He
has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity
in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from
beginning to end. —Ecclesiastes 3:11
These
hauntingly beautiful lands… somehow never satisfy… —C.S. Lewis,
Letters I:970
The
times has come, the walrus said, to talk of names and things. The
name of this blog has officially changed to “Islands of Joy.”
I
wanted something less personal, less private, more artistic, and more
expressive of the vision of this blog than the obscure “Iambic
Admonit.” I am also bringing on a few new writers and focusing the
content a bit more. The name is inspired by C.S. Lewis, who is
perhaps my greatest literary inspiration. His writing as simple and
profound, imaginative and rational. He is the master of the perfect
analogy, and a storyteller of consummate skill.
Throughout
his entire life, Lewis has haunted by “an unsatisfied desire
which is itself more desirable than any other satisfaction… I call
it Joy” (Surprised by Joy).
“Islands
of Joy” are moments of sehnsucht or sweet
desire evoked by art, poetry, music, or nature. A line from
Tennyson, a phrase by Wagner, a glimpse of Turner, or a sudden wind
across a field of wheat—and the soul springs up, yearning for
something more, but not sure what it wants. It wants to possess the
beauty: to ingest it, devour it, assimilate it. It wants to become
that beauty. It wants to make more beauty. And it wants to know Who
made that beauty in the first place, then be united with Him.
This
desire shot through C.S. Lewis's heart, a painful, glorious yearning,
at the sounds of certain words, the sight of a distant landscape, or
the strains of sublime music. He tried a wild variety of words for
this experience throughout his life: It, Romanticism, heraldry of
heaven, intense longing, sweet desire, enchantment, the Blue Flower,
the dialectic of Desire, immortal longings, divine discontent, the
authentic thrill, the heraldry of heaven, inaccessible longings,
ice-sharp joys, unfulfilled
desire, and Sehnsucht. He finally settled on “Joy,”
So a
lot of the content on this blog is inspired by or related to C.S.
Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Charles Williams, and the other Inklings. The
primary writer, Sørina Higgins, is a Charles Williams scholar:
please check out her other blog The
Oddest Inkling, all about Williams. All the other writers
enjoy the works of the Inklings, some as fans, some as scholars.
Here
on Islands of Joy you will find book reviews, film reviews,
articles on Inklings themes, and other Inklings-related posts. You
will also find discussions of any arts that take our fancy at the
moment. There is plenty of analysis
of Doctor Who.
There
is another Lewis connection, too. He lost his mother at age nine, and
later wrote: “With my mother's death all settled happiness . . .
disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures,
many stabs of joy; but no more of the old security. It was sea and
islands now; the great continent had sunk like Atlantis.”
In
those astonishing encounters with great art, we are lifted out of the
gray, dull, or stormy sea of everyday experience, shot through with a
dart of longing. Those moments are bright sparks in the darkness of
sin, violence, depression, and drudgery. As Chaucer wrote: We
blunder ever, and poren in the fire, / And, for all that, we fail of
our desire. But the desire keeps
taking hold of us, sharp as swords, sweet as sex, swiftly-passing as
the wind. It is a kind of wanderlust, a yearning to
travel to:
The
land where I shall never be
The love that I shall never see.
The love that I shall never see.
—Lewis
Letters I:283, quoting Andrew Lang
There
is a huge theme in European literature of longing for Western
Islands: Atlantis, Avalon, Númenor,
Valinor, Venus/Perelandra, Sarras.... I hope to write or edit a book
on this topic one day.
But
rare is the traveller who reaches one of these longed-for islands.
Because
the whole point of the longing is that it cannot be satisfied in this
life. It is a signpost to Heaven. All satisfactions here fail to
satiate, because we really want God.
In
the meanwhile, we alight momentarily on these islands of joy,
stopping to gaze at a painting, read a poem, listen to a piece of
music, or stare out at the horizon.
3 comments:
Beautifully written, Sorina.
I get feelings similar to Lewis now and again, but usually in the business of life, and frankly the harsh transactions of life, the beauty and longing get crowded out. The transactional/performance-based life of work, where I mainly feel a commodity to be used up, and even in most church environments, where I rarely feel enjoyed for who I am but more often appreciated for being "useful".
I think I need to go take a walk.....
Dominic
Thank you for this comment, Dominic. Do take a walk on this gorgeous autumn day; perhaps some time out in nature will lift your spirits and give you a shock of "sehnsucht."
Yes…
Please…
… and thank you!
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