The Collapse of Western Man

The following is an excerpt of an email sent from Will to Art on 17 August 2014.

Manfred and the Alpine Witch by John Martin

I was just thinking of middle age and your interest in Nietzsche and started thinking of Byron.

McLuhan saw Sherlock Holmes as a sign of the collapse of Western Man and said you could basically draw a line from Byron through Nietzsche to Holmes in this collapse. I have to double check, but I think Darwin and Kipling were in there, too.

Anyways, it's interesting to me that we are in many ways trying to reverse the effects of mankind's modern and postmodern self-image, and that in doing so, we're using a distortion of the trope of the Byronic hero. Arthur White is an opposite of Byron's Manfred. Will is the opposite of Don Juan. From our vantage point of middle age, we're standing against the culture not with heightened versions of ourselves, but deeply flawed and broken ones. Nietzsche takes from Byron the notion of making art out of one's life. We seem to be about wheezing what life we can into art.

Byron never made it to middle age. I wonder what the middle-aged Byronic hero would look like.

The Byronic hero is also a vital to American identity (the concept of the self-made man) and rock and roll (the notion of self-mythologizing: Bo Diddley, Little Richard, Mick Jagger, Jim Morrison, Alice Cooper, David Bowie, etc).

Stan Witkowski is a Pharisee in the Church of the Self-Made Man and Will strives to be. Will also tries to push Arthur down the path of self-mythology, although for obvious reasons, it's a dumb strategy. Will looks at Arthur and sees a blank slate for a rockstar identity, but Arthur is far from a blank slate--he's an incomprehensible slate.

Will is actually the blank slate: he has no understanding of who he is because he thinks that an identity must be achieved. Every time he is on the verge of success, he very nearly becomes a person.

Every time Arthur flops, he unknowingly murders Will!

I've never made this connection, perhaps because I'm too close to my own name (it means "protector," so I've seen Will as Arthur's protector), but really, Will is thwarted Nietzschean will. Adolf Hitler, robbed of success, kills himself because he is nothing without conquest: the will to power is hopeless when power is out of reach. Ironically, the Happy Lomans or Larry Hitlers of the world, if you will, can be fairly happy because the promise of power never evades them--just the power itself--so the will continues. In his middle age, Will retreats to that Keith Richards sort of look because it reminds him of days when the promise of power still provided an object to his will/Will.

Arthur on the other hand has an identity so profound that it bewilders even him. I think I see him in his elderly years as a pillar saint. I'd like to take him way, way out of our contemporary understanding of saints. When was the last time the church named a pillar saint? They popped up in the ruins of the Roman Empire, more or less after the martyrs.

Maybe it's time, as Western culture lies in ruins, that we re-encounter the pillar saint.

A Meditation on Midlife

The following is an excerpt of an exchange between Will and Art on 12 August 2014.

Art:

How is this project a meditation on midlife, like Dante:

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward path had been lost.

The fact that it was conceived in my 20s but really assayed at 40, but is facing all sorts of difficulties. And bumping up against the idea that I'm not special, that I'm normal, and that's okay...but I'm not okay with that idea. And the project itself is an attempt to free myself from this fate, from being dragged back into the chorus. 

But the ascent is guarded by a panther, lion, and wolf. I cannot ascend in the way that I wish: I must descend in order to ascend.

Will:

In many ways, I see myself as a cartoonish version of a great rockstar nobody has ever heard of. 

There's something about Michigan that gives people lots of freedom and inspiration to make whatever art they want, but no support. It boggles my mind to think what Michigan would be like if it paid and respected artists as it does doctors and engineers. But yeah, from my middle-aged standpoint, I think of all the great rock and roll nobody ever heard. Few of us even talk to each other now. Nobody sustains the legend. 

And obviously, there's a lot of spiritual inventory being taken both on a personal and cultural level. I had my head up my butt through most of my 20s, experienced immense spiritual growth in my 30s, and came to a comfortable-but-chaotic existence at 40.

Meanwhile, culturally, I feel like the opposite had happened. The better my faith life gets, the more it feels like the world is falling apart. And maybe that's where our story can offer a postmodern Virgil, examining the landscape of the past six decades.