munz counterpose Frederick Babrarossa to Witheford's gurus, as a topic for discussion? It is not only that Barbarossa, as a real, documented historical figure, could be the subject of a reasonably orderly, down-to-earth discussion, in a way that the demons and astral beings posited by Guridijeff and Ouspensky could not be. Despite or because of the fact that he lived in an age of supersition and chaos, Barbarossa represented, for Munz, a model of the practical and rational, if not necessarily likeable, political leader. Munz's biography of the emperor was intended to dispose of the myths that had enveloped him, and to reveal him, not as some sort of chthonic nationalist, but as an 'astute and flexible politician'. I want to suggest that, for Witheford, Munz's Barbarossa was a leader who prefigured, in his calculative thinking as well as his enthusiasm for extending state power, key political actors of the modern world. Munz wanted to absolve Barbarossa of any mystical connection with the ideologies of Bismarck and Hitler; for a man with Witheford's unusual presuppositions, though, Munz's interpretation of Barbarossa may actually have demonstrated that the emperor was a precursor to these and other modern leaders.

We might perhaps compare Witheford's conception of Barbarossa to the picture of King Offa, the medieval ruler famous for building a great dyke along the Welsh-English border, in Geoffrey Hill's masterful poem-sequence Mercian Hymns. In Hill's hands, Offa is a man able and willing to put a precise economic value on every one of his subjects, and every piece of his kingdom. With his coldness and his calculative mode of thought, he resembles some of the worst rulers of the modern era:

Offa Rex resonant with silver...

Exactness of design was to deter imitation; mutilation if that failed. Exemplary metal, ripe for commerce. Value from a sparse people, scrapers of salt-pans and byres.

Swathed bodies in the long ditch; one eye upstaring. It is safe to presume, here, the king's anger. He reigned forty years. Seasons touched and retouched the soil.


In Witheford's poem, the Hawkes Bay earthquake - part of a 'fault' (the pun is surely deliberate) which has opened across the globe - perhaps symbolises the violent disorder that is, Witheford believed, an inevitable byproduct of modern societies. By February 1931, the Great Depression was in full swing, fascists and communists were fighting on the streets of Germany, Japan was preparing to invade Manchuria, and Spain was beginning its long descent into Civil War. Even small, relatively stable New Zealand was on the brink of a series of riots fuelled by unemployment and hunger. The ultimate act of modern horror would be the carefully planned, minutely documented extermination of six million Jews by the Nazi regime. This horror would begin in earnest a decade and a few months after the Hawkes Bay quake, when Hitler would launch the disastrous military adventure he named after Barbarossa. I want to suggest that Witheford was able to move so easily and so unapologetically between real details of the earthquake of 1931 and inventions like the shot looters and the buried Ford-owners because the quake served in his mind as an analogue for the human disasters of the 1930s and '40s. When he mentions the looting of shops and the execution of looters, Witheford makes us think of the proletarian unrest unleashed by the Great Depression, and of the lethal response to this unrest. His reference to the Napier bourgeoisie being buried in their Fords - popular symbols, in the 1930s, of modernity and affluence - may remind us that the wars and chaos of 1930s and ‘40s also sometimes took a toll on the wealthier strata of Western societies, and in some places destroyed these strata completely.

CK Stead thought 'Barbarossa' the most compelling poem in A Native, Perhaps Beautiful; I think it the best poem in any of Witheford's books. In 'Barbarossa' the narrow, eccentric, and rather misanthropic worldview which makes many of Witheford's texts uninterestingly negative allows him to find a symbol for the darkest decades of the twentieth century in the real and imagined details of an earthquake in a province of an obscure country on the edge of the world.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

'the narrow, eccentric, and rather misanthropic worldview which makes many of Witheford's texts uninterestingly negative'

What about this one?

FALLS FROM THE WINGS OF NIGHT

The idiot voices blabbing in my ear
Issue, alas, from no incarnate fools
And it is to their stories I retire
When dark and silence purge my universe.
O silence, silence, to what stark extremes
We, in your arms, collapse.
Garish your sofas, sleep, and spry yout apes!
Darkness, how talkative your goblins are!

pg 13, The Lightning Makes a Difference, 1962

3:29 pm  
Blogger Richard said...

Witheford - he was in the early Curnow's 60s collection and I see in Vincent O'Sullivans' collection of 1970 there are 12 poems (more poems) including Barbarossa - another find Scott! This is a great analysis or essay. I think you are pretty right. Although there are always other interpretations of poems. I think his bitterness is overdone...but he had some points.

You do this kind of summation or unearthing so well. You 'should' send it to Landfall or something such as the the PN Review you could and should be be paid well for these things (reviews , insights etc) you do on literature and history etc. Published Celine and Sartre! In my little old NZ...

In a deep sense we are (partly) a product of the technology and "progress" hat also produced the atomic bomb so in deep way there is a connection... we could all be seen to be responsible for Hitler's Germany ...but the wider view of history shows Barbarossa to have been a deeper man it seems...there re similar revisons of the so-called barbarians who surrounded Rome the Vatican originally suppressed or distorted it but they were far less "vandals" and "wreckers than is believed...Nietzsche's views were distorted, Wagner was great artist but he wrote anti-Semitic writings which caused a rift with Nietzsche (whose ideas were distorted by his sister and the Nazis) so the more pragmatic ideas of these philosophers would have been seen by Munz -he has deeper view but Witheford has a lot of insight. I think Stead was in error in his interpretation. It is a good poem, like some of Smithyman's but less complex perhaps. But like Smithyman he "teaches" by digging out what might be to many (myself)) this historical figure of Barbarossa...I only knew of Operation Barbarossa.
yes the fault from the Aleutians -double (or more) meaning (s) - the Pacific plate and the rift in human relations...the problematic nature of humanism and humanitarianism. (Sometimes related but different concepts) But taken too far this becomes nihilism...but very interesting.

Did Smithy know Witheford?

1:59 am  
Blogger Richard said...

Good connection to Hill also.

2:06 am  
Blogger maps said...

Hi Richard,

Smithyman knew Witheford, but I'm not sure if he was very keen on what Witheford was doing. Here are some excerpts from a review of Witheford's book The Lightning Makes a Difference - the one that awful poem 'Falls from the Wings of Night' has been excerpted from -
which Smithyman wrote for Comment magazine in 1962:

'The Lightning Makes a Difference is said, on the jacket, to be about 'loss, and/or discovery, of meaning'. Something so portentous may seem to you, as it does to me, rather likely to put a reader off unless he was cultivated a taste for the Absolute...

Mr Witheford is still given to juggling the significance of significances. Hints, omens, portents, and auguries will not guarantee that whatever a poem may signify will come clear to the reader...

Witheford has grown...rewardingly freer in his wit. This is welcome, but again one comes back to the question of rightness of judgment and even to questioning the validity of some figures. For instance, it is no qubble to challenge the rightness of:

'In nations or my friends split from its bud
Ruin - that white ranunculus - I touch.
But how to mark the ripples that convey
In slow expansion my own life away?

This is the complete poem...Why, one asks, is ruin a white ranunculus, and how do the ripples relate to the ruin, how are nations or friends disgorged from a bud? It is all very mystifying...'

To be fair, Smithyman does have some positive things to say - and we might also ask whether he was in any position to accuse another poet of obscurity!

My problem is that I found 'Barbarossa' before any other Witheford poem, thanks to Stead's essay, and then went looking for more of his work, and couldn't find anything halfway as good.

9:48 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

CK Stead always looks so grumpy.

4:57 pm  
Blogger Richard said...

I looked at some of his poems - I thought they were interesting. Some a little obscure but some like 'Snow' have an intriguing language use. Somewhat crptic (which, as you say, is or can be Smithyman also of course..!)

'Barbarossa' is in some ways like a Smithyman poem. I see Stead's view also as valid. The reader cant know at first what Witheford is writing about (completely) and all poems have degrees of ambiguity, and ways of interpretation. As Smithyman knew of course.

'Anonymous' says Stead looks grumpy. Well, we all have to look some thing! I think he is o.k. At In 1968 I heard his lectures about Eliot etc. He is a world expert on Pound and Eliot - I thought his book 'The New Poetic' was very helpful and insightful (for me in any case as a twenty year old) in grappling with the mysteries of Eliot's 'The Waste Land' etc

But he "jokes" about the book as much as in a parallel way Micheal Morrissey almost disowns his "The New Poetic" - a great book.

Stead's essays are great also - especially ones (say) about his meeting some old lady in some strange and wild part of Southern England or someone - someone who knew someone one and so on - I could never understand (literally) what Jack was talking about when he criticized Stead's essay about Smithy...but Jack has a massive and "mithy mind"!

Jack as done another book as you probably know so another launch for Titus!

Ricketts et al have done a book about poetry writing which I might go in and try to get tomorrow night (as it sounds interesting -in some ways as interesting to hear about writers (their ideas, lives etc) as to hear or see there work! If not more so..) if I don't fold and stay in as I usually do...get my usual attack of inertia...

10:27 pm  

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