Sunday, May 31, 2009

I am human: nothing human is alien to me.

I've been intrigued by this statement for a long time. I can't remember where I first saw it or in what context, but I think it's fascinating and certainly worth thinking about.

To put things in perspective, this comes from Heauton Timorumenos (The Self-Tormentor), a play by the Roman playwright Publius Terentius Afer, or Terence. It occurs early on in the first scene,

Menedemus. Chreme, tantumne ab re tuast oti tibi aliena ut cures ea quae nil ad te attinent?
Chremes. Homo sum: humani nil a me alienum puto. [*]

ME. Chremes, have you so much leisure from your own affairs that you can attend to those of others – those which don't concern you?
CH. I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me. [*]

The two characters ME and CH are neighbours having a conversation; CH notes that ME is quite old (sixty years or more, he reckons), and asks why he still toils in his fields all day. ME then replies "Chreme, tantumne..." and so on. At first glance it looks as if CH is being nosey; but if we interpret it that way, his words seem far too elevated and lofty for that. (He could've just said something along the lines of "Well, I'm your neighbour and I think you're weird" but that would have made for a horrible play.)

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The effectiveness of this line, I think, is twofold. It clearly links the particular (I) to the universal (human), and it alludes to a common, universal quality that we all share, which might be termed "humanity".

The first half goes straight to the point – Homo sum; I am human. It taps into a pool of feelings, experiences, desires – whatever – that all people hold in common, and stakes a claim on it.

The second half – humani nil a me alienum puto – is a bit harder to interpret. I'm not a student of Latin, and all the declension and conjugation makes things really quite confusing for me; I use Wiktionary to untangle it all. The customary "nothing human is alien to me" translation has the advantage of being both accurate and succinct (except it loses the sense of the word "puto" – I judge / regard / deem).

So "nothing human is alien to me" – alien as in "foreign" or "unfamiliar", not as in E.T. I like to think that this is an embracement of everything human. In a way, it's rather like an inverse of the first part – phrasing it in the positive "all" rather than the negative "nothing", it might read like this: "I am human: all things human are familiar to me". In this way it elegantly proceeds from particular to universal, then universal to particular, symmetrical just like "three in one, and one in three" or Dumas's "all for one, and one for all".

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Now that I've dissected it, time to put it together and figure out what it means as a whole. There is a problem in translation, in that the Latin "alienus" had a broader meaning than the English "alien" – and nowadays, the English "alien" is hardly used in any context than little green men. "Alien" can mean extra-terrestrial, or foreign (as in "alien species" i.e. non-native), or simply distant and unfamiliar (as in "alienated", to have become estranged). Latin "alienus" simply means "of/belonging to someone or something else". [1] and [2]

An easier rendering is probably "nothing human is strange to me". This is quite a tall order; this means that one is familiar with all the joy and suffering that is the human condition. In a sense this is almost superhuman. It is probably something to be aimed at, a culmination of a lifetime of experience, not something you could pull off in an afternoon.

I think it's a worthy goal. It does not pass moral judgement – it does not disown the darker elements of human nature (sex, crime, drugs), nor does it unduly glorify the "good bits" (love, God, chocolate). Yet I feel it is a lofty sentiment because it encompasses all that is human; like I said earlier, it is an embracement.

This is why I'm more sympathetic towards people who swear and sin and make gritty movies and write difficult literature, than moralising self-righteous pulpit-preachers. The latter tend to lose sight of – or worse, disown – the uglier bits of humanity. They repress the humanity in them in the pursuit of a false goodness, or even a false Godliness.

I've written previously about George Lim, the guy who wrote to the ST Forum railing against movies that "focused on violence, crime, death and sex", arguing that "A movie that is worthwhile watching would give hope to the viewer about the meaning of life and its purpose... should result in stirring a person’s mind and heart to do good for society... should focus on wholesome family values of love and care, and respect for the elders and the government" and asking for the censorship board to do something about the films that are shown here.

He's an extreme example, but you get my point – by disowning the ugly bits of humanity, he creates a warped image of what people should be like. The crude reality is that people are human. Like I wrote in that same blog post, "The world is meaningless and hopeless and ugly and filthy and corrupt and depraved and rich and beautiful and wonderous and human in its depravity, deal with it!"

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"I am human: nothing human is alien to me." I'd like that to be inscribed on my headstone, when the time comes.

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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

reading Ulysses

I've been reading Ulysses at a fairly fast pace, 250 pages in the last 2 days. I'm somewhere in the middle of the 8th episode (if I'm not wrong), and very, very lost. I have no idea if there's a single narrative voice or if it shifts from character to character or whether Joyce is just trying to screw all of us over.

I need to seriously re-read it, slowly, after I'm done. And before that I probably need to read the Odyssey and Hamlet (there seem to be quite a few Hamlet references, which seem like nonsense). I also need a dictionary around while I'm reading it. What's jejune? Or crozier

I know how to drive myself mad. I also know enough to avoid it. If I wanted to go mad, I would read Ulysses while listening to Bartok's string quartets.

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Sunday, May 17, 2009

emo moment

in the morning hearing 'voices that care' on the radio. wtf i must be getting old and sentimental...

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

who the fuck posted this?

OWN UP, NOOB.

Anonymous said...
may the power of sai baba and tim tams protect u from m*****. =p
5/08/2009 2:51 PM

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

a soldier's rhsl

I've just got back from my first rehearsal for TPO's The Soldier's Tale (come watch me plz! 12 July!) and it felt like I was being slapped on the head by a bunch of seals, a different number of slaps each bar, but equally intense and painful throughout. 

Mr Lim Yau's conducting is... for this one piece... ignorable. On purpose. As far as I can tell he's just waving his hands in a manner vaguely remniscent of the beat, while we play like heck and well... ostensibly I'm supposed to feel the rhythm, the harmonic rhythm, but I'm certainly not familiar enough with the piece to do that -.- need more practice.

And it was only two people at today's rehearsal: me and the violinist Kathleen. O.o she's pro - and has either practised much more than me, or has extremely good rhythm, or both. (I'd only played through the whole thing twice... asking for trouble.)

I'm completely noobified. Still counting every single quaver for dear life. I'm glad Mr Lim hasn't thrown me out yet ^^ It's an awesome piece, and he's one of the luminaries here... all in all a crazy musical challenge.

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Monday, May 04, 2009

a couple more thoughts on aware

Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely glad that AWARE has been reclaimed by forward-looking, sensible women. By all accounts the day of the EOGM was a good day for democracy and the voice of the people, and this whole episode has certainly shaken some apathetic Singaporeans.

I just think there's very little more that I can add to the incredible amount of internet traffic there is about it, and I should shut up. But I think the spirit of the meeting was awesome, and the new new exco should be proud of themselves, and get to work.

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breather

Off from work today, thank f. That place is a very nasty well of hatred.

Jakarta: nice, generally. I saw an A&W at the airport! First time in, what, 10 years? Food was cheap but not very good and I ended up pigging out more than I should have - including that way-overdone veal steak at 2am in the morning ^^ wtf. Tough like rubber. I felt that the baby cow died in vain =(

Oh yes, the performance. It was ok, lots of slipups here and there but heck it's oldies and you can't go far wrong with tear-jerkers like yueliang daibiao wo de xin (月亮代表我的心, did I get it right?), Mona Lisa and Perhaps. The audience was politely appreciative and all that.

The 2 basses we got were awful though. I heard we paid $1000 rental for each of them - one was just about playable (precariously curved bridge though) but the other ^^ wooden tuning pegs, nylon strings, flat bridge (how to play the middle strings?) etc. Generally the set-up was so ghastly that while trying to fix metal strings on the thing, the tuning pegs bent under the pressure and the bridge collapsed twice. Gave up.

Yesterday: Coffee, Borders, my first LAN, dinner. Played Left 4 Dead with adam/jx/terence/wang. Not my usual bunch but fun. I think my hearing's permanently damaged and I came out of the LAN shop 7 bucks poorer and desperately wanting a neck-brace. But it felt good while we were at it... and 3+ hours just flew past like that playing zombies and vomiting sick slime at terence/wang and playing survivors and getting vomited at. ^^ nice.

Today: Just had a look at my schedules (I've got lots of rehearsals & appointments O.o) and July is scarily busy. If someone throws a bomb at me (extra duties, regimental duties... whatever) I'm screwed into the deepest sinkhole of shit imaginable. 3 concerts in July (and 2 of them are 2 days apart.) I need to siam at least one concert and potentially a rehearsal or two here and there. Not good!

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