Saturday, June 21, 2014

Greece As A Muse.


This post comes to you courtesy of the Chicago-based National Hellenic Museum, for it is the essay I prepared for NHM’s Annual Gala Commemorative Magazine, “Journey to the Greek Islands”—a glitzy first-rate affair, and that’s just the magazine!  The Gala took place May 31st as the central fundraising event for America’s only national institution dedicated to preserving, commemorating, and celebrating the enduring contributions of generations of Greek-Americans to the very fabric of national life.  Thank you, NHM, for this distinct honor and, thank you, Renee Pappas, for both the opportunity of contributing to your first rate publication and giving me something to post this week so that I might play uninterrupted with my visiting grandchildren (their parents in tow) during their own journey to the Greek islands.


The Muse is always with them; they live in a place of complete happiness in perpetual sunshine.  Those words are derived from the works of two legendary Greek poets separated by 2500 years: Pindaros, the lyric master of Greece’s Classic Golden Age, and George Seferis, a 20th Century, Nobel Prize winning giant.
George Seferis (1900-1971)
 
Pindar (522-443 BCE)


Each was speaking of Hyperborea, a mythical land somewhere beyond the north wind.  Sort of like Peter Pan’s Never Never Land, but different.


It’s not surprising that they wrote of such a place, for creative types are always searching for their Muse, and—except among the clinically depressed—for happiness and sunshine.  The artistic process is largely a solitary quest, lived out among the thoughts, anxieties, and instincts of the mind, so anything that helps bring about a visit from the Muse is as welcome as a pardon to the imprisoned.  

For writers, artists, and musicians in search of inspiration who don’t like cooling their heels waiting for some fickle muse to show up, or simply prefer finding one on their own, the trick is in knowing where to look.  To me the obvious suggestion is the same today as it was in Pindaros’ time back in 500 B.C.E., “Seek a place of sunshine and happiness and ye shall find your Muse.” 

Translation:  Go to Greece—even if it’s not as sunny and happy a place as it was a couple of millennia ago.



That’s not novel thinking on my part. It’s been that way practically forever.  Foreigners have always come to Greece to find their destiny.  Even Herodotus, “The Father of History,” who wrote Western literature’s seminal work on much of what our world knows of Ancient Greece and its times, was not born in Greece, but in the rival Persian Empire. He did not migrate to Greece until his late thirties where he composed most of The Histories. In what some might say was a nod of appreciation to what inspired Herodotus to create his opus, The Histories are divided into nine volumes, one named after each Muse.

For many, the first person that comes to mind when asked to name one among all the foreign cultural icons drawn to Greece to find their Muse is Lord Byron, the notorious romantic poet who gave his life to Greece’s War of Independence.  
 
Lord Byron
Less flamboyant, but no less inspired by Greece was Byron’s friend and fellow Romanticist, Percy Bysshe Shelley, who wrote, “We are all Greeks,” “Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts have their roots in Greece.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Those roots transplanted well. There is not a place on earth unaffected by the Muse that is Greece.  W.H. Auden, another legendary English-born poet perhaps put it best, “Had Greek Civilization never existed…we would never have become fully conscious.”

W.H. Auden
But for most mortals it is not the study of Greek history that brings fire to the creative experience; for that sort of magic to happen you must experience Greece first-hand.

I love sitting on a beach in the early morning taking in the smell of wild rosemary and thyme scented sea breezes, watching sunlight dance upon the water casting the sea in hues of silver, rose, and gold, popping distant islands into sight, and bouncing shades of blue across the sky to fire up a splash of green along a light-brown hillside, a shot of pink amid oleander green, a beige lizard against a gray wall, or a cresting wave of white against a deep blue sea.

But my favorite time of day is late afternoon, as light ranges across fields of ochre, gray, and black––framed in the stones and shadows of ancient walls lumbering up onto hillsides or sliding down toward the sea.  Those moments never fail to make me wonder how akin my own thoughts might be to those of ancients who looked out upon those same hills, seas, and sunsets so many thousands of years before.

How can one not find inspiration in such moments? And many have. 


Among the world’s literary masters, John Fowles wrote and set The Magus on Spetses; Lawrence Durrell’s life on Corfu, Rhodes, and Cyprus profoundly influenced all of his writing; Henry Miller, during a visit to his friend Durrell on Corfu, wrote “The light of Greece opened my eyes, penetrated my pores, expanded my whole being,” and penned what he considered his finest book, The Colossus of Maroussi; Louis De Bernieres’ Captain Corelli’s Mandolin brought Cephalonia to life for much of the world; Mark Twain, in The Innocents Abroad, the best selling travel book of all time, described 1867 Greece in far less than complimentary terms, but with observations of undoubted interest to students of Greece today (Chapters 32 and 33); and Patrick Leigh Fermor’s work showed his deep love and appreciation for all things Greek from before his days of service as a war hero on Crete through his final ones in Kardamyli close by his beloved Mani.  

Musicians of every genre have found their Muse in Greece.  Greek gods, heroes, and legends inspired operatic classics by the likes of Mozart, Offenbach, Handel, Gluck, Verdi, Rossini, and Gounod.  Others found musical inspiration though experiencing the Greek life:  Classic violinist and conductor Yehudi Menuhin had his love affair with Mykonos (one which I share), Joni Mitchell wrote and sang songs of her time spent on Crete, Leonard Cohen found his home on Hydra influencing his work, as did Rhodes and Pylion home owners Rick Wright and Roger Waters of Pink Floyd.


And when it comes to artists influenced by Greece, the list is endless.  One from centuries back who immediately comes to mind, even though he never travelled to Greece, is Eugene Delecroix for the sheer power of his depiction in The Massacre at Chios of the horror wrought upon that island during the War of Independence. In the 1950s and 1960s, photographer Henri Cartier Bresson captured the essence of Greece in black and white photos that give him claim to rival Apollo for the title god of light. But of all the modern lovers of Greece, no artist has charmed his Greek Muse more than American artist Thomas McKnight.  His instantly recognizable work introduced generations of non-Greeks to the land he’s called his spiritual home for more than forty years.  Today, more artists (including actors) are calling Greece home for at least part of each year, notably American artist Brice Marden on Hydra, and Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson of Antiparos.

Thomas McKnight

For those of you who don’t think “sunshine and happiness” are a sufficient explanation for why so many seek their Muse in Greece, I can offer you this observation by the distinguished psychologist James Hillman, “We return to Greece in order to rediscover the archetypes of our mind and of our culture.”  But instinctively I think the answer lay closer to the thinking of baseball philosopher Yogi Berra, “If you come to a fork in the road, take it.”

After all, that’s just about how author Truman Capote ended up spending the summer of 1958 on the island of Paros. He was soul searching.  He’d finished writing Breakfast at Tiffany’s earlier that year and was a year away from beginning work on In Cold Blood, and as his time on Paros drew to a close he wrote this line in a letter to his New York publisher, Bennett Cerf, “I’m leaving here in four days—sad, it has been a wonderful working-place.”

Truman Capote

Yes, the answer could be as simple as that.  Greece is just a wonderful place to create. 

Personally, I’d like to think there’s something deeper of a draw to this birthplace of the gods where the Iliad and the Odyssey still serve as travel guides for some. It’s not anything I can put my finger on, but I sense it’s out there, waiting for the right moment and the right person. Just look to the Book of Revelation. Whether you believe it’s a vision from on high or the inspiration of a man, there’s no denying its impact on the world for nearly two thousand years.

And it all began with one man sitting in a tiny cave on the island of Patmos, under a bright blue sky, on a hillside staring out across green fields and olive trees toward a sapphire sea laced with muted brown-green islands.

View from the Cave of Revelation, Patmos

I guess what I’m getting at is that what draws so many creative types to Greece is likely a question only God can answer definitively. All I know is that Greece works just fine as my Muse, and for that I’m eternally grateful.

Yiasas.

Jeff—Saturday


12 comments:

  1. Your wonderful piece brings many questions to mind. If you come to a fork in the road and you take it, will you not just be a fork thief? And will you then be doomed to forever search for a spoon in the road? Is a knife in the road better than a knife in the back? Or is 'fork' a euphemism for something else? Idle minds are inquiring minds... or is that an oxymoron? No, Jeff, be good with your grandchildren and resist the obvious reply to that straight-line.

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    1. I'm a firm believer in the ancient adage: "Give a man enough cutlery and he'll find his whey."

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  2. Thanks Jeff, that was very informative. I've always been more Yogi Bear than Yogi Berra....

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    1. That's because you're smarter than the average bear, Caro-Caro.

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  3. Reading your piece put me in a place akin to the Dream Time of Australia. Certainly not the landscape, but evoking dreaming, which is very creative. Seeing, and smelling the green bushes, and being enveloped by the senses. That's my Saturday perambulation. Just lovely!

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    1. Wow, I never thought I could do that. Thank you, Lil, and to think it was all inspired by Chicago...err at least a Chicago based, wonderful Institution. :)

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  4. A MESSAGE FROM LENNY KLEINFELD:

    Jeff--

    Just tried repeatedly on my desktop, then my iPad, to leave a comment. Every time I hit publish it went blank.

    What I wrote:

    One from the heart. Nicely done.

    Good on yer,
    Lenny

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    1. Aha, Lenny, my post had writers block.

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  5. By the way, for those of you who haven't done it yet, I wholeheartedly recommend clicking on the Joni Mitchell version of "Carey."

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  6. Wonderful piece, Jeff. I think I need to try writing about Botswana in Greece!

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    1. Thanks, Michael, and vice-versa for sure! And hopefully soon.

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