The difference between silence and silences - Katerina's voice making a difference by Hatto Fischer
Very often when attention is turned to the relationship between philosophy and poetry, one thinks about the denial of poetry by a line of thinkers ranging from Plato to Hegel insofar as they deny poetry to be a source of truth.
Then, in the twentieth century and despite Paul Celan whose poetry the German philosopher Gadamer identified as messages bottled up as if from someone stranded on a lonely island in a big wide ocean, Adorno of the Frankfurt School stated that after Auschwitz no more poetry was possible. A lot of people, poets included, have rebelled against that but then Adorno’s point of passing on messages to the future only to the ‘imaginary witness’ since he did not trust people to do that, has yet to be understood.
There is a third dimension to this relationship. It was Michel Foucault who said in his book analyzing the relationship between insanity and society that ‘we have to discover the places of silence before the lyrical protest covers them up.’
So comes Katerina Anghelaki Rooke and speaks about quite another silence.
I have lost my faith in silence
I have lost my faith in silence;
It is not pure, it is not romantic, it doesn’t hide
Love’s whispers
Or the next musical phrase of a pastoral symphony.
Ferociously it stifles the sobs of impotence
It feeds an eternal threat.
I was well disposed
So was the day in the morning
We didn’t notice
The mute stubbornness that muzzles
The awareness of tomorrow
And prevents you from hearing
The noisy ectoplasms of fear…
Oh! Yes I am afraid as well!
But I still struggle not to go deaf
I want to hear all the sobbing
And carry on the monologue
With the voice of my soul.
Katerina Anghelaki Rooke, from: Translating Into Life’s End into Love
The fear of silence is to be experienced in the imagination. Once man finds himself completely alone in the universe, silence dominates all other motives. He may answer by creating first noise, then discovers sounds in his voice and turns to singing to be followed by music. Insofar as the tone helps create the memory track as the most differentiated way of remembering, the human being acquires over memories another sense of life. It has a past, present and future.
Naturally such consciousness can make all the more visible the fact that life is finite. Surrounded by silence which lets him hear all kinds of thoughts, it can make man flee into the street where noises of life await him. That is to be welcome as it is taken as a sign of life, indeed as a clear indication of being alive. One no longer hears only one's own breathing, but the shouts of the other.
Robert Paine in his marvellous book about 'Ancient Greece' stressed the fact that no one knew better than the Ancient Greeks to argue, to bargain, to shout and to play in the street theatre, if only to trick his fellow men to think this drama is real and not the one on the stage. Still today any visitor to Greece can easily mistake such shouting match as a serious fight and draw the wrong conclusions. Others modify their perception and ask simply do they have to speak that loud.
Certainly it makes Athens one of the loudest cities with everything from loud motor scooters to people talking lively in their favorite place, the street cafes as loudly as they can to demonstrate to each other that they are indeed alive.
No better place then to meet Greek poetess Katerina Anghelaki Rooke, god child of Nikos Kazantzakis, translator and writer of poetry with a natural philosophical bend, than at Phileon, the café on Skoufa in Kolonaki, the famous district near the Greek Parliament and located at the foot of the Lycabettus Hill overlooking the noisy streets down below.
Phileon Cafe in Kolonaki, Athens
Katerina has written this piece ‘silence and silences’ for the opening of the Kids’ Guernica exhibition to be held in Kastelli, Crete from April 20 to April 24, 2006 – the time of Greek Easter.
I asked her to read the text in such a noisy place: "Silence and Silences":
"Silence is a herd, a swarm of birds that you see from afar, rising slowly and covering the sky. It is the troupe of actors that bows to the public. But within a herd every sheep has only one heart that beats. Within a swarm every bird has only one pair of wings. And the actor is alone each time he risks to be rejected.
So a silence includes endless amount of silences. There is the silence of sweet expectation. It unfolds within you like a piece of paper all around the bunch of flowers that you are waiting to receive. It is a seductive silence because you impose it; you don’t want anything to be heard besides the announcement of a resurrection, of an arrival, of the end of loneliness.
There is the silence of the babbling everydayness, when you are deafened by the buzzing of all the stupidities that man has invented so that he won’t hear the silence.
There is the silence of creation. A crowd of wounds and the one struggles to close the mouth of the other. Which is the deepest? She is the one that will talk. Rivalry in depth.
There is the silence of emptiness. You look into the eyes of the other human beings and you know that whatever he was able to understand in you he has already said it. The rest is silence.
But you’ll keep approaching the great silence the herd, the swarm and you’ll be more and more certain that this silence you’ll never experience because you contain it entirely. It is you that will be the great silence of the end."
Note: This was originally written for heritage radio under following title:
Katerina Anghelaki Rooke – Greek poetess in noisy Athens about the difference between silence and silences
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