Some asleep, some awake, all
Dreaming in the blue-green breeze.
The dancing leaves the music
Floating through the twisted
Branches of the ancient trees
Through the tangled wood.
The deaf seer Beethoven
Unstoppable though long dead,
Wafting notes on wingless birds
To dreamers half-awake in reveries,
Drifting with the flying clouds
Across the sea blue vault above.
Sheer joy in deep repose.
Then the thunder clap.
Well ? Richard Hoggart spoke about communication. I have no idea what he meant !
“It is the idea— which I used never to think about but now find extraordinary, strange and compelling—of fellow-feeling: fellow-feeling based, not on the fact that we all belong to a particular national culture, nor on an abstract internationalist commitment, but on (recognition of our common humanity, a recognition that we each rent the earth for only a short time, and that sorrows come to us all which we must bear as best we can.”
“I have argued that communication starts with trying to speak more honestly to yourself, that it can then, if we wish, move out to trying to speak to others, and that it sometimes succeeds.”
“A sign that we have a regard for the truth and a wish truthfully to discuss the nature of our common lives.”
Hoggart said more on this subject of communication. We are beings sharing many things, and at this time we are also experiencing, sharing horrors. Should we be communicating so to understand our common plight, so to know how to approach our circumstances and learn and create change? Or should we stay alienated, fearful, clueless while only being critical of the beasts?