I love this short essay by Tolstoy. Disclaimer: Lol, i'm no anarchist - I love the central message of this work - that we reform ourselves before trying to reform society.

On Anarchy

The Anarchists are right in everything; in the negation of the existing order and in the assertion that, without Authority there could not be worse violence than that of Authority under existing conditions.They are mistaken only in thinking that anarchy can be instituted by a violent revolution. But it will be instituted only by there being more and more people who do not require the protection of governmental power and by there being more and more people who will be ashamed of applying this power.

“The capitalistic organization will pass into the hands of workers, and then there will be no more oppression of these workers, and no unequal distribution of earnings.” [Marxist]

“But who will establish the works; who will administer them?” [Anarchist]

“It will go on of its own accord; the workmen themselves will arrange everything.” [Marxist]

“But the capitalistic organization was established just because, for every practical affair, there is need for administrators furnished with power. If there be work, there will be leadership, administrators with power. And when there is power, there will be abuse of it — the very thing against which you are now striving.” [Anarchist]

* * *

To the question, how to be without a State, without courts, armies, and so on, an answer cannot be given, because the question is badly formulated. The problem is not how to arrange a State after the pattern of today, or after a new pattern. Neither I, nor any of us, is appointed to settle that question.

But, though voluntarily, yet inevitably must we answer the question, how shall I act faced with the problem which ever arises before me? Am I to submit my conscience to the acts taking place around me, am I to proclaim myself in agreement with the Government, which hangs erring men, sends soldiers to murder, demoralizes nations with opium and spirits, and so on, or am I to submit my actions to conscience, i.e., not participate in Government, the actions of which are contrary to reason?

What will be the outcome of this, what kind of a Government there will be — of all this I know nothing; not that I don’t wish to know; but that I cannot. I only know that nothing evil can result from my following the higher guidance of wisdom and love, or wise love, which is implanted in me, just as nothing evil comes of the bee following the instinct implanted in her, and flying out of the hive with the swarm, we should say, to ruin.[1] But, I repeat, I do not wish to and cannot judge about this.

In this precisely consists the power of Christ’s teaching and that not because Christ is God or a great man, but because His teaching is irrefutable. The merit of His teaching consists in the fact that it transferred the matter from the domain of eternal doubt and conjecture on to the ground of certainty. You are a man, a being rational and kind, and you know that today or tomorrow you will die, disappear. If there be a God then you will go to Him and He will ask of you an account of your actions, whether you have acted in accordance with His law, or, at least, with the higher qualities implanted in you. If there be no God, you regard reason and love as the highest qualities, and must submit to them your other inclinations, and not let them submit to your animal nature — to the cares about the commodities of life, to the fear of annoyance and material calamities.

The question is not, I repeat, which community will be the more secure, the better — the one which is defended by arms, cannons, gallows or the one that is not so safeguarded. But there is only one question for a man, and on it is impossible to evade: “Will you, a rational and good being, having for a moment appeared in this world, and at any moment liable to disappear — will you take part in the murder of erring men or men of a different race, will you participate in the extermination of whole nations of so-called savages, will you participate in the artificial deterioration of generations of men by means of opium and spirits for the sake of profit, will you participate in all these actions, or even be in agreement with those who permit them, or will you not?”

And there can be but one answer to this question for those to whom it has presented itself. As to what the outcome will be of it, I don’t know, because it is not given to me to know. But what should be done, I do unmistakably know. And if you ask: “What will happen?”, then I reply that good will certainly happen; because, acting in the way indicated by reason and love, I am acting in accordance with the highest law known to me. The situation of the majority of men, enlightened by true brotherly enlightenment, at present crushed by the deceit and cunning of usurpers, who are forcing them to ruin their own lives — this situation is terrible and appears hopeless.

Only two issues present themselves, and both are closed. One is to destroy violence by violence, by terrorism, dynamite bombs and daggers as our Nihilists and Anarchists have attempted to do, to destroy this conspiracy of Governments against nations, from without; the other is to come to an agreement with the Government, making concessions to it, participating in it, in order gradually to disentangle the net which is binding the people, and to set them free. Both these issues are closed. Dynamite and the dagger, as experience has already shown, only cause reaction, and destroy the most valuable power, the only one at our command, that of public opinion.

The other issue is closed, because Governments have already learnt how far they may allow the participation of men wishing to reform them. They admit only that which does not infringe, which is non-essential; and they are very sensitive concerning things harmful to them — sensitive because the matter concerns their own existence. They admit men who do not share their views, and who desire reform, not only in order to satisfy the demands of these men, but also in their own interest, in that of the Government. These men are dangerous to the Governments if they remain outside them and revolt against them — opposing to the Governments the only effective instrument the Governments possess — public opinion; they must therefore render these men harmless, attracting them by means of concessions, in order to render them innocuous (like cultivated microbes), and then make them serve the aims of the Governments, i.e., oppress and exploit the masses.

Both these issues being firmly closed and impregnable, what remains to be done?

To use violence is impossible; it would only cause reaction. To join the ranks of the Government is also impossible — one would only become its instrument. One course therefore remains — to fight the Government by means of thought, speech, actions, life, neither yielding to Government nor joining its ranks and thereby increasing its power.

This alone is needed, will certainly be successful.

And this is the will of God, the teaching of Christ. There can be only one permanent revolution — a moral one: the regeneration of the inner man.

How is this revolution to take place? Nobody knows how it will take place in humanity, but every man feels it clearly in himself. And yet in our world everybody thinks of changing humanity, and nobody thinks of changing himself.

Leo Tolstoy

1900

It's incredibly difficult to write a love poem. I should specify that I am referring to human love - the love between two partners. It's an onerous task because the topic has been covered repetitively in the literary corpus. One has to be creative and present their story in a manner which distinguishes it from the others. Otherwise the work just seems mundane and unimaginative. This is where the poetic masters shine. They know how to tell a story like it's never been told before. The poem below by Yeats exemplifies the unique character of a well versed love story. Following the reading is a brief reflection on some aspects of this work. 

When You Are Old

By: William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

The poem, "When you are old," by W.B. Yeats is a beautifully crafted story about an alluring and classy woman who was admired by several men. The genuine nature of their love for her was 

questionable. But, one man stood out distinctively among the rest. He loved her in her most troubled of times (.."loved the sorrows of your changing face"). His admiration for her didn't alter with time - rather it grew as she changed over the years - be it physically, emotionally, socially or psychologically ("..one man loved the pilgrim soul in you). The work concludes on the theme of loss. The tragic death of ones' lover("how Love fled...And hid his face amid a crowd of stars").

I love the rhythm of this poem. The way it takes you from the present  (1st paragraph) to the past (2nd paragraph) to the near present (3rd paragraph). The language is sweet and delicate - it doesn't impose feelings of gaiety or sorrow upon its audience. Instead, these words provide readers with space to appreciate the story and allow their sentiments to develop appropriately at their own free will. Herein is the meritorious aspect of fine writing. This space left for interpretation enables readers to bring in their own experiences to the work. In so doing, readers gain a bona fide appreciation of the poet's work while simultaneously gaining a deeper, at times philosophical, understanding of their personal experiences or their existence as a whole. 

The first snow of the season has arrived. I just came home after ice-skating with some buddies.  Now i'm sippin' on green tea and sitting by the heater - trying to recirculate my fingers and toes :)

In light of keeping an optimistic attitude towards the cold weather, here's a short, sweet and simple poem that fits perfectly with the winter season.  

Dust of Snow

By: Robert Frost

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.

I came upon this piece while reading from Whitman's "Leaves of Grass and Selected Prose." I found this book at the Trillium Hospital. There is an awesome bookshelf by the Emergency entrance where new books arrive daily (I still have yet to figure out who actually brings them in) and for a small donation to the hospital the item is all yours to keep!

I'll post the poem first. Following the poem is a brief explication of the lines according to my understanding of the work.

PS: Don't read poetry. Vocalize it. It works wonders.

"Thought" 

By: Walt Whitman

Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, 
scholarships, and the like; 
(To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them, 
except as it results to their bodies and souls, 
So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked, 
And often to me each one mocks the others, and mocks himself or herself, 
And of each one the core of life, namely happiness, is full of the 
rotten excrement of maggots, 
And often to me those men and women pass unwittingly the true 
realities of life, and go toward false realities, 
And often to me they are alive after what custom has served them, 
but nothing more, 
And often to me they are sad, hasty, unwaked sonnambules walking the dusk.)

This work by Whitman asserts the negative impact that the desire for status and wealth has on the souls of individuals. He reminds the reader that such aspirations lead people to seek "false realities" at the expense of "true realities" in life. Consequently, they acquire a deluded understanding of happiness which is based on the never ceasing lust for money and societal praise. Their well-being and delight in life is established on these ostentatious practices. But for a man who understands the true realities of life, a man of intellect like Whitman, he can see beyond their prestigious and cheerful facade. He sees with disgust "gaunt and naked" individuals. Those who ridicule, "mock," others to reach their goals. They ruthlessly fence through the crowd to reach the top - without concern for those they have debased and degraded on their path. And when their target is reached, they experience a short-lived euphoria, for they have accomplished, according to societal "custom," the pinnacle of life - status and money. But all they have arrived at "sinks." Because it all fades as each season brings about a new individual in each community - one with more status and money than the others.  The seekers of societal glory struggle daily to maintain their positions of authority a midst their competitors.  Their aspiration for fame forever entraps them in a vicious cycle of the souls' destruction prior to their bodily destruction. This tragedy is captured when Whitman describes their final destination as "unwaked sonnambules walking through the dusk."