In The Mill (Home And Away)

        Am I overdone, emotional?  Is it only the impact of the strenuous conditions upon a frame unfitted by nature and its career for present hardship? Itmay be that there is nothing on the barrack square which can injure a wholesome man. I do not swear thecontrary.   Perhaps:-- but recollect I amcoming through easier than my companions. Alone of the hut I’ve energy at the moment to protest.  If time has made me more worn than them, alsoit has made me deeper.  Man’s emotions,like water plants, sprout far-rooted from hisbasic clay pushfully into the light.  If very luxuriant they dam life’s current.  But these fellows’ feelings, because of theiryoungness, seem like shallops on a river, splashlyimportant, but passing without trace, leavingtheir surface clean, weedless, purling over the sunlit stones. Whereas to root out one of my thoughts—what upstirringof mud, what rending of fibre in the darkness.

        I am not frightened of ourinstructors, nor of their overdriving.  Tocomprehend why we are their victims is to riseabove them.  Yet despite mybackground of achievement and understanding, despite my willingness (quickened by a profound dissatisfaction with what I am)that the R.A.F. should bray me and re-mould me after its pattern : still Iwant to cry out that this our long-drawn punishing can subserve neitherbeauty nor use.

Excerpt from T.E.Lawrence, The Mint (published 1955)

Deraa (درعا‎) Today and in November, 1917

          I.  "The 2011 Syrian uprising is a series of major protests taking place in Syria, which began on 26 January 2011, influenced by concurrent protests in the region.  The uprising has been described as "unprecedented".


           Hundreds of protesters and security personnel have allegedly been killed, and many more injured, in the largest protests to take place in the country for decades.  The United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon condemned the use of deadly force against protesters as "unacceptable".

          Syria has been governed under an Emergency Law since 1962, resulting in the effective suspension of most constitutional protections for citizens. President Hafez al-Assad was in office for 30 years and his son President Bashar al-Assad has been in office since 2000.

25 April, 2011

 

      Tanks and soldiers entered Daraa and Douma. The border with Jordan was also closed. According to an activist, 18 people were killed in Daraa."


27 November Deraa: News update link from New York Times, click here

II.   From The Seven Pillars of Wisdom (T.E. Lawrence, 1922) -- Deraa, November, 1917:

        "They kicked me to the head of the stairs, and stretched me over a guard-bench, pommelling me.  Two knelt on my ankles, bearing down on the back of my knees, while two more twisted my wrists till they cracked, and then crushed them and my neck against the wood.  The corporal had run downstairs; and now came back with a whip of the Circassian sort, a thong of supple black hide, rounded and tapering from the thickness of a thumb at the grip (which was wrapped in silver) down to a hard point finer than a pencil.

        He saw me shivering, partly I think, with cold, and made it whistle over my ear, taunting me that before his tenth cut I would howl for mercy, and at the twentieth beg for the caresses of the Bey; and then he began to lash me madly across and across with all his might, while I locked my teeth to endure this thing which lapped itself like flaming wire around my body.

        To keep my mind in control I numbered the blows, but after twenty lost count, and could feel only the shapeless weight of pain, not tearing claws, for which I  had prepared, but a gradual cracking apart of my whole being by some too-great force whose waves rolled up my spine till they were pent within my brain, to clash terribly together.  Somewhere in the place a cheap clock ticked loudly, and it distressed me that their beating was not in its time.  I writhed and twisted, but was held so tightly that my struggles were useless.  After the corporal ceased, the men took up, very deliberately, giving me so many, and then an interval, during which they would squabble for the next turn, ease themselves, and play unspeakably with me.  This was repeated often, for what my have been no more than ten minutes. Always for the first of every new series, my head would be pulled round, to see how a hard white ridge, like a railway, darkening slowly into crimson, leaped over my skin at the instant of each stroke, with a bead of blood where two ridges crossed.  As the punishment proceeded the whip fell more and more upon existing weals, biting blacker or more wet, till my flesh quivered with accumulated pain and with my terror of the next blow coming.  The soon conquered my determination not to cry, but while my will ruled my lips used only Arabic, and before the end a merciful sickness choked my utterance.

     At last when I was completely broken they seemed satisfied.

     In Deraa that night the citadel of my integrity had been irrevocably lost."

III.    "Daraa (Arabic: درعا‎), also Darʿā, Dara’a, Deraa, Dera ("fortress", compare Dura-Europos) and Derʿā, is a city in southwestern Syria, near the border with Jordan, with a population of approximately 75,000. It is the capital of Daraa Governorate, historically part of the ancient Hauran region. The city is located about 100 kilometres (62 mi) south of Damascus on the Damascus-Amman highway, and is used as a stopping station for travelers.

                   Daraa is an ancient city dating back to the Canaanites. It was mentioned in Egyptian hieroglyphic tablets at the time of the Pharaoh Thutmose III between 1490 and 1436 BC. It was known in those days as the city of Atharaa, and was later mentioned in the Old Testament as Edrei in the Kingdom of Bashan. Located in the city itself are a few ruins including caves and ancient dwellings, a Roman amphitheater, and the old Oumari Mosque which is of some architectural significance, dating back to the Umayyad and Ayyubid eras.

                Daraa has recently suffered from reduced water supply in the region. Thousands of people protested in the city as part of the 2011 Syrian protests"

T.E. Lawrence by Lorine Niedecker

T.E. Lawrence

How impossible it is

to be alone

the one thing humanity

    has never really

moved towards

From Lorine Niedecker, Collected Works (ed. Jenny Penberthy), Berkeley, University of California Press, 2002

The Mint (T.E. Lawrence On Happiness)

 

     I don't know why more people don't mention and write about The Mint, T.E. Lawrence's memoir of life in the RAF during the period 1922-27.

     As is well-known, following the conclusion of World War I and establishing his reputation and persona as "Lawrence of Arabia", and composing the war memoir The Seven Pillars Of Wisdom, Colonel T.E. Lawrence enlisted in the newly created Royal Air Force in 1922 under the assumed name John Hume Ross.  His reasons for doing this are as complex as human nature. When his ruse was discovered in 1923, he was summarily demobilized, but eventually he was able to rejoin the RAF ranks in 1925 under his new legal name T.E. Shaw following a period of service in the Royal Tank Corps. As "Shaw", Lawrence served in a non-officer role as an RAF aircraftman, both in England and India, until he retired to his cottage in Dorset in 1935 at the end of his enlistment.

     The Mint comprises 69 short chapters grouped into into three sections -- The Raw Material, In The Mill, and Service -- and mainly covers the period 1922-25.  It contains some of the most acutely written passages I have ever read detailing with almost barometric precision a very sensitive, learned and intelligent person's reactions to the vicissitudes of daily social life and his disciplines for coping.  It is often mordantly amusing and never seems less than real, so much so that Lawrence made the decision to delay publication until 1955 in order to protect the reputations of his fellow soldiers by keeping their often salty language and the details of their private lives hidden and discreet.

     I find the following passage, from one of the book's later chapters, Fugitive, extremely moving.  It's not exactly typical of the other, more narrative, sections of The Mint, but I think a lot of people will understand and empathize with Lawrence's sentiments:

"My Cadet College notes shortened, grew occasional, stopped.  Months and months flowed silently away.  I think I had become happy.  'Why', complained E.M.F., 'as the years pass do I find that word harder and harder to write?'  Because when we write we are not happy; we only recollect it:  and a recollection on the exceeding subtlety of happiness has something of the infect, unlawful:  it being an overdraft on life.

If happiness was vested in ourselves, we could make it our habit, by selfishly shutting ourselves away:  though this complete peacefulness of the restricted circle is not to compare with the half-peace of a wider one: but happiness, while primarily dependent on our internal balance of desire and opportunity, lies also at the mercy of our external acquaintance.  One jar in all the circumambient -- and our day is out of tune.

We, in the service, if a good time comes, snatch at it:  knowing that blind chance has overlooked us sports of circumstance for the moment."

     Lawrence dedicated The Mint to his friend, the writer and editor, Edward Garnett, thus:

TO EDWARD GARNETT

You dreamed I came one night with this book

crying, 'Here's a masterpiece. Burn it.'

                                                         Well -- as you please

The Snail God (Punk'd in Nabataea)

 
 

Madain Salah in Al-Madina

     During darker days just two weeks ago when I felt myself smarting, confused and anxious about a few things, Light suddenly shone, leading me to post an entry regarding Charles M. Doughty's 1888 masterpiece, Travels In Arabia Deserta.

     Reading Doughty again, including of course, his  extraordinary opening sentence:

"A NEW voice hailed me of an old friend when, first returned from the Peninsula, I paced again in that long street of Damascus which is called Straight; and suddenly taking me wondering by the hand "Tell me (said he), since thou art here again in the peace and assurance of Ullah, and whilst we walk, as in former years, toward the new blossoming orchards, full of the sweet spring as the garden of God, what moved thee, or how couldst thou take such journeys into the fanatic Arabia ?",

restored me to myself and made me feel that  things might eventually be good again.

 Arabie, French copper etching, 1700

     While researching pictures to accompany the Doughty post, I came across what appeared to be fascinating,  academically-oriented  material  relating to one of the structures Doughty encountered in his desert travels.  Still standing, the Madain Salah in Al-Madina is located in modern Jordan in a part of the country formerly occupied by the ancient, somewhat mysterious kingdom of Nabataea (annexed by the Romans in 106 AD), whose most famous surviving relic is the city of Petra, a UNESCO World Heritage site. 

     The photo and text material I found was apparently assembled by a professor of religious anthropology named David Huntley-Palmer and concerned markings on the Madain Salah structure, which he identified as the Temple of Akuk, the ancient Nabataean Snail God.  Professor Huntley-Palmer provided some compelling descriptions of this obscure sect on his website www.snailgod.com, which I found listed as a link on several  websites featuring Nabataea-related information.

Common snail



     I found this trove shortly before bedtime one night and the snail myths and images animated my dreams.  For some reason, this autumn provided me many unrelated snail encounters in books, articles and pictures, and I learned a good deal about snails in the process.  By mid-morning the next day, however, when I tried to do some additional research to supplement and verify what I had read in Dr. Huntley-Palmer's writings before including them in the Doughty post, I realized that the Snail God material was clearly a strange, dry hoax, a sort of internet research episode of the MTV series, Punk'd.

 Snail image, Moche pot, Lima, Peru, ca. 200 AD

     I had attempted to do the most routine sort of cross-referencing of the Akuk research and the purported professor's identity and that of Reverend Matthew Walker, an orientalist mentioned in the materials, but could find absolutely nothing to support its accuracy or prove the professor's or Walker's existence.  Some further research into Nabataea (a fascinating subject and a place I would like to visit if I ever decide to restore the Middle East to my future tourism itinerary) suggested that the Hoax Author had developed a kind of thoughtful, fictional fantasy riff about the curious kingdom, which had once been home to a population of 10,000 brave, independent, secretive souls (who actually seem to have worshipped the gods Dushara and al-Uzza), and that he showed the judgement and good taste not to call further attention to himself by laughing at his own joke.  His work is a small, slightly Alfred Jarry-eque trifle (the snail motif looks a lot like Jarry's gidouille) that can be enjoyed for itself, used to trigger other imaginative flights or both. The Snail God's tale therefore occupies an obscure place on the internet, like a mirage in the desert, a street sign a child has twisted in the wrong direction as a prank, a piece of Kilroy Was Here graffiti. Spending a few hours in the Snail God's company, although slightly creepy (see the illustration below for Maktnam, The Vengeful God), was far from the least enjoyable unplanned excursion I've made in my life.

Andy Goldsworthy, Leafsnail


     Professor Huntley-Palmer's material, which in my mind deserves republication, follows below.   Whoever he (or she) might be, the "research" shows that they're someone who has genuinely fallen under the spell of Doughty's splendid work, about which T.E. Lawrence wrote:

"I have talked the book over with many travellers, and we are agreed that here you have all the desert, its hills and plains, the lava fields, the villages, the tents, the men and animals. They are told of the life, with words and phrases fitted to them so perfectly that one cannot dissociate them in memory. It is the true Arabia, the land with its smells and dirt, as well as its nobility and freedom. There is no sentiment, nothing merely picturesque, that most common failing of oriental travel-books. Doughty's completeness is devastating. There is nothing we would take away, little we could add. He took all Arabia for his province, and has left to his successors only the poor part of specialists. We may write books on parts of the desert or some of the history of it; but there can never be another picture of the whole, in our time, because here it is all said." 

Austrohytida capillacea (Australian snail)

From www.snailgod.com:

The Temple of Akuk; Brotherhood of the Spiral; Akuk, the Nabatean Snail God; The Vengeful God 

The Temple of Akuk

1. The Temple of Akuk:  The exact location of the temple of Akuk (the Nabatean Snail God) is not known but it is thought to be located in a hidden oasis in the desert of what is now Saudi Arabia. This is only known photograph. It was visited briefly in the late 19th century by Charles Doughty who included this photograph in the manuscript of the first edition of his Travels in Arabia Deserta. The reference to the temple and to the oasis were removed from the final printed edition of 1888 due to representations to the publisher made by a an unknown third party. The manuscript itself is now missing but the photographs on this page were uncovered in the notes of the Reverend Matthew Walker, the late respected scholar of matters Arabian. There are occasional rumours that the oasis has been found by another explorer but there has been no definite proof.  Doughty also left this photograph of the carvings on the pillar of the doorway.  Note the depiction of both the left and right-hand spirals. Doughty also reports Nabataean characters inscribed on the walls of the temple giving us the name 'Akuk' but no photographs have survived. According to Doughty the hill in which the temple is located is covered in hand-drawn depictions of the snail god, presumably made by pious worshippers.

Supposed Doughty photograph of pillar carvings of snail imagery, Temple of Akuk

2. Brotherhood of the Spiral:  The traditional stories of the bedouin of Saudi Arabia speak sometimes of the Brotherhood of the Spiral who worshipped a giant snail. They are always described as a secretive sect and no-one knew whether their neighbour was a member or not. Some of the stories are clear fabrications with a strong 'Arabian Nights' feel about them. Others are very similar to stories about the Assassins and their stronghold on what is now the Syrian-Lebanese border. Nevertheless there would appear to be grains of truth hidden in the chaff. It is quite likely that the Brotherhood did, and possibly still does, exist. One rather dubious source is the Codex Arabica discovered in a Dresden museum in 1936. It is clearly late medieval in date, written in the degenerate church Latin of the time, but purports to be a copy of an earlier document also in Latin which was translated from an Arabic original. The codex is an allegorical tale about the struggle of good and evil and as such it must have attracted the early church fathers. The story of the codex is set in an unnamed desert and the two adversaries are the Followers of the Right-Hand Spiral and the Followers of the Left-Hand Spiral. The Followers were both concerned with the cult of a giant snail. The Left-Hand sect, while acknowledging the supremacy of the Great Snail, argued that there were other powers also worthy of worship. Their great heresy was that the shell was not necessary for divinity and that Ishtan, the Dark Slug should also be worshipped. Followers of the Left-Hand sect are described as being attracted to cruelty and dark deeds. If the codex is genuine then it is reasonable to assume that these Followers must be the same as the Brotherhood of the Spiral who appear in the bedouin stories and that the Great Snail is none other than Akuk. The temple itself, to judge from the clockwise and counter-clockwise spirals carved on the outside, was for all members of the Brotherhood. It is attractive to imagine a great schism between the Right-Hand and Left-Hand groups, perhaps to the detriment of the cult as a whole.

"Hand-drawn depictions of the snail god, presumably made by pious worshippers". 

3. Akuk, the Snail God:  Akuk, the Snail God, is a little known god of the Nabataean people. The Nabataeans were a power in the Middle East in the first century BC and the first century AD. At one point they controlled most of what is now Jordan and the southern part of Syria. Their influence also extended into the deserts of Saudi Arabia. In the second century AD they were incorporated into the Roman Empire.The worship of Akuk seems to have been mostly confined to the desert regions. It is known that there is a temple located in a hidden oasis in the Arabian desert but the exact location of it is now lost. Information about the Snail God is sparse and mostly has to be deduced from the tales of 19th century explorers of the region and from the legends of the bedouin tribes who still live in the region.

Maktnam model supposedly based on Doughty sketches

4. The Vengeful God:  Akuk is said to have a dreadful aspect in which it pursues and punishes wrongdoers. Maktnam, the Vengeful God, is slow but very sure and will follow the evildoer across the world no matter how far he flees.  The exact nature of Maktnam is unknown. This model (see illustration immediately above) is based on sketches and descriptions found in the effects of the explorer Charles Doughty who discovered the temple in the 19th century. It has been suggested that it is a representation of Maktnam but there is no evidence to support the idea.

NOTE to readers on snailgod.com website from its proprietor:

"My researches into this fascinating but obscure religion are very much in their early stages and these pages are little more than a collection of notes. If anyone has any information to share I would ask them please to contact me. My email address is dhp at snailgod.com.

David Huntley-Palmer
Emiritus Professor of Religious Anthropology"

"'Pataphysics is the science." -- 

Alfred Jarry, Gestes et opinions du docteur Faustroll pataphysicien : Roman néo-scientifique suivi de Spéculations (1911)

Travels In Arabia Deserta by Charles M. Doughty (An Extraordinary Work)

Map of Arabia (From Samuel Butler, Egypt and Arabia, London: Longman & Co., 1851)



Volume I, Chapter I (The Peraea; Ammon and Moab)(Beginning)

     A NEW voice hailed me of an old friend when, first returned from the Peninsula, I paced again in that long street of Damascus which is called Straight; and suddenly taking me wondering by the hand "Tell me (said he), since thou art here again in the peace and assurance of Ullah, and whilst we walk, as in former years, toward the new blossoming orchards, full of the sweet spring as the garden of God, what moved thee, or how couldst thou take such journeys into the fanatic Arabia ?"

Madain Salah in Al Madinah (discovered by Doughty)

Volume II, Chapter XVIII (Wady Fatima)(Conclusion)

     We remounted ; and they said to me, with the Arabian urbanity, "When we arrive, thus and thus shalt thou speak (like a Beduwy -- with a deep-drawn voice out of the dry wind pipe), Gowak ya el-Mohhafuth!  keyf 'endakom el--'bil?  eth-- themn el--ghrannem eysh ;  wa eysh ijib es-samn? 'The Lord strengthen thee, O governor! what be the camels worth here? -- the price of small cattle ?  and how much is the samn ?'  Now I saw the seabord desert before us hollowed and balked ! -- the labor doubtless of the shovel plow -- and drawn down into channels towards the city ; and each channel ending in a covered cistern.  Rich water-merchants are the possessors of these birkets :  all well-water at Jidda is brackish, and every soul must drink cistern-water for money.  By our right hand is "the sepulchre of Hawwa," in the Abrahamic tradition the unhappy Mother of mankind:  they have laid out "Eve's grave" -- a yard wide -- to the length of almost half a furlong [v. Vol. I, p. 434] :  such is the vanity of their religion ! -- which can only stand by the suspension of human understanding.  We passed the gates and rode through the street to "the Sherif's palace" : but it is of a merchant (one called his agent), who has lately built this stately house, -- the highest in Jidda.

  

     On the morrow I was called to the open hospitality of the British Consulate.

"Ships of the desert, laden with coffee", 19th century

Notes to reader:

1.  From Nature, 6 February, 1926:

"WE regret to record the death on January 20 of Mr. Charles Montagu Doughty, the famous traveller in Arabia and poet, at Sissinghurst, Ken, at eighty-two years of age. Mr. Doughty was born on August 19, 1843, at Theberton, Suffolk.  He was educated at Portsmouth, and later, on failing to enter the Navy, with which he was closely connected through his mothers's family, he went to King's College, London, and Caius College, Cambridge.  He took his degree, however, from Downing, to which he had migrated from Caius, obtaining second-class honours in natural science (geology) in 1865,  During his career as an undergraduate he had shown a taste for antiquarian exploration, which he continued after taking his degree, spending some years in travelling and study.  In 1866 he published a short pamphlet on the Jostedals-Brae glaciers of Norway, where he had spent a year as an undergraduate.  In 1870 he went to Holland, where he acquired Dutch and Danish, thence to Italy, Spain and Greece, crossing over to Palestine a year later."

Charles M. Doughty (1843-1926)  

2.  From Venn, J. & J. A., Alumni Cantabrigienses, Cambridge University Press, 10 vols., 1922-58:

Doughty, Charles Montagu.
Adm. pens. (age 18) at CAIUS, Sept. 30, 1861. [2nd] s. of Charles Montagu (above), clerk, of Theberton Hall, Suffolk. [B. Aug. 19, 1843.] School, King's College, London. [Naval School at Portsmouth (Who was Who).] Matric. Michs. 1861.
Migrated to Downing, Oct. 8, 1863; B.A. (Downing) 1866; M.A. (Caius) 1869; Hon. Litt.D. 1920.
Hon. Fellow of Caius, 1907.
Hon. Litt.D. (Oxford) 1908.
Studied in Leyden and Louvain on leaving Cambridge.
Spent 1863-4 alone in Norway, studying glacier action, and a paper of his on this subject was read at the British Association Meeting in 1864.
Travelled, as a poor student, in France, Spain, Italy, Greece, North Africa, Syria, Palestine, Egypt and the Sinai Peninsula.
Joined a pilgrim caravan to Mecca, and travelled for many years in Arabia.
Returned to England, 1878, broken in health.
Addressed the R.G.S. on his travels, Nov. 26, 1883.
In 1912 received the R.G.S. Royal Founder's Medal.
Author of Travels in Arabia Deserta (1884), in which he contributed much to Western knowledge of Arabia.
Was the first to record accurately the true direction of the great watercourses of Wadi Hamd and Wadi er-Rumma.
This work was issued by the Cambridge University Press after it had been refused by four other publishers, one of whom wrote that 'it ought to be practically re-written by a practised literary man.' At first only scholars appreciated its value and the style of its writing; but in 1908 an abridgment was published by Mr Edward Garnett under the title of Wanderings in Arabia which brought much appreciation.
In 1921 Travels in Arabia Deserta was re-issued with a new preface by the author and an introduction by T. E. Lawrence, which was accepted as a classic of travel.
The rest of his life was given up to poetry, and he lived a recluse's life, first on the Riviera, and after 1899 at Tunbridge Wells, Eastbourne, and from 1923 at Sissinghurst, Kent.
Hon. Fellow, British Academy.
His published poems were, Dawn in Britain, 1906; Adam cast forth, 1908; The Titans, 1916; The Cliffs, 1909; The Clouds, 1912; Mansoul, or the Riddle of the World, 1920.
Died Jan. 20, 1926, at Sissinghurst.
Brother of Henry M. (1860).
(Venn, II. 355 and Addenda; Burke, L.G.; Who was Who, 1916-28; D.N.B., 1922-30; The Times, Jan. 22, 1926; D. G. Howarth, Life of Doughty.)

Memorial at Golders Green Crematorium, London
  

Frederic Edwin Church, The Arabian Desert, 1870