Review: Mariner

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Mariner (Studies in Theology and the Arts), Malcolm Guite. Downers Grove: IVP Academic, 2018.

Summary: A biography of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, with an analysis showing how his most famous poem foretold and paralleled the course of his own life–a journey of fall, a need for grace, and redemption.

“Instead of the cross, the Albatross/About my neck was hung.”

I first read these lines from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner in a class on Romantic Literature over forty years ago. I must admit that I have not revisited these lines until reading Malcolm Guite’s Mariner. In the poem, the mariner voyages across the Equator, braves storms and fogs, encounters an albatross who guides the crew until they are able to head northward once more, only for the mariner to kill it with an arrow. Subsequently the winds die, they languish in the doldrums until the coming of the death ship when all around die, while the mariner lives, bearing the albatross around his neck, despising the slimy creatures of the sea and the brazen sun. Things turn on a moonlit night when suddenly the mariner’s heart is filled with love for all, including the once despised sea creatures, the albatross falls and he can pray. The ship is propelled mysteriously home, spirits inhabiting the bodies of the crew. At one point he swoons, hears voices speaking of the penance he has yet to undergo for taking the life of the albatross, loved by God. Eventually, the ship in tatters, arrives home, and as the harbor pilot, his helper, and a hermit arrive, the ship sinks, with the mariner being rescued. He confesses to the hermit, and then pursues his task ever after of telling the story, including to the wedding guest detained to hear him out. He concludes his words to the guest with these, that capture the grace he has gained amid the loss of the journey:

He prayeth best, who loveth best 
All things both great and small; 
For the dear God who loveth us, 
He made and loveth all.

What Malcolm Guite does in this work is to show us how the poem, written when Coleridge was at the height of his poetic powers, presciently parallels the subsequent course of Coleridge’s life as he descends into an opium addiction that destroys his marriage, alienates his friends, and undermines his health.

Part One of the book is both biography and analysis of Coleridge’s work leading up to the composition of Rime. Guite traces his childhood upbringing as the youngest of ten children of a minister in the Church of England, his education at Cambridge, his failure to win a critical scholarship, his first use of opium, his comic career with the dragoons, his early literary efforts, his marriage through his friendship with Southey to Sara, and his growing relationship with Wordsworth, complicated as it was by first supporting him in the joint project of the Lyrical Ballads and then being overshadowed. While his marriage begins to unravel, there is an annus mirabilis of literary production, culminating in the Rime.

Part Two, in seven chapters that follow the seven parts of the poem combine analysis of the poem with a narrative of Coleridge’s deterioration as he struggles with opium addiction, his repeated failed efforts to get his finances on a sound footing, to heal his marriage, and to struggle with his affection for “Asra,” an affair that remains Platonic until broken off. We see the brilliance of his production, even afflicted by addiction, and wonder what might have been. Guite also describes the spiritual journey of Coleridge, his growing realization that his reason, even his reasoning faith cannot save him, but only grace alone. He traces the movement of Coleridge’s faith from head to heart, and the decisive surrender of his life into the care of his physician, with whom he lives the last eighteen years of his life. He writes:

“Most writers about Coleridge have opted to tell only one of two apparently very different stories: the first and best know is the sublime yet tragic story of the poet of inspiration and of agony, of the love who speaks with and from a broken heart, the poet of freedom who finds himself evermore deeply meshed in the bondage of opium, and ends his life, from that perspective, in apparent failure. The second is the story of Coleridge the thinker, the philosopher, the man of faith, the founder of literary criticism, and the originator of almost every school of literary criticism we now possess….But the real story is much more moving….When we see how Coleridge reached out toward, shaped, and attained that dynamic philosophy, that integration of faith and reason, in the midst of the heartbreak of forsaken love and the corruption and damage of opium, how he achieved what he did not only in spite of the pain and despair through which he lived, but with that pain and despair, expressed in prayer and poetry, as his materials, then we begin to see the greatness of his achievement” (p. 220).

I never felt that the parallel that Guite draws between the poem and Coleridge’s life to be forced. Rather, it seems to be a case that Coleridge wrote more than he knew. For Guite, the later glosses on the poem that Coleridge added are vital to his argument, hinting at the insights from life Coleridge has gained that only deepen the meaning of his work.

I also appreciated Guite’s analysis of the poem and its movement of descent and fall, realization of the need for grace, and redemption. In addition, one of the themes Guite explores is an environmental one–the groaning creation, and the necessity of loving what God has loved. I also delighted in how the seven sections of his analysis of the poem are complemented by the illustrations of Gustave Doré.

This book is an utter delight, doing justice to Coleridge, his work, and his most famous poem. Malcolm Guite, an accomplished poet and theologian, brings all these gifts to bear in a study that helps us appreciate the intellectual contribution of Coleridge, the power of his poetic works, and the work of grace experienced by this tormented man. The narrative of Coleridge’s opiate addiction, his inability to save himself, his surrender and dependence upon a Higher Power is a narrative that others who struggle with addiction will understand, and perhaps find hope in for themselves. I think both Coleridge and his mariner would be glad were this so.

Shackles

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I had the opportunity to attend two Martin Luther King Day celebrations because the choir I sing with performed at both of them. There were many speakers, including community and state leaders, other singers, youth speakers, quotes from Dr. King and more. I was reminded both how far we’ve come on the road of racial reconciliation, and how far we still have to go. But there was one word that stood out in my mind.

Shackles.

I was watching an interpretive dance group and one of the songs talked about “shackles” (I believe the song was “Shackles (Praise You)” by Mary Mary. Certainly the image of shackles is a powerful one in the African-American experience, particularly harking back to the fetters or bindings that were used to restrain slaves at various points, as well as work gangs of prisoners. To talk about being freed from shackles is a powerful image of the hopes and aspirations of blacks–to be able to move about and live and work freely.

It occurs to me that there are two kinds of shackles. One kind are those imposed upon us by another, often unjustly. It may be the shackles of a trafficked person or slave. It may be economic shackles of limited opportunities. It may be the shackles of prejudice and limiting stereotypes. It may be an abusive and manipulative relationship.

There are also the shackles we knowingly or unknowingly place on ourselves. It may be the shackles that come from bad decisions. It may be shackles that come from an addiction that started out as curiosity until it overpowered our judgment. There are the shackles of our compulsions, our needs for control.

I wonder if often we are restrained (a form of shackles?) from efforts to remove the shackles of injustice because at least some of those who would be released also have shackles of the second kind.

I see some problems with this:

  • Shackles are shackles. Whatever the source, they restrain and restrict the full expression of a human’s dignity.
  • No matter the source, shackles are difficult, if not impossible to loose without help. We usually can’t break the hold of a shackle by ourselves.
  • When someone is in shackles, invisible fetters extend to those around them. The prejudiced person is not free to encounter the real person against whom they are prejudiced. The family of the addicted live lives indelibly marked by the shackles of the addicted one.
  • Even privilege is a form of shackle that binds me to a life that misses the gifts of those on the margins.

One speaker spoke of how far we’d come in electing a black President. Yet the years since that election have been fraught with new expressions of racial hatreds and tensions. The shackles of our problems with race as a nation are powerful and not easily broken. Do we need, as a nation to cry out for help from one greater than our nation, greater than the sum of us? I’m reminded of the declaration of Jesus when he began his ministry:

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
    because he has anointed me
        to bring good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives
    and recovery of sight to the blind,
        to let the oppressed go free,
 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” (Luke 4:18-19a, NRSV)

Might it be that an important part of Martin Luther King Day is to remind us to cry out for release of the things that shackle our lives, whether imposed by others or by ourselves? Might that not lead us to a greater urgency, and a greater mercy with the things that shackle others. If we know in ourselves the despair of shackles, the longing for freedom, and the joy of liberation, should we not then do all we can to bring “release to the captives”? And wouldn’t that be, at least in part, a realization of Dr. King’s dream:

“Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last.”