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My Words For Messengers

Hints of science fiction themes and sensibilities show up in the oddest places, if you look hard enough for them.  Take a moment to one of my favorite poems, by James Elroy Flecker:

I who am dead a thousand years,
And wrote this sweet archaic song,
Send you my words for messengers
The way I shall not pass along.

I care not if you bridge the seas,
Or ride secure in the cruel sky,
Or build consummate palaces
Of metal or of masonry.

But have you wine and music still,
And statues and a bright-eyed love,
And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
And prayers to them who sit above?

How shall we conquer? Like a wind
That falls at eve our fancies blow,
And old Maeonides the blind
Said it three thousand years ago,

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.

Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.

This poem resounds with the lonely echoes of centuries.  It fills me with holy terror the way ancient ruins, or great SF stories, can.  Minds from the Homeric epoch and minds from the era of futuristic flying cars riding the "cruel sky" are brought together in a fraternity of literature--words, recorded on some medium, enable the poet to share intimacies with his peers long dead and, he hopes, those who will be born long after his own death.

The poet wonders if the future will be populated by lovers of Food, Drink, God, and Love.  Until now, the obvious answer would have been yes, and the question would have been assumed to be of the obvious, rhetorical kind that only poets would ask.  It has long been a tenet of a kind of conservative philosophizing that "human nature has no history."  This means that human flaws have been the one constant down through the ages, and that any social or political scheme that cannot build upon "the crooked timber of humanity" is nothing but a dangerous and doomed utopianism.  As Jonah Goldberg put it:
The constant in Fukuyama's analysis was that human nature remains constant. My favorite short definition of conservatism was offered by Boston University Professor Glenn Loury, who seems to be wondering whether he's still a conservative. He said that the essence of conservatism was that human nature has no history.
However...
If we can really alter human nature, than the constant of The End of History equation has suddenly become a variable.  I think he's probably right.  History is on the move again. (Remember how the always prescient original Star Trek predicted that the Third World War would be between genetically engineered supermen and the rabble?)
As we stand on the brink of the Age of Bioengineering, the old answers may, finally, no longer hold.  I say may; my guess is that the creatures will never transcend the flaws of their creators.  Nevertheless, the possibility cannot be denied that the future will be populated by some very strange beings.  Against this, James Elroy Flecker, and I, continue to hope our children's children will not forget us or cease to find us fascinating.

Thus, to a blogger a thousand years hence, I say: 
Since I cannot decrypt your code,
Or comprehend the width of your band:
Through time and space I send my node
To ping you.  You will understand.
-The Fredösphere

 


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