Plague Journal, Madness And Genius
The Tragedy and the Paradox of Greek Civilization
by Vincent Kavaloski
They are old Dead White Males,
Embarrassing in their political incorrectness.
They built their greatness on slavery,
They were patriarchal and sexist to the core,
They idealized the warrior, and warred
Incessantly. They could be cruel and often
Despised mercy as weakness.
And yet – and yet
We are still fascinated by the
Shattered fragments of their tiny
Long-ago world. Why?
Perhaps we see reflected in them,
As in an old cracked mirror,
Our own subterranean psyches,
Our own repressed Dionysian
Obsession with power and violence.
After all, for many of us,
They are our cultural ancestors,
And, however much we might
Try to escape or disown them,
We are imprinted with the
Mark of their madness – and genius.
In order to understand our
Own conflicted nature
We must embrace them.
A return to the Greeks is a
Return to our own roots.
But there is something else.
At the very dawn of civilization,
In a rocky and harsh corner of the world,
Amidst the violence and domination that
Flourished everywhere, human consciousness
Took flight on the gossamer wings of poetry
And philosophy; and for one brief, beautiful
Moment, warriors set down their
Weapons and began a quest for
Truth, Goodness, and Beauty
Through drama, dialogue, and debate.
They dreamed a Dream of Wisdom,
Virtue and Democracy,
Soaring high in the sky of the mind,
Pushing back the limits of what human
Beings could be. They built temples to beauty
And poems to love, created philosophy that
Pursued self-knowledge, and science
That probed the heavens and the earth.
Then the drums of war returned.
Suddenly it was all over. They could not
Live the dream they dreamed so well.
This is their paradox and their tragedy.
© Vincent Kavaloski 2020
Vincent Kavalowski was a Professor of Philosophy and Integrative Studies. He was posthumously given the 2020 ‘Peacemaker of the Year Award’ by a Wisconsin organization. This poem is published to mark his recent passing.
I discovered this poem serendipitously while visiting the Philosophynow.org website. I have continuously been drawn to learn more of late antiquity, the fierce Romans and the Greeks that conquered them spiritually and aesthetically. My professors and other fellow travelers in philosophy all shared this fascination with late antiquity.
I received a book from Amazon yesterday entitled, Pax Romana, War, Peace and Conquest in the Roman World by Adrian Goldsworthy. The book is an assessment of the work of military force and diplomatic pressure to achieve the Pax Romana, a generalized peace over Mediterranean civilization that lasted some 200 years. The angle of view is that of the colonials who voluntarily or involuntarily acceded to Roman rule. One of my motivations for purchasing the book is a felt need for a broader understanding of Pax Americana. In the years I have been alive, since World War II America has sponsored world wide peace by virtue of military bases girdling the globe, and a robust navy presence at sea. What has this been worth, and for whom?