Ujima for 2019
UJIMA for 2019
"Great writing is a dogged confrontation with the
human hell without and the human hell within oneself; great writing is the courage to draw
prophetic conclusions from the existence of hell.
…..
To face hell means not to collapse because of man's present
reality but to face up to man's ability to conquer himself, to face up to man's
infinite potentialities for health and goodness, for godliness, for creativity,
for beauty, for the construction of boundaryless human harmony."
Lance Jeffers, "The Death of the Defensive Posture:
Toward Grandeur in Afro-American Letters" (1970)
The definition Lance Jeffers created for great writing is
daunting, but it provides descriptive boundaries for work during 2019 and beyond. Wikipedia
estimates that slightly more than two million books are published annually
throughout the world. China publishes
440,000; the United States, 304,912. If 1% of that number is significantly "great," the world must consider
itself fortunate. 99% of what is published
annually exists in a spectrum from "very good" to
"trashy." The number of people
capable of producing "great writing" as defined by Jeffers is
miniscule. The reason is not far to
seek.
Writers, especially American writers, tend to face either the hell within or the hell without. The limits of being human minimize their
probability of facing within and without simultaneously.
Jeffers was more optimistic about potential than the
practice of everyday life allows me to be.
I find scant evidence that writers in any discipline or occupation
(including the jobs of making war and dispensing terror) have transcendent
courage to satisfy the terms Jeffers set for greatness. My own writing is purposeful rather than great,
an effort to murder the defensive posture which disables people.
I find unsettling
evidence in much contemporary American
writing of the defensive posture, a surplus of mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Mea
culpa is all the rage, and the rage is marketed by publishers (including
self-publishers) with sinister fidelity. If we do not try to reduce, arrest, or incarcerate
the ethical criminality of self-deprecating production (an unexamined
trendiness) in 2019 among the writers we
claim to love ---we express love by anointing with praise and prize, we will be complicit in
systemic destruction. We who write in
any genre need to be offensively critical not defensively promiscuous. We need
to love ourselves enough to create pragmatic grandeur for postlapsarian
Americans, to honor the prophecy of Lance Jeffers and the efforts of Amiri
Baraka to map the mindscape of hell without apology.
I'd like to write on December 28, 2019 that we have made
progress in exorcising the demons within and without.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. December 28, 2018
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