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ΡΩΜΙΟΣΥΝΗ (απόσπασμα)

IV

Τράβηξαν ολόισια στην αυγὴ με την ακαταδεξιὰ του ανθρώπου που πεινάει,
μέσα στ᾿ ασάλευτα μάτια τους είχε πήξει ένα άστρο
στον ώμο τους κουβάλαγαν το λαβωμένο καλοκαίρι.

Απὸ δω πέρασε ο στρατὸς με τα φλάμπουρα κατάσαρκα
με το πείσμα δαγκωμένο στα δόντια τους σαν άγουρο γκόρτσι
με τον άμμο του φεγγαριού μες στις αρβύλες τους
και με την καρβουνόσκονη της νύχτας κολλημένη μέσα στα ρουθούνια και στ᾿ αυτιά τους.

Δέντρο το δέντρο, πέτρα-πέτρα πέρασαν τον κόσμο,
μ᾿ αγκάθια προσκεφάλι πέρασαν τον ύπνο.
Φέρναν τη ζωὴ στα δυο στεγνά τους χέρια σαν ποτάμι.

Σε κάθε βήμα κέρδιζαν μία οργιὰ ουρανὸ – για να τον δώσουν.
Πάνου στα καραούλια πέτρωναν σαν τα καψαλιασμένα δέντρα,
κι όταν χορεύαν στήν πλατεία,
μέσα στα σπίτια τρέμαν τα ταβάνια και κουδούνιζαν τα γυαλικὰ στα ράφια.

Ά, τί τραγούδι τράνταξε τα κορφοβούνια –
ανάμεσα στα γόνατα τους κράταγαν το σκουτέλι του φεγγαριού και δειπνούσαν,
και σπάγαν το αχ μέσα στα φυλλοκάρδια τους
σα να `σπαγαν μία ψείρα ανάμεσα στα δυο χοντρά τους νύχια.

Ποιὸς θα σου φέρει τώρα το ζεστὸ καρβέλι μες στη νύχτα να ταίσεις τα όνειρα;
Ποιὸς θα σταθεί στον ίσκιο της ελιάς παρέα με το τζιτζίκι μη σωπάσει το τζιτζίκι,
τώρα που ασβέστης του μεσημεριού βάφει τη μάντρα ολόγυρα του ορίζοντα
σβήνοντας τα μεγάλα αντρίκια ονόματα τους;

Το χώμα τούτο που μοσκοβολούσε τα χαράματα
το χώμα που είτανε δικό τους και δικό μας – αίμα τους – πὼς μύριζε το χώμα –
και τώρα πὼς κλειδώσανε την πόρτα τους τ᾿ αμπέλια μας
πῶς λίγνεψε το φως στις στέγες και στα δέντρα
ποιὸς να το πει πως βρίσκονται οι μισοὶ κάτου απ᾿ το χώμα
κ᾿ οι άλλοι μισοὶ στα σίδερα;

Με τόσα φύλλα να σου γνέφει ο ήλιος καλημέρα
με τόσα φλάμπουρα να λάμπει ο ουρανὸς
και τούτοι μες στα σίδερα και κείνοι μες στο χώμα.

Σώπα, όπου να `ναι θα σημάνουν οι καμπάνες.
Αυτὸ το χώμα είναι δικό τους και δικό μας.
Κάτου απ᾿ το χώμα, μες στα σταυρωμένα χέρια τους
κρατάνε της καμπάνας το σκοινὶ – περμένουνε την ώρα, δεν κοιμούνται,
περμένουν να σημάνουν την ανάσταση. Τούτο το χώμα
είναι δικό τους και δικό μας – δε μπορεί κανεὶς να μας το πάρει.

 

ROMIOSINI (Excerpt)

 

IV

 

They went straight to dawn with the haughty air of the hungry

a star had curdled in their motionless eyes

on their shoulders they carried the injured summer

 

This way the army went with banners glued onto their flesh

with stubbornness bitten by their teeth like an unripe wild pear

with the moon-sand under their heavy boots and with the coal dust of night

glued in their nostrils and their ears.

 

Tree by tree stone by stone they passed the world

with thorns as pillows they spent their sleep

τhey carried life like a river in their parched hands.

 

With every step they won a yard of sky – to give it away

On watch they turned to stone like the conflagrated trees

and when they danced in the plaza ceilings shook inside the houses

and the glassware clinked on the shelves

 

Ah what songs shook the mountain peaks – as they held between their legs

the earthen dish of the moon and had their dinner

and broke the sigh amid their heart pleats like they would break a louse

with their thick nails.

 

Who will now bring you the warm loaf of bread

that you may feed the night with dreams?

Who will stand in the olive tree’s shade to keep the cicadas company

that they won’t go silent now that the whitewash of noon hour paints

all around the horizon a stone wall erasing their great manly names?

 

This soil that was so fragrant at dawn the soil that was theirs and ours –

their blood – how fragrant the soil was –

and now how our vineyards have locked their doors

how the light has thinned on roofs and trees –

who would have said that half of them are under the earth and the other half in jail?

 

With so many leaves the sun greets you good morning and the sky shines

with so many banners and these are in jail and those lie under the earth.

 

Silence that any time now the bells will chime;

This soil is theirs and ours.

 

 

Under the earth in their crossed hands they hold the bell rope – waiting for the hour

they don’t sleep they don’t die, they wait to ring the resurrection.

This soil is theirs and ours – no one can take it from us

ΑΝΘΟΛΟΓΙΑ ΝΕΟΕΛΛΗΝΙΚΗΣ ΠΟΙΗΣΗΣ: 1550-2017, μετάφραση Μανώλη Αλυγιζάκη, Ekstasis Editions, Victoria, BC, 2018

NEO — HELLENE POETS, An Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry: 1550-2017, translated by Manolis Aligizakis, Ekstasis Editions, Victoria, BC, 2018

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ΡΩΜΙΟΣΥΝΗ

II

Κάθε που βραδιάζει με το θυμάρι τσουρουφλισμένο στον κόρφο της πέτρας
είναι μία σταγόνα νερὸ που σκάβει απὸ παλιὰ τη σιωπὴ ως το μεδούλι
είναι μία καμπάνα κρεμασμένη στο γέρο-πλάτανο που φωνάζει τα χρόνια.

Σπίθες λαγοκοιμούνται στη χόβολη της ερημιάς
κ᾿ οι στέγες συλλογιούνται το μαλαματένιο χνούδι στο πάνω χείλι του Αλωνάρη
– κίτρινο χνούδι σαν τη φούντα του καλαμποκιού καπνισμένο απ᾿ τὸν καημὸ της δύσης.

Η Παναγία πλαγιάζει στις μυρτιὲς με τη φαρδιά της φούστα λεκιασμένη απ᾿ τα σταφύλια.
Στο δρόμο κλαίει ένα παιδὶ και του αποκρίνεται απ᾿ τον κάμπο η προβατίνα πούχει χάσει τα παιδιά της.

Ίσκιος στη βρύση. Παγωμένο το βαρέλι.
Η κόρη του πεταλωτή με μουσκεμένα πόδια.
Απάνου στο τραπέζι το ψωμὶ κ᾿ η ελιά,
μες στην κληματαριὰ ο λύχνος του αποσπερίτη
και κει ψηλά, γυρίζοντας στη σούβλα του, ευωδάει ο γαλαξίας
καμένο ξύγκι, σκόρδο και πιπέρι.

Α, τί μπρισίμι αστέρι ακόμα θα χρειαστεί
για να κεντήσουν οι πευκοβελόνες στην καψαλισμένη μάντρα του καλοκαιριού «κι αυτὸ θα περάσει»
πόσο θα στίψει ακόμα η μάνα την καρδιὰ της πάνου απ᾿ τα εφτὰ σφαγμένα παλληκάρια της
ώσπου να βρεῖ το φως το δρόμο του στην ανηφόρα της ψυχής της.

Τούτο το κόκκαλο που βγαίνει απὸ τη γης
μετράει οργιὰ-οργιὰ τη γης και τις κόρδες του λαγούτου
και το λαγούτο αποσπερὶς με το βιολὶ ως το χάραμα
καημό-καημὸ το λεν στα δυοσμαρίνια και στους πεύκους
και ντιντινίζουν στα καράβια τα σκοινιὰ σαν κόρδες
κι ο ναύτης πίνει πικροθάλασσα στην κούπα του Οδυσσέα.

Α, ποιὸς θα φράξει τότες τη μπασιὰ και ποιό σπαθὶ θα κόψει το κουράγιο
και ποιὸ κλειδὶ θα σου κλειδώσει την καρδιὰ που με τα δυο θυρόφυλλά της διάπλατα
κοιτάει του Θεού τ᾿ αστροπερίχυτα περβόλια;

Ώρα μεγάλη σαν τα Σαββατόβραδα του Μάη στη ναυτικὴ ταβέρνα
νύχτα μεγάλη σαν ταψὶ στού γανωτζή τὸν τοίχο
μεγάλο το τραγούδι σαν ψωμὶ στου σφουγγαρά το δείπνο.
Και να που ροβολάει τα τρόχαλα το κρητικὸ φεγγάρι
γκαπ, γκαπ, με είκοσι αράδες προκαδούρα στα στιβάλια του,
και νάτοι αυτοὶ που ανεβοκατεβαίνουνε τη σκάλα του Αναπλιού
γεμίζοντας την πίπα τους χοντροκομμένα φύλλα απὸ σκοτάδι,
με το μουστάκι τους θυμάρι ρουμελιώτικο πασπαλισμένο αστέρι
και με το δόντι τους πευκόρριζα στου Αιγαίου το βράχο και το αλάτι.
Μπήκαν στα σίδερα και στη φωτιά, κουβέντιασαν με τα λιθάρια,
κεράσανε ρακὶ το θάνατο στο καύκαλο του παππουλή τους,
στ᾿ Αλώνια τα ίδια αντάμωσαν το Διγενή και στρώθηκαν στο δείπνο
κόβοντας τον καημὸ στα δυό έτσι που κόβανε στο γόνατο το κριθαρένιο τους καρβέλι.

Έλα κυρὰ με τ᾿ αρμυρὰ ματόκλαδα, με φλωροκαπνισμένο χέρι
απὸ την έγνοια του φτωχού κι απ᾿ τα πολλὰ τα χρόνια –
η αγάπη σε περμένει μες στα σκοίνα,
μες στη σπηλιά του ο γλάρος σου κρεμάει το μαύρο κόνισμά σου
κι ο πικραμένος αχινιός σου ασπάζεται το νύχι του ποδιού σου.
Μέσα στη μαύρη ρώγα του αμπελιού κοχλάζει ο μούστος κατακόκκινος,
κοχλάζει το ροδάμι στον καμένο πρίνο,
στο χώμα η ρίζα του νεκρού ζητάει νερὸ για να τινάξει ελάτι
κ᾿ η μάνα κάτου απ᾿ τη ρυτίδα της κρατάει γερὰ μαχαίρι.
Έλα κυρὰ που τα χρυσὰ κλωσσάς αυγὰ του κεραυνού –
πότε μία μέρα θαλασσιὰ θα βγάλεις το τσεμπέρι και θα πάρεις πάλι τ᾿ άρματα
να σε χτυπήσει κατακούτελα μαγιάτικο χαλάζι
να σπάσει ρόιδι ο ήλιος στην αλατζαδένια σου ποδιὰ
να τον μοιράσεις μόνη σου σπυρί-σπυρὶ στα δώδεκα ορφανά σου,
να λάμψει ολόγυρα ο γιαλὸς ως λάμπει η κόψη του σπαθιού και τ᾿ Απριλιού το χιόνι
και να `βγει στα χαλίκια ο κάβουρας για να λιαστεί και να σταυρώσει τις δαγκάνες του.

 

ROMIOSINI

 II

Every evening with the thyme scorched on

the rock’s bosom

there’s a water-drop that for a long time has been digging

silence to its marrow

there is a bell hanging from the ancient plane-tree

calling out the years

Sparks sleep lightly in the embers of solitude

and roofs contemplate on the golden fine down

on the upper lip of Alonaris

– yellow fine down like the corn tassel smoked up

by the grief of the west.

Virgin Mary leans down on the myrtle her wide

skirt stained by grapes.

On the road a child cries and the ewe who lost her

lambs answers from the meadow.

Shadow by the spring. The barrel frozen.

The blacksmith’s daughter with soaked feet.

On the table the bread and the olive

in the grapevine the night lamp of evening star

and high up there turning on its spit

the galaxy is fragrant

by the burnt-up lard garlic and pepper.

Ah what silky stars the pine needles

will need still to embroider

over the scorched fence wall of summer

“this will also pass”

how a mother will still squeeze her heart over

her seven butchered brave lads

until light finds its path to the uphill

of her soul.

This bone sticking out of the earth

measures the earth yard by yard and

the lute’s strings

and the lute from dusk to dawn with

the violin

grief by grief they sing it to rosemary

and the pines

and the ropes ring like lyres in the boats

and the seaman drinks bitter sea in

Odysseus’ wine cup.

Ah who then will fence the entrance and which

sword will sever the courage

and which key will lock up your heart that with

its two door-leaves wide open

stares at God’s star-drenched orchards?

Long hour like the Saturday evenings of May

in the seamen’s tavern

long night like a roasting pan on the tinsmith’s wall

long song like bread on the sponge diver’s

dinner.

And here is the Cretan moon rolling down

the pebble mount

goup goup with twenty lines of nails on the soles

of his leather boots

and here are those who go up and down

the Palamidi2 stairs

filling their pipes with roughly cut leaves

of darkness

their mustaches star-sprinkled with thyme

of Roumeli 3

and their teeth pine roots in the Aegean’s

rock and salinity.

They were thrown in iron and fire they conversed

with rocks

they offered raki 4 to death in their

grandfathers’ skulls

on the same threshing floors they met and shared their dinner

with Digeni5

slicing their grief in two like they sliced their barley bread loaves

on their knees.

Come you oh woman with the salty eyelashes with

your hand gold-plated

by your concern for the poor and by the many

years –

love is waiting for you in the bulrushes

the seagull hangs your black icon in his cave

and the bitter urchin kisses your toenail

In the black grape of the vineyard the red

bright must bubbles

shoots of the burned bulrush bubbles

under the earth the root of the dead man begs for water

so it will grow a fir tree

and under her wrinkles a mother holds the knife

tightly

Come you oh woman who broods on the golden

eggs of thunderbolts –

when an azure day comes you’ll take off the headscarf

and again take up arms

that May’s hailstorm will beat your forehead

that the sun will break a pomegranate in your cotton apron

that alone you will divide seed by seed

among your twelve orphans

that the shore will shine around you like the edge of a sword

and April’s snow

so that the crab will come out from the rocks to sunbathe

and cross its claws

 

 

1 Month of Wheat Harvest – June

2 Venetian castle of Palamidi in Nafplion with one thousand steps

3 Part of Mainland Greece between Peloponnesos and Thessaly

4 Moonshine

5 Literary meaning, one of two races; however also a mythical

figure, invented during the Medieval years of Turkish

occupation, who was destined to free Greeks from slavery

 

Yannis Ritsos-Poems, translated by Manolis Aligizakis, Libros Libertad, 2011

 

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ARISTOTLE

  1. Ethics

Standard interpretations of Aristotle’s Nichomachean Ethics usually maintain that Aristotle (384-322 B.C.E.) emphasizes the role of habit in conduct. It is commonly thought that virtues, according to Aristotle, are habits and that the good life is a life of mindless routine.

These interpretations of Aristotle’s ethics are the result of imprecise translations from the ancient Greek text. Aristotle uses the word hexis to denote moral virtue. But the word does not merely mean passive habituation. Rather, hexis is an active condition, a state in which something must actively hold itself.

Virtue, therefore, manifests itself in action. More explicitly, an action counts as virtuous, according to Aristotle, when one holds oneself in a stable equilibrium of the soul, in order to choose the action knowingly and for its own sake. This stable equilibrium of the soul is what constitutes character.

Similarly, Aristotle’s concept of the mean is often misunderstood. In the Nichomachean Ethics, Aristotle repeatedly states that virtue is a mean. The mean is a state of clarification and apprehension in the midst of pleasures and pains that allows one to judge what seems most truly pleasant or painful. This active state of the soul is the condition in which all the powers of the soul are at work in concert. Achieving good character is a process of clearing away the obstacles that stand in the way of the full efficacy of the soul.

For Aristotle, moral virtue is the only practical road to effective action. What the person of good character loves with right desire and thinks of as an end with right reason must first be perceived as beautiful. Hence, the virtuous person sees truly and judges rightly, since beautiful things appear as they truly are only to a person of good character. It is only in the middle ground between habits of acting and principles of action that the soul can allow right desire and right reason to make their appearance, as the direct and natural response of a free human being to the sight of the beautiful. 

  1. Habit

In many discussions, the word “habit” is attached to the Ethics as though it were the answer to a multiple-choice question on a philosophy achievement test. Hobbes‘ Leviathan? Self-preservation. Descartes‘ Meditations? Mind-body problem. Aristotle’s Ethics? Habit. A faculty seminar I attended a few years ago was mired in the opinion that Aristotle thinks the good life is one of mindless routine. More recently, I heard a lecture in which some very good things were said about Aristotle’s discussion of choice, yet the speaker still criticized him for praising habit when so much that is important in life depends on openness and spontaneity. Can it really be that Aristotle thought life is lived best when thinking and choosing are eliminated?

On its face this belief makes no sense. It is partly a confusion between an effect and one of its causes. Aristotle says that, for the way our lives turn out, “it makes no small difference to be habituated this way or that way straight from childhood, but an enormous difference, or rather all the difference.” (1103b, 23-5) Is this not the same as saying those lives are nothing but collections of habits? If this is what sticks in your memory, and leads you to that conclusion, then the cure is easy, since habits are not the only effects of habituation, and a thing that makes all the difference is indispensable but not necessarily the only cause of what it produces.

We will work through this thought in a moment, but first we need to notice that another kind of influence may be at work when you recall what Aristotle says about habit, and another kind of medicine may be needed against it. Are you thinking that no matter how we analyze the effects of habituation, we will never get around the fact that Aristotle plainly says that virtues are habits? The reply to that difficulty is that he doesn’t say that at all. He says that moral virtue is a hexis. Hippocrates Apostle, and others, translate hexis as habit, but that is not at all what it means. The trouble, as so often in these matters, is the intrusion of Latin. The Latin habitus is a perfectly good translation of the Greek hexis, but if that detour gets us to habit in English we have lost our way. In fact, a hexisis pretty much the opposite of a habit.

The word hexis becomes an issue in Plato‘s Theaetetus. Socrates makes the point that knowledge can never be a mere passive possession, stored in the memory the way birds can be put in cages. The word for that sort of possession, ktÎsis, is contrasted with hexis, the kind of having-and-holding that is never passive but always at work right now. Socrates thus suggests that, whatever knowledge is, it must have the character of a hexis in requiring the effort of concentrating or paying attention. A hexis is an active condition, a state in which something must actively hold itself, and that is what Aristotle says a moral virtue is.

Some translators make Aristotle say that virtue is a disposition, or a settled disposition. This is much better than calling it a “habit,” but still sounds too passive to capture his meaning. In De Anima, when Aristotle speaks of the effect produced in us by an object of sense perception, he says this is not a disposition (diathesis) but a hexis. (417b, 15-17) His whole account of sensing and knowing depends on this notion that receptivity to what is outside us depends on an active effort to hold ourselves ready. In Book VII of the Physics, Aristotle says much the same thing about the way children start to learn: they are not changed, he says, nor are they trained or even acted upon in any way, but they themselves get straight into an active state when time or adults help them settle down out of their native condition of disorder and distraction. (247b, 17-248a, 6) Curtis Wilson once delivered a lecture at St. John’s College, in which he asked his audience to imagine what it would be like if we had to teach children to speak by deliberately and explicitly imparting everything they had to do. We somehow set them free to speak, and give them a particular language to do it in, but they–Mr. Wilson called them “little geniuses”–they do all the work.

Everyone at St. John’s has thought about the kind of learning that does not depend on the authority of the teacher and the memory of the learner. In the Meno it is called “recollection.” Aristotle says that it is an active knowing that is always already at work in us. In Plato’s image we draw knowledge up out of ourselves; in Aristotle’s metaphor we settle down into knowing. In neither account is it possible for anyone to train us, as Gorgias has habituated Meno into the mannerisms of a knower. Habits can be strong but they never go deep. Authentic knowledge does engage the soul in its depths, and with this sort of knowing Aristotle links virtue. In the passage cited from Book VII of the Physics, he says that, like knowledge, virtues are not imposed on us as alterations of what we are; that would be, he says, like saying we alter a house when we put a roof on it. In the Categories, knowledge and virtue are the two examples he gives of what hexis means (8b, 29); there he says that these active states belong in the general class of dispositions, but are distinguished by being lasting and durable. The word “disposition” by itself he reserves for more passive states, easy to remove and change, such as heat, cold, and sickness.

In the Ethics, Aristotle identifies moral virtue as a hexis in Book II, chapter 4. He confirms this identity by reviewing the kinds of things that are in the soul, and eliminating the feelings and impulses to which we are passive and the capacities we have by nature, but he first discovers what sort of thing a virtue is by observing that the goodness is never in the action but only in the doer. This is an enormous claim that pervades the whole of the Ethics, and one that we need to stay attentive to. No action is good or just or courageous because of any quality in itself. Virtue manifests itself in action, Aristotle says, only when one acts while holding oneself in a certain way. This is where the word hexis comes into the account, from pÙs echÙn, the stance in which one holds oneself when acting. The indefinite adverb is immediately explained: an action counts as virtuous when and only when one holds oneself in a stable equilibrium of the soul, in order to choose the action knowingly and for its own sake. I am translating as “in a stable equilibrium” the words bebaiÙs kai ametakinÍtÙs; the first of these adverbs means stably or after having taken a stand, while the second does not mean rigid or immovable, but in a condition from which one can’t be moved all the way over into a different condition. It is not some inflexible adherence to rules or duty or precedent that is conveyed here, but something like a Newton’s wheel weighted below the center, or one of those toys that pops back upright whenever a child knocks it over.

This stable equilibrium of the soul is what we mean by having character. It is not the result of what we call “conditioning.” There is a story told about B. F. Skinner, the psychologist most associated with the idea of behavior modification, that a class of his once trained him to lecture always from one corner of the room, by smiling and nodding whenever he approached it, but frowning and faintly shaking their heads when he moved away from it. That is the way we acquire habits. We slip into them unawares, or let them be imposed on us, or even impose them on ourselves. A person with ever so many habits may still have no character. Habits make for repetitive and predictable behavior, but character gives moral equilibrium to a life. The difference is between a foolish consistency wholly confined to the level of acting, and a reliability in that part of us from which actions have their source. Different as they are, though, character and habit sound to us like things that are linked, and in Greek they differ only by the change of an epsilon to an eta, making Íthos from ethos

We are finally back to Aristotle’s claim that character, Íthos, is produced by habit, ethos. It should now be clear though, that the habit cannot be any part of that character, and that we must try to understand how an active condition can arise as a consequence of a passive one, and why that active condition can only be attained if the passive one has come first. So far we have arranged three notions in a series, like rungs of a ladder: at the top are actives states, such as knowledge, the moral virtues, and the combination of virtues that makes up a character; the middle rung, the mere dispositions, we have mentioned only in passing to claim that they are too shallow and changeable to capture the meaning of virtue; the bottom rung is the place of the habits, and includes biting your nails, twisting your hair, saying “like” between every two words, and all such passive and mindless conditions. What we need to notice now is that there is yet another rung of the ladder below the habits.

We all start out life governed by desires and impulses. Unlike the habits, which are passive but lasting conditions, desires and impulses are passive and momentary, but they are very strong. Listen to a child who can’t live without some object of appetite or greed, or who makes you think you are a murderer if you try to leave her alone in a dark room. How can such powerful influences be overcome? To expect a child to let go of the desire or fear that grips her may seem as hopeless as Aristotle’s example of training a stone to fall upward, were it not for the fact that we all know that we have somehow, for the most part, broken the power of these tyrannical feelings. We don’t expel them altogether, but we do get the upper hand; an adult who has temper tantrums like those of a two-year old has to live in an institution, and not in the adult world. But the impulses and desires don’t weaken; it is rather the case that we get stronger.

Aristotle doesn’t go into much detail about how this happens, except to say that we get the virtues by working at them: in the give-and-take with other people, some become just, others unjust; by acting in the face of frightening things and being habituated to be fearful or confident, some become brave and others cowardly; and some become moderate and gentle, others spoiled and bad-tempered, by turning around from one thing and toward another in the midst of desires and passions. (1103 b, 1422) He sums this up by saying that when we are at-work in a certain way, an active state results. This innocent sentence seems to me to be one of the lynch-pins that hold together the Ethics, the spot that marks the transition from the language of habit to the language appropriate to character. If you read the sentence in Greek, and have some experience of Aristotle’s other writings, you will see how loaded it is, since it says that a hexis depends upon an energeia. The latter word, that can be translated as being-at-work, cannot mean mere behavior, however repetitive and constant it may be. It is this idea of being-at-work, which is central to all of Aristotle’s thinking, that makes intelligible the transition out of childhood and into the moral stature that comes with character and virtue. (See Aristotle on Motion and its Place in Nature for as discussion energeia.)

The moral life can be confused with the habits approved by some society and imposed on its young. We at St. John’s College still stand up at the beginning and end of Friday-night lectures because Stringfellow Barr — one of the founders of the current curriculum — always stood when anyone entered or left a room. What he considered good breeding is for us mere habit; that becomes obvious when some student who stood up at the beginning of a lecture occasionally gets bored and leaves in the middle of it. In such a case the politeness was just for show, and the rudeness is the truth. Why isn’t all habituation of the young of this sort? When a parent makes a child repeatedly refrain from some desired thing, or remain in some frightening situation, the child is beginning to act as a moderate or brave person would act, but what is really going on within the child? I used to think that it must be the parent’s approval that was becoming stronger than the child’s own impulse, but I was persuaded by others in a study group that this alone would be of no lasting value, and would contribute nothing to the formation of an active state of character. What seems more likely is that parental training is needed only for its negative effect, as a way of neutralizing the irrational force of impulses and desires.

We all arrive on the scene already habituated, in the habit, that is, of yielding to impulses and desires, of instantly slackening the tension of pain or fear or unfulfilled desire in any way open to us, and all this has become automatic in us before thinking and choosing are available to us at all. This is a description of what is called “human nature,” though in fact it precedes our access to our true natural state, and blocks that access. This is why Aristotle says that “the virtues come about in us neither by nature nor apart from nature” (1103a, 24-5). What we call “human nature,” and some philosophers call the “state of nature,” is both natural and unnatural; it is the passive part of our natures, passively reinforced by habit. Virtue has the aspect of a second nature, because it cannot develop first, nor by a continuous process out of our first condition. But it is only in the moral virtues that we possess our primary nature, that in which all our capacities can have their full development. The sign of what is natural, for Aristotle, is pleasure, but we have to know how to read the signs. Things pleasant by nature have no opposite pain and no excess, because they set us free to act simply as what we are (1154b, 15-21), and it is in this sense that Aristotle calls the life of virtue pleasant in its own right, in itself (1099a, 6-7, 16-17). A mere habit of acting contrary to our inclinations cannot be a virtue, by the infallible sign that we don’t like it.

Our first or childish nature is never eradicated, though, and this is why Aristotle says that our nature is not simple, but also has in it something different that makes our happiness assailable from within, and makes us love change even when it is for the worse. (1154b, 21-32) But our souls are brought nearest to harmony and into the most durable pleasures only by the moral virtues. And the road to these virtues is nothing fancy, but is simply what all parents begin to do who withhold some desired thing from a child, or prevent it from running away from every irrational source of fear. They make the child act, without virtue, as though it had virtue. It is what Hamlet describes to his mother, during a time that is out of joint, when a son must try to train his parent (III, Ìv,181-9):

Assume a virtue if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habits evil, is angel yet in this,
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery,
That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence; the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature…

Hamlet is talking to a middle-aged woman about lust, but the pattern applies just as well to five-year-olds and candy. We are in a position to see that it is not the stamp of nature that needs to be changed but the earliest stamp of habit. We can drop Hamlet’s “almost” and rid his last quoted line of all paradox by seeing that the reason we need habit is to change the stamp of habit. A habit of yielding to impulse can be counteracted by an equal and opposite habit. This second habit is no virtue, but only a mindless inhibition, an automatic repressing of all impulses. Nor do the two opposite habits together produce virtue, but rather a state of neutrality. Something must step into the role previously played by habit, and Aristotle’s use of the word energeia suggests that this happens on its own, with no need for anything new to be imposed. Habituation thus does not stifle nature, but rather lets nature make its appearance. The description from Book VII of the Physics of the way children begin to learn applies equally well to the way human character begins to be formed: we settle down, out of the turmoil of childishness, into what we are by nature.

We noticed earlier that habituation is not the end but the beginning of the progress toward virtue. The order of states of the soul given by Aristotle went from habit to being-at-work to the hexis or active state that can give the soul moral stature. If the human soul had no being-at-work, no inherent and indelible activity, there could be no such moral stature, but only customs. But early on, when first trying to give content to the idea of happiness, Aristotle asks if it would make sense to think that a carpenter or shoemaker has work to do, but a human being as such is inert. His reply, of course, is that nature has given us work to do, in default of which we are necessarily unhappy, and that work is to put into action the power of reason. (1097b, 24-1098a, 4) Note please that he does not say that everyone must be a philosopher, nor even that human life is constituted by the activity of reason, but that our work is to bring the power of logos forward into action. Later, Aristotle makes explicit that the irrational impulses are no less human than reasoning is. (1111 b, 1-2) His point is that, as human beings, our desires need not be mindless and random, but can be transformed by thinking into choices, that is desires informed by deliberation. (1113a, 11) The characteristic human way of being-at-work is the threefold activity of seeing an end, thinking about means to it, and choosing an action. Responsible human action depends upon the combining of all the powers of the soul: perception, imagination, reasoning, and desiring. These are all things that are at work in us all the time. Good parental training does not produce them, or mold them, or alter them, but sets them free to be effective in action. This is the way in which, according to Aristotle, despite the contributions of parents, society, and nature, we are the co-authors of the active states of our own souls (1114b, 23-4).

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ΤΑ ΣΩΜΑΤΑ

 

Γυμνά τα σώματα αναπνέουν βαθιά κάτω απ’ τα ρούχα τους.

Το χέρι αγγίζει τη ράχη της καρέκλας,

ακινητεί στο γόνατο ή γυρίζει το διακόπτη,

πιάνει με παύσεις το μεγάλο ποτήρι, ονειρεύεται—

γυμνά τα νέα σώματα, σ’ όποια τους στάση, σ’ όποια

μικρή κίνησή τους, κάνουν έρωτα, ενώ

μες στούς λουτρώνες ανοιχτές όλες οι βρύσες

βουίζουνε με ατμούς, με λάμψεις, με καθρέφτες

καλύπτοντας εμφαντικά το μεγάλο επιφώνημα.

 

~Αθήνα, 2-1-79

 

 

BODIES

 

Naked bodies breathing deeply under their clothes.

The hand touches the back of the chair,

stays motionless on the knee or turns on the light,

in pausing motion it takes the big glass, dreams of–

young naked bodies, in any position, in their

random tiny movements, making love, while

in the baths all the faucets are running

and the buzz from the steam, with flashes, with mirrors

expressively conceals the great exclamation.

 

~Athens, 2-1-79

 

 

 

YANNIS RITSOS-SELECTED POEMS, translated by Manolis Aligizakis, Ekstasis Editions, Victoria, BC, 2013

 

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ΑΝΑΣΤΑΣΗ

Κοιτάζει πάλι, παρατηρεί, διακρίνει
μέσα σε μιαν απόσταση χωρίς καθόλου νόημα,
μες στη διάρκεια που πια δεν ταπεινώνει,
τους σβώλους ναφθαλίνης στη χαρτοσακκούλα,
τα ξερά κληματόφυλλα στον τρύπιο κουβά,
το ποδήλατο στ’ αντικρυνό πεζοδρόμιο.
Άξαφνα
ακούει το χτύπημα πίσω απ’ τον τοίχο,
το ίδιο εκείνο, συνθηματικό, καταμόναχο,
το βαθύτερο χτύπημα. Αισθάνεται αθώος
πούχει ξεχάσει τους νεκρούς.
Τις νύχτες, τώρα
δε χρησιμοποιεί ωτασπίδες—τις έχει αφημένες
μες στο συρτάρι του μαζί με τα παράσημά του
και με την πιο αποτυχημένη τελευταία του προσωπίδα.
Μονάχα που δεν ξέρει άν είναι η τελευταία.
RESURRECTION

He looks again, observes, discerns
in a distance that has no meaning at all,
in the continuance that doesn’t humiliate anymore,
the moth balls in the paper bag,
the dry grape leaves in the leaky pail,
the bicycle on the opposite sidewalk.
Suddenly
he hears the knock behind the wall,
that same one, coded, totally alone,
the deepest knock. He feels innocent
that he has forgotten the dead.
At night, now, he doesn’t
use earplugs anymore – he’s left them
in the drawer along with his medals
and with his last most unsuccessful mask.
Only he doesn’t know whether it’s the last one.

~Γιάννη Ρίτσου-ποιήματα/Μετάφραση Μανώλη Αλυγιζάκη
~Yannis Ritsos-Poems/translated by Manolis Aligizakis
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