G. K. CHESTERTON - A BRIDGE TO
Gilbert Keith Chesterton was born in
Campden Hill, Kensington, on May 29, 1874, the Feast Day of St. Joan of Arc, the
first Christian Nationalist. His father, Edward Chesterton, was a partner in a
family firm of estate agents, which is still in business. He appears to have
been an ideal father, devoting much time to both the education and entertainment
of his two sons, Gilbert and Cecil. His mother, Marie Louise Grosjean, was of
Norman descent, and it was, in Shaw's view, from this side of the family that
Gilbert inherited his massive frame, growing in his 'teens to a height of six
feet two. Mr & Mrs. Chesterton were Unitarians and "Freethinkers". Nevertheless
they had Gilbert baptized on 1st July, 1874, in St. George's Church, Campden.
Chesterton was a slow developer, not beginning to speak until he was nearly
three, whereupon he dictated a fairy story to his nurse maid, requesting her to
write it for him. He remained at Prep school a year longer than usual, going to
St. Paul's at twelve. His teachers found him "unresponsive," "Absent minded" and
"forgetful." His physical development remained slow, his voice not breaking
until he was nearly eighteen. His mother, growing anxious, took him to a brain
specialist who informed her that her son's brain was the largest and most
sensitive that he had ever known and that he was "Either a genius or an idiot."
In fact Chesterton was a genius. When
his classmates formed the "Junior Debating Club" it was to Chesterton that they
turned for a Chairman. The club produced a magazine "The Debater," to which
Chesterton contributed major articles. The journal so impressed the High Master
of St. Paul 's that he described Chesterton as "Six foot of Genius." In his last
year at the school (1892) he won the Milton Prize for poetry with a poem on St.
Gilbert's friends went on to
University whilst he, deferring to his father, went to the Slade to study art.
He appears to have gone through what today would be termed an "Identity crisis."
"Who am I?' "How can I be certain that there is an external world?' He himself
was to say that it was the "broad humanity and democracy" of Walt Whitman's
poetry which saved his sanity. Chesterton did not pursue a career as an artist
and after leaving the Slade worked as a publishers reader - a notoriously
under-paid and overworked job. He probably would have remained In that position
for life, his own manuscripts piling up in his bedroom, If he had not been
introduced to Frances Blogg, one of three remarkable sisters. Frances badgered
him to take his work around publishers and editors. The results were remarkable,
soon Chesterton had a regular weekly column in the "London Illustrated News" and
his articles, essays and poems were appearing in so many magazines that it was
claimed that there was no such person as "G.K.C." for such an output could only
be maintained by a "committee" of authors!
It was Gilbert's younger brother,
Cecil, who Introduced him to Hilaire Belloc. At the time they were publishing a
journal called "The Eye-witness", later "The New Witness." The meeting drew
Gilbert into the field of politics. After Cecil's death in the first World War
Gilbert was tied for the rest of his life to publishing "The New Witness," which
became "G. K's. Weekly." Chesterton's own definition of "Distributism", the
publication's essential creed, Is still the clearest:
"Distributism presents a social
idea which nine men out of ten would in normal circumstances regard as
normal... Distributism is not merely a moderate form of Socialism, it is not
merely a humane sort of capitalism. Its two primary principles may be stated
1) That the only way to preserve
liberty is to preserve property so that the individual and the family may in
some degree be Independent of oppressive systems, whether unofficial or
2) The only way to preserve
property is to distribute it much more equally among citizens so that all,
or approximately all, may understand and defend it. This can only be done by
breaking up the plutocratic concentrations of our time."
Was it, as Shaw maintained, all a
waste of Chesterton's time and talents? Ghandi did not think so. It was an
article by Chesterton on Indian nationalism which inspired his own thinking.
Schumacher did not think so, for the original title of his seminal book,
"Small is Beautiful" was "An Essay in Chestertonian Economics." Who
today would argue against a "Property owning Democracy", where "property" means
a source of independent livelihood and not mere disposable income for
Chesterton's voluminous output, in
every field of literature, continued up to the last year of his fife. There was
a tailing off as his heart failed, and he died at 10 a.m. Sunday, 4th June,
1936. The cause of death was simply that Chesterton's heart was not large enough
for his massive frame and punishing schedule of work. He died of doing the work
of ten men. He died from being G. K. Chesterton.
It is perhaps ironic that most people
know the name G. K. Chesterton in connection with the "Fr. Brown" stories.
Brilliant as they are as detective stories, they were, and Chesterton regarded
them as, "pot-boilers," written when money ran short. It is impossible, even in
a book length study, to evaluate all of Chesterton's work, the range is too
great - illustrator, novelist, biographer, historian, critic, philosopher,
lecturer in three continents, broadcaster, short story writer, journalist,
editor, and poet. It is the last description that is usually challenged by
students of poetry and it is that aspect of Chesterton that I want, briefly, to
touch upon for it is the poetry which establishes Chesterton as the bridge
between the 19th and 20th centuries.
There has been a long debate upon
whether Chesterton should be regarded as a poet or as a writer of good verse.
The distinction is important, for there has been an even longer debate on the
difference between poetry and verse. Verse is in fact fairly easy to define; we
can say that it is strings of words which make sense, arranged in a rhythmic
pattern. Poetry defies any such definition. Chesterton himself was greatly
influenced by the democratic vigour of Whitman, but Whitman's LEAVES OF GRASS
was written in free verse, a form Chesterton did not favour. It was probably
Whitman whom Browning, a master of the arts of prosody admired by Chesterton ,
dismissed in an aside as "The new prose-poet." Kipling was an extremely
competent writer of verse, yet for me at least his work does not have the
quality of poetry. Critics have coined the phrase "Public Poetry" to describe
Kipling's type of verse, and such public poetry has an honourable and ancient
Knowledge may be considered as a
two-dimensional activity of the mind. We speak, habitually, of a man having a
"breadth of knowledge." Understanding however is a three-dimensional thing and
we recognize this by speaking of a "depth of understanding." Understanding is a
mental experience; a sudden insight, the achieving of a perspective, from which
standpoint all manner of known things fall into place and assume a pattern; a
pattern to which new knowledge can be assimilated. It is, I would suggest, the
communication of that insight which is the mark or quality which differentiates
poetry from verse, music from instrumental exercises and art from
representation. To take the analogy further, the distinction between poetry and
verse may be said to lie In the deepening of the work by the appearance of a
"third dimension." It has been suggested that poetry is the "quintessence of
thought" and this accords with the Idea of a "third dimension, " of a deepening
into "insight," or as Hopkins put it, "inscape, "communicated to the reader by
the quality of the verse which is its medium.
Was Chesterton on these criteria, a
poet or a writer of verse, sometimes serious verse, sometimes light, sometimes
sonorous, sometimes witty? The answer is both. The reason for that is probably
that Chesterton was not a-poet-and-only-a-poet, as all the great poets were. The
very universality of his literary output made it impossible for him to
concentrate upon poetry. Much of his verse is indeed journalism - witty verse
comments on events of the week written for the Saturday morning papers.
Of the longer poems The Ballad of the
White Horse is considered by most critics as the best. Chesterton devoted more
time to it than to any other of his works. The casual reader might see it as
"merely" a narrative poem, possibly "more public poetry." Attentive reading
however reveals it as a deeply metaphysical poem, a poem of the struggle between
pessimism and hope in which hope in the person of Alfred is triumphant over
fatalism in the person of Guthrum.
It was with two stanzas that The
Times began its first leader on one of the darkest days of the Second World War:
"I tell you naught for your comfort
Do you have joy without a cause,
Yea, faith without a hope?
and It was to The Ballad that
it returned after El Alamein:
"The high tidel" King Alfred cried
The high tide and the turn!"
Nevertheless I wish to enter a plea
for the least known of the long poems - The Ballad of St. Barbara. In his
Introduction to The Works of G. K. Chesterton: (The Wordsworth Poetry
Library, 1995,) Peter Faulkner states, "Although the publication of his poems
occurred in the years when Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot were revolutionising the
practice of poetry Chesterton... paid not the slightest attention to
Modernism." It is strange that Faulkner should have paid no attention at all to
Maisie Ward's "Gilbert Keith Chesterton" in which she includes a number
of free verse pieces from Chesterton's notebook, some reminiscent of the early
Pound. Chesterton, as we know, admired and was influenced by Walt Whitman, and
from where else but Whitman did the American poets, Eliot and Pound
(Longfellow's nephew) learn their first lessons in free verse? (Yes I know all
about Baudelaire, Rimbaud and Laforgue.) Chesterton was familiar with the
Modernist case and its reliance on free verse; his To A Modern Poet
demonstrates that. I suggest that he grasped, before many others did, that free
verse is not the essence of Modernism. The creation of a multi-faceted
perception of reality is. The Modernists achieve this by an interweaving of
perspectives, a rapid "switching of camera angles" from image to image. For
this, free verse is the most appropriate, but not the only possible, medium. In
St. Barbara Chesterton does just this; interweaving the legend of the
saint with the narrative of the battle, switching from the hearing of the ear to
the image of the eye. And what a sustained image that is, the image of the
flashes of the thundering artillery as windows breaking open in the day!
The most famous image in English
literature, that of Donne's compasses, is sustained through twelve lines.
Chesterton's image of the windows blasted in the sky is sustained throughout the
whole poem! St. Barbara however was not the first of Chesterton's
experiments in form. Lepanto, it might be expected would be a straight
forward battle narrative of the Tennyson or Campbell sort, but it isnít.
Chesterton's "camera" roves and switches without warning from Byzantium to Rome,
London, Paris, Spain; from present to past and to future things darkly hinted:
from politics to theology, from the cavalcade to the armada, all in a series of
vivid images: "that which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an
instant of time." (Pound.) All this before either Lustra or Prufock. Professor
Wren-Lewis (Sydney) ranks Chesterton as one of the "Sages of Aquarius," seeing
him as a "forerunner of the great upsurge of free spiritual enquiry that began
in the 1960s." If he is right this would certainly establish Chesterton as a
bridge between Victorianism and Modernism, between "Public Poetry" and the
"Inward experience" of Modernism, but how does he stand as a poet? Chesterton
cannot be placed among the great poets who preceded him, but neither is he a
minor poet. Perhaps the final judgement must be that Chesterton is, among many
other things, a poet who bridged two ages.
1. Nigel Ford: A Motley Wisdom
Hodder & Stoughton, 1995
2. Monahan B.W. Aims of Education
appendix to Mystery Magic Music and Metaphysics: Tidal Publications,
Sydney N.S.W. 1971.
3. Eliot, T.S.quoted in The New
Poetic (page 129)Stead, C.K.Hutchlnson, 1960.
4. Davie, D: in Twentieth Century
Poetry (page 200) Open University Press 1975.
5. cf. Communication Tongued with
Fire - Chesterton Review Vol.XXII, No. 4., November, 1968.
Anthony Cooney's monograph on
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