Posted by Jacob T. Levy:

Czeslaw Milosz

   Other than [1]Michael Young over at Hit & Run, very little
   blog-reaction so far to the [2]death of Czeslaw Milosz at 93. (One of
   the century's great anti-Communists, democrats, defenders of
   intellectual freedom, and poets seemed like a natural candidate for an
   outpouring of blog-obits: [3]Oxblog? [4]Crescat? [5]MR? Eugene?) So
   instead of reading the pieces I'd expected to be reading right now,
   I'll write a bit of my own. [6]The Captive Mind is certainly Milosz'
   most important prose work. Not only is it powerful and compelling; it
   was also importantly early, a fact that I think has been
   underappreciated in the past couple of decades. This 1953 book was so
   long before The Gulag Archipelago or Vaclav Havel's essays or
   Solidarity's demonstrations or John Paul II's and Ronald Reagans
   speeches, so long before the fall of Communism itself, that it has
   been a bit obscured in our retrospective sense of history. But Milosz
   understood, and explained, the relationship between Communist states
   and art and ideas just a handful of years after Poland had become one.
   For this he received considerable scorn from the French intellectual
   elite who surrounded him after his defection in Paris. And, as a poet
   with early sympathies for socialism rather than an economist or
   theologian or politician, he never acquired the kind of natural
   constituency in the west who would keep the memory of his contribution
   alive. For idiosyncratic reasons, I was even more affected by his
   extraordinary autobiography, [7]Native Realm. It does a remarkable job
   at evoking the polyglot world of eastern Europe before the age of
   nation-states, and of the swirling intellectual waters of the interwar
   years, as nationalism, religion, and ideology competed to provide the
   organizing disciplines of thought and belief in the region. It excels
   as a way to help the reader understand the history of the twentieth
   century as well as being a fascinating autobiography in its own right.
   Those who liked the movie [8]Sunshine will appreciate Native Realm.
   Most important, of course, is poetry. Milosz wrote the following on
   his 1989 visit to Vilnius. City of My Youth It would be more decorous
   not to live. To live is not decorous, Says he who after many years
   Returned to the city of his youth. There was no one left Of those who
   once walked these streets And now they had nothing, except his eyes.
   Stumbling, he walked and looked, instead of them, On the light they
   had loved, on the lilacs again in bloom. His legs were, after all,
   more perfect Than nonexistent legs. His lungs breathed in air As is
   usual with the living. His heart was beating, Surprising him with its
   beating, in his body Their blood flowed, his arteries fed them with
   oxygen. He felt, inside, their livers, spleens, intestines.
   Masculinity and femininity, elapsed, met in him And every shame, every
   grief, every love. If ever we accede to enlightenment, He thought, it
   is in one compassionate moment When what separated them from me
   vanishes And a shower of drops from a bunch of lilacs Pours on my
   face, and hers, and his, at the same time. I don't yet see many
   newspaper obituaries online. The Times' obituary is really very good,
   balancing poetry, politics, biography, and a sense of his own voice.
   [9]Le Monde's is much less good, which is a surprise since Le Monde is
   usually much better than the NYT at covering artists and
   intellectuals. But Le Monde leaves out any mention of why Milosz left
   Paris for Berkeley, or of his scorn for Communist-sympathizing French
   intellectuals. I think of Milosz as embodying the European twentieth
   century to an almost unparalleled degree, not only because
   Poland-Lithuania was the crucible for so much of it, and not only
   because he wrote poems about events form the destruction of the Warsaw
   ghetto (which he witnessed) to European inaction on Bosnia in the
   1990s, but because he wrote first-hand of the world lost in 1914-1918,
   and yet lived to return from exile after 1989. He was rare in the
   degree of his ties to and understanding of central Europe, western
   Europe, and the United States. Czeslaw Milosz, 1911-2004. R.I.P.

References

   1. http://www.reason.com/hitandrun/006461.shtml#006461
   2. http://www.nytimes.com/2004/08/15/obituaries/15milosz.html
   3. http://oxblog.blogspot.com/
   4. http://www.crescatsententia.org/
   5. http://www.marginalrevolution.com/marginalrevolution/
   6. http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0679728562/jacotlevy-20
   7. http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0374528306/jacotlevy-20
   8. http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005ALMM/jacotlevy-20
   9. http://www.lemonde.fr/web/article/0,[EMAIL PROTECTED],36-375605,0.html

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