சோகக் கதை மன்னன் தாமஸ் ஹார்டி (Post.9683)


Post No. 9683

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சோகக் கதை THOMAS HARDY

(1840 – 1928)

தாமஸ் ஹார்டி ஆங்கிலக் கவிஞர், நாவலாசிரியர், நாடக ஆசிரியர். பிரிட்டனில் டார்செட் DORSET  வட்டாரத்தில்  UPPERBROCKHAMPTON-இல் பிறந்தார். சிறுவயதில் பூஞ்சலான (Delicate) உடல்வாகுடைய பையனாக இருந்தாலும் புத்திசாலியாக இருந்தார். பிரெஞ் ச், லத்தீன், ஜெர்மன், கிரேக்க மொழிகளைக் கற்றார். அவரது தந்தையைப் போலவே கட்டி டம் கட்டும் பொறியியல் துறையில் இவருக்கு ஆர்வம். இதனால் 1856 முதல் 1861 வரை DORCHESTER என்னும் இடத்தில் ஒரு கட்டிடக் கலைஞரிடம் பயிற்சியாளராகச் சேர்ந்தார். 1862இல் லண்டனுக்குச் சென்று 5 ஆண்டுகள் கட்டி டக்கலையை பயின்றார்.

     முதல் முதலாக இவர் எழுதியது, தான் கட்டிய வீட்டைப் பற்றித்தான்! இவர் எழுதிய முதல் நாவல் ஒரு கொலை பற்றிய கதை. அதை மக்கள் ரசிக்கவில்லை.

     மேலும் இரண்டு நாவல்களை எழுதினார். ஆனால் அவையும் வெற்றிபெறவில்லை. பின்னர் இவர் எழுதிய “FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD” இவருடைய பெயரை பரப்பியது.

     THE RETURN OF THE NATIVE, THE MAYOR OF CASTERBRIDGE, TESS OF THE D’URBERVILLES ஆகியன மிகவும் பிரபலமான புதினங்கள். இவர் சோகக் கதைகளை எழுதுவதில் மன்னன்.

     இவர் கடைசியாக எழுதிய JUDGE THE OBSCURE என்னும் நாவலில் அந்தக் கால ஒழுக்கக்கேடுகளை கூறினார். இந்த நாவலை மக்கள் புறக்கணிக்கவே அவர் நாவல் எழுதுவதையே நிறுத்திவிட்டார்.

     ஆனால் தனது கைவண்ணத்தை நாடகம் எழுதுவதில் காட்டினார். நெப்போலியன் ஆட்சிக்கால போர்களை மையமாகக் கொண்ட THE DYNASTYS என்ற நாடகத்தை எழுதினார். வாழ்நாளின் இறுதிநாட்களில் கவிதைகளை அதிகமாக எழுதினார்.

     ஹார்டியின் வாழ்க்கை மேடுபள்ளங்கள் இல்லாமல் சீராகச் சென்றது. இவர் இருமுறை மணம் முடித்தவர். OXFORD, CAMBRIDGE, ST.ANDREWS, ABERDEEN, BRISTOL பல்கலைக்கழகங்கள் இவருக்கு கௌரவ பட்டங்களை வழங்கிச் சிறப்பித்தன.

     WESTMINSTER ABBE-Yயில் (POETS’ CORNER) கவிஞர்கள் மூலையில் இவர் அடக்கம் செய்யப்பட்டார்.

தாமஸ் ஹார்டி எழுதிய 4 புகழ்பெற்ற புதினங்கள் சோகக்  கதைகள் ஆகும். இதனால் இவரை ‘நாவல் எழுதிய ஷேக்ஸ்பியர்’ என்பர் விமர்சகர்கள்.; ஏனெனில் ஷேக்ஸ்பியர் நாடகங்களிலும், சோக நாடகங்கள் புகழ் பெற்றவை.

Hardy has been called the Shakespeare of the English novel and the four great Hardian tragedies — Tess of the D’urbeivilles, Jude the Obscure, The Mayor of Casterbridge and The Return of The Native— have been likened to the four great Shakespearean tragedies.


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WRITTEN BY R. NANJAPPA                        

Post No. 8651

Date uploaded in London – – – –9 SEPTEMBER 2020   

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Philosophy by slow degrees!

Prince Siddhartha noticed old age, disease, death. Inquiring into their nature and origin, he concluded that life itself was suffering (Duhkha). This is a philosophical insight. He could have stopped there, but did not. He thought there should be some cause for this, and therefore a solution. Meditating and inquiring thus, Siddhartha found the cause and the solution, became the Buddha, the Enlightened. He thus gave us a complete philosophy of life.

Often in life, we do not sit and sort out our thoughts to weave them into a coherent philosophy. It just happens that there is some faculty in us that keeps track of these little things as they occur and leave their impressions on us and these form into our philosophy in course of time. This was expressed beautifully by Thomas Hardy:  

“Unadjusted impressions have their value, and the road to a true philosophy of life seems to lie in humbly recording diverse readings of its phenomena as they are forced upon us by chance and change.”

From: Preface to ‘Poems of the Past and the Present’, 1901.

In the course of our studies and reading, and interaction with peers in the workplace and others, through our teachers we do acquire many ideas and opinions. But these do not become a philosophy unless they touch something deeper in us than the mind. In this sense true philosophy is a reflection of our inner core, our soul and just not mere intellectual belief.

Viewed thus, modern philosophy is a terrible misnomer. They are all intellectual formulations, often empty words, mere sound and fury signifying nothing. If we know the kind of life many of these people lead, we will lose all respect for philosophy.

Philosophy in modern states

Can philosophy be practised in politics today as Plato meant it?  Impossible in modern democracies. Democracies are composite societies, which are often fractured  on ideological, ethnic, linguistic, and other lines. Rulers are elected through periodical elections, and it is not possible or practical to adopt a long term perspective, which a consistent philosophy would warrant. Even the same party in power is not consistent in policies.

Mass education has spread literacy, but not promoted true understanding of important issues. It has neither united minds nor hearts. The spread of academic specialisation has meant that even educated people do not understand matters across disciplines.

 [The ‘Two Cultures’ syndrome.] A physicist cannot be expected to readily comprehend tight money or economic growth. Educated people even in so called developed countries do not have a clear idea of the most pressing problems . To suggest a solution and build a consensus around it is almost impossible. We saw it in respect of Brexit in Britain recently.  Because the margin is narrow, the verdict is not accepted gracefully by the losers. How can a ruler with a philosophy, any philosophy, rule at all? The position of US is still worse. We are witnessing how hopeless the situation is in respect of global warming, nuclear waste etc. Modern education leads to dissent more easily than to unity of purpose. It is so easy to agitate against anything, even when we do not know the clear alternative!

                                    *                    to be continued

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‘I write when the Spirits Command me’ – William Blake (Post No.6040)

Compiled  by London swaminathan


Date: 6 FEBRUARY 2019
GMT Time uploaded in London – 21-29
Post No. 6040
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William Blake, English mystic, poet and artist, said
I write when commanded by the spirits, and the moment I have written I see the words fly about the room in all directions. It is then published and the spirits can read. My manuscripts are of no further use I have been tempted to burn my manuscripts, but my wife wont let me.


Shakespeare Imitation!

At the Garrick Club in London the witty librettist W S Gilbert was once making light of Shakespeare, to the horror of most of those surrounding him.
All right, then, said Gilbert in answer to their protests,
Let us take this passage for example
I would as lief be thrust through a quickest hedge,
As cry Plosh, to a callow throstle

Why that is perfectly clear, insisted one of his hearers, rising to the defence of the bard.
It just means this bird lover would rather get himself all scratched up in the thorny bush than disturb the birds song. What play is the passage from?
No play, said Gilbert, I made it up — and jolly good Shakespeare too.


Boileau in presenting a poet to M. d ‘Hemery, addressed him,
Sir, I present to you a person who will give you immortality; but you must give him something to live upon in the meantime.


Proof Reading !

On the subject of proof reading some authors are a menace to their publishers,
While others suffer from legitimate grievances. In one such instance the author , Ward Dorance, wrote to his publishers on the subject of proofs of his book,
In all the proof that has reached me windrow has been spelt Window, if, in ,the bound book windrow still appears as window, then neither rain nor hail, nor gloom of night nor fleets of riot squads will prevent me from assassinating the man who is responsible. If the coward hides beyond my finding, I shall step into Scribner’s and merely shoot up the place, Southern style


Thomas Hardy

The import of Thomas Hardy’s birth was so little appreciated that he was thrown aside for dead. Presently he must have been so in fact, had not the nurse glancing up from attending the mother, cried out suddenly,
Dead! Stop a minute. He is alive enough sure!

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