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Thursday 30 December 2021

A squalor of honest men


A Newspaper is...

A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices

Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,

Spreads its curious opinion

To a million merciful and sneering men,

While families cuddle the joys of the fireside

When spurred by tale of dire lone agony.

A newspaper is a court

Where every one is kindly and unfairly tried

By a squalor of honest men.

A newspaper is a market

Where wisdom sells its freedom

And melons are crowned by the crowd.

A newspaper is a game

Where his error scores the player victory

While another's skill wins death.

A newspaper is a symbol;

It is feckless life's chronicle,

A collection of loud tales

Concentrating eternal stupidities,

That in remote ages lived unhaltered,

Roaming through a fenceless world.


Stephen Crane - War is Kind (1899)

7 comments:

dearieme said...

Newspapers were doomed from the moment they were banned as fish-wrappers.

DiscoveredJoys said...

60 years ago a teacher made us all think about what recorded history on a daily basis. The answer was newspapers.

Nowadays, observing Heraclitus sage advice*, newspapers (and other media) have inverted their purpose and become what writes fiction on a daily basis.

*There is nothing permanent except change.
~ Heraclitus.

Encouraging another philosopher (can't find the quote) to propose that things gradually change into their opposite (money becomes credit cards etc.).

Doonhamer said...

Dearieme. And budgies, linoleum and open fires went out of fashion. And Izal was superseded by superior bog-roll.

A K Haart said...

dearieme - they are still useful for cleaning the inside of a car windscreen though.

DJ - fiction sells and possibly always has. There may be no way round it.

Doonhamer - I've seen rolls of Izal in an antique shop. Linoleum on a bathroom floor in winter was not comforting to the feet.

dearieme said...

God, yes, open fires. Sitting at one while sucking a clove and warming a scarf to apply to the cheek where the toothache was.

Made men of us though, eh?

Like warmed olive oil for earache. California Syrup of Figs for constipation. Cod liver oil for Vitamin D deficiency.

Come to think of it, that last one meant our parents' generation was more on the ball than the present public health bureaucracy.

Andy said...

My local rag, the Herts Advertiser, should be delivered free every Thursday. During the summer the deliveries stopped. I wrote to them to complain saying that it's crucial to be informed in these difficult times. The deliveries began again. I don't actually read it but it is very useful for lighting the fire.

A K Haart said...

dearieme - it bothers me that kids spend less time outside than we did and they are smeared with sunblock if the sun peeps out. Where their Vitamin D comes from I don't know, but I bet they don't get much from a takeaway diet.

Andy - we used to have an advertising paper and we kept every copy for various uses. Never read it though. Now we receive a glossy magazine which is no use at all.