“Joy
to great Chaos! Let Division reign:
Chromatic
tortures soon shall drive them hence,
Break
all their nerves, and fritter all their sense:
One
Trill shall harmonize joy, grief, and rage,
Wake
the dull church, and lull the ranting stage;
To
the same notes thy sons shall hum, or snore,
And
all thy yawning daughters cry, encore.” —English poet Alexander Pope
(1688-1744), The Dunciad (1728)
Pope
wrote his mock epic (one of my favorite long poems) about the baleful consequences of incompetence in the arts.
But today, “chaos” and “division” describe a wider landscape—beginning in the
"ranting stage" of the electronic culture, a vast black hole of inventive, hatred, and untruths, with
its now-dimmed light bouncing toward the world of politics, which in turn
reflects it back toward that hole, with the light growing ever fainter as it
ricochets.
Pope’s apocalyptic finale is of Creation reversed, and so it feels
at times today, as the wider understanding heralded by God-given reason is gradually obscured by opportunists through polarizing propaganda.
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