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Fame, Like a Wayward Girl, Will Still Be Coy

10/31/2016

 
In The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons, Liu Hsien writes (in the translation of Vincent Yu-chung Shih):
[W]ith respect to the universe, it is everlasting and boundless, and in it we find people of all types. He who wants to stand out above the others must depend on his intelligence. Time is fleeting and life itself is transitory. If a man really wants to achieve fame, his only chance is to devote himself to writing. In his appearance, man resembles heaven and earth, and he is naturally endowed with five talents; his ears and eyes are comparable to the sun and moon; his voice and breath are like the wind and thunder; yet, as he transcends all things, he is really spiritual. His physical form may be as fragile as the grasses and trees, but his fame is more substantial than metal and stone. Therefore, a man of virtue, in his relationship with the people of the world, aims at establishing both his character and his words. So it is not that I simply happen to be fond of argument; it is that I cannot do otherwise than write.
​In light of climate change, mass extinction and the threatened annihilation of the human species, desire for fame seems the height of man's vanity. Nevertheless, prior to the Anthropocene it made sense, and it was out of this sublime rationality that Keats wrote. Here is his second sonnet "On Fame":
 Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
   To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,
  And dotes the more upon a heart at ease;
She is a Gipsey,—will not speak to those
  Who have not learnt to be content without her;
A Jilt, whose ear was never whisper’d close,
  Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her;
A very Gipsey is she, Nilus-born,
  Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar;
Ye love-sick Bards! repay her scorn for scorn;
  Ye Artists lovelorn! madmen that ye are!
Make your best bow to her and bid adieu,
Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.

​John Keats was born on this day in 1795, the only holiday I consistently celebrate.

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