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  • Of Herbs and Poetry

    to the left growbags with burgeoning potatoes. To the right a herb bed with chives (left Front) oregano (centre), Sage (left back) and thyme (right back)


    Sometimes you can be forcibly reminded how very different the world is outside the English-speaking, industrialised and largely urbanised west. But there are two things that really bring me up short. In this country we often see poetry as an elite art form, for the leisured middle-class, or the socially alienated. And we see herbal medicine as the preserve of the ‘worried well’ who can afford to pay for alternative practitioners, or the conspiracy theorists who do not trust science. But once we get beyond our own blinkered and relatively privileged mindset, into the wider world, we find that for most of the cultures on the planet, poetry and herbs are not just luxury goods, but part of the foundations of everyday life – actual ‘kitchen sink issues’.

    Poirot’s use of tisanes is presented as a rather quaint foreign quirk, almost a brandmark like the moustache and the need for symmetry, but many European mothers would start with chamomile or lime-flower tea before they would give their child Calpol. Herbalists Without Borders sounds like a rather recherché niche group, but they principally work with refugees who see herbal medicine as their default. HWB say that it is the form of medical care they are most familiar with as many migrants are used to treating their own minor ailments with herbs they have grown themselves. Western style medicine is expensive where they’re from, and often involves long travel. Sometimes it is associated with trauma or even torture, so the holistic and individual approach of herbalists is easier and more approachable for them.

    Suppression of indigenous healing traditions is a common strategy of colonial powers, de-skilling local practitioners and creating dependence, plus, in many circumstances removing or alienating colonised peoples from the land and their culture. Kei Miller explores this in In Nearby Bushes, and writers like Robin Kimmerer, Mary Beith, Kapka Kassabova, Leyla K Feghali and Natasha Kanapé Fontaine bring evidence from many other colonised areas. Often when indigenous people begin restoring degraded land, the first plants they put in are herbs. It also affects other areas – it can mean loss of food security, but also the loss of distinctive tastes and cooking techniques in food. It is not surprising that among the first enterprises set up by migrants are catering places where people can enjoy the tastes they miss from home or import businesses where they can buy the spices or preserves that make their cuisine so distinctive.

    The other thing migrants take with them are songs. Moya Cannon has a collection entitled Carrying the songs, addressing this, as Irish migrants were too deprived to be able to take anything else. A parallel emerged recently from previously enslaved communities in Georgia where what had been thought of as a family bit of rhyming doggerel turned out to be a word-for word transmission of a funeral song in the Mende language from West Africa. Poetry and music overlap in this context until some people hardly distinguish between the two forms. I know I compose in bars of music rather than metrical feet! Poetry is as skilled as music to compose, but unlike music it can be shared by people who don’t perform. It is the most shared art-form among many people, easily memorised, easily transmitted, removed from the everyday transactional conversations, allowing focussed attention and giving dignity to the subject. In most other cultures, poetry is used to reflect, to protest, remember, lament and celebrate. I once heard Caroline Forché tell a story about a Columbian man coming to her door, and saying “There’s going to be a revolution, we need a poet’. She suggested a journalist might be more relevant, but he insisted that a poet was what was needed, insight rather than reportage.

    Learning about herbs gives me a way in to most of the issues that currently concern me most, and writing poetry gives me a way to open discussions without haranguing my readership, to access a range of emotions and responses, rather than harping on the notes of outrage or urgency that mostly seem to be required, and to make connections with people who might also recognise our situation and want to reflect on it.


  • The Flight From Understanding

    Every so often I want to get on my high horse and rant about this, but here’s a guy who has done the job for me, back in 1957, without any of the slang and swearywords I’d have to edit out.
    Bernard Lonergan writes:

    For concrete situations give rise to insights which issue into policies and courses of action. Action transformsthe existing situation to give rise to further insights, better policies,more effective courses of action. It follows that if insight occurs, it keeps recurring; and at each recurrence knowledge develops, action increases its scope, and situations improve.

    People who have looked into permaculture theory will recognise the imperative for observation and responses, feedback loops and spirals of abundance. On the other hand, Lonergan writes about the opposite, the spiral of degradation which he calls ‘oversight’ or ‘the flight from understanding’:

    The flight from understanding blocks the insights that situations demand. There follow unintelligent policies and inept courses of action. The situation deteriorates to demand still further insights, and as they are blocked, poloicies become more unintelligent and action more inept. What is worse, the deteriorating situation seems to provide the uncritical biased mind with factual evidence in which the bias is claimed to be verified. So in ever increasing measure intelligence comes to be regarded as irrelevant to practical living. Human activity settles down to a decadent routine, and initiative becomes the privilege of violence. The preface to Insight,The collected Works of Bernard Lonergan Volume 3, published by University of Toronto Press.

    This applies to so much I have been seeing over the last few years, and I’m sure everyone can come up with their own examples. Here are three of mine:
    Food is short, and the situation is too desperate to stop and think about lasting solutions, so we have to resort to GM technology. Don’t be emotional, says the government. But look at the science. OK GM food hasn’t been proved to have killed anybody, and ‘frankenfood’ is a particularly unhelpful term of abuse, but look at the actual results. It doesn’t deliver on yield. It doesn’t deliver on pest resistance. It hasn’t cut down the use of pesticides and herbicides. It has cross-fertilisied with non GM crops. It has escaped from cultivation. On every level it has failed to do what it was supposed to do. It is an experiment that has failed. Move on.

    The same can be said for nuclear weapons. They are too terrifying to use.They are expensive to maintain or replace, to the point where their possession compromises the standing of a conventional army. And they haven’t kept anyone out of war. They are a failure. Let’s cut our losses and move on.

    And now there’s the looming energy crisis. We are so tempted to fly from understanding this one. If we are bounced into allowing fracking – which will only happen if the companies involved are given large subsidies and allowed to relax current environmental safeguards, we can’t guarantee cheap abundant energy. we can guarantee higher taxes, envirinmental devastation, and some years down the line when shale gas runs out, the exact same problem we have now, and less opportunity to rectify our mistakes.

    There are moral issues here. But prior to the moral responses come the intelligent insights. And before the intelligent insights, the patient and unself-serving attempt to be still and observe, not react out of panic. I see a lot of division between the spiritual people and the intellectual, the practical and the moral, but it does seem to me that the good and the clever should not be at odds – or we’re all screwed.



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