Melancholy is the Happiness of Being Sad
“Traveling into the human heart . . . is a good recipe for melancholy,” Ann Tashi Slater tells us in her article, “Japan and the Happiness of Melancholy”.
Impermanence. Transiency. Change. We all know these are conditions of life. We live with them constantly. We sincerely, sometimes madly, hope that the desirable in our lives will stay, and just as fervently, that we can avoid the unfortunate. We can’t. They won’t. But we mostly resist the reality of the way the world works. Many desperately hang on to other beliefs. The rewards after death. Reincarnations into other beings and always, always, the escapes into addictions, work, and overload of chosen and involuntary activities. All this wears on us and typically causes varying levels of sadness, usually hidden behind anger, despair, and hopelessness.
The culture of Japan has a way of coping with this unhappy way of living. Honor and lament melancholy; find the bittersweet in sadness. Cherish the pain and balance sadness with happiness. Sounds strange and impossible. For example, when a dear one dies, feel the mourning, but also the grace of the experience and memories of “the good times.”
Slater says that melancholy in Japan is even “celebrated and given equal space: a kind of reasonable acceptance of “what is.” If you want to know more about this Japanese attitude toward melancholy, be sure to catch Slater’s essay.
Here is my attempt to capture the essence of the opening epigram by Hugo. Note that the alternating verses go back and forth between happy experiences and sad ones, the prime ingredients of melancholy.
Grace & Melancholy
Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.
Victor Hugo
I didn’t change
I amended
I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t sad
not about anything in particular
just the whole catastrophe of getting on
This is how everything should be
with gratitude for impermanence
like an unrippled winter coy pond
I didn’t grow up
A child stared from my mirror
later I saw my reflection
a poor, tattered, used-up thing
The children caught fireflies
six white moths at the window
I laid atop the quilt
the old bush warbler concluded
I wasn’t cured
Nobody was ever cured
River frog floated in the rain barrel
Swirls of tadpoles in the water
Some of us went out to the summer meadow
our thin clothes dripped acute raindrops
summer moon emerging from cloud peaks
That twilight, different from others
everyone celebrated
Their faces exactly the same faces
their movements slow and labored
They ate rare foods and drank fine wine
and no gem of joy creased one brow
Who started the occasion never discovered
Who wanted it even more obscure
Most everyone turned out shuffling feet
chins bobbed near their chests
Nothing new except four bluebells nodding
Split wood stacked against the winter coming
For a long time, I thought it better
that everyone die especially me
After all, nothing lasted
Arrivals and departures
Being present means trapped
between was and will be
Impermanence
Gentle Fragility
Beyond broken
death before birth
crackle of brittle leaves
spiraling but never arriving
Existence futile broken
no door to enter
thrashed at the gate
wind chimes hung still and tarnished
chestnuts expanded
plums ripened
song of longing absent
Akita laid head between paws
This is as it should be
The magic gone over the rampart
riding fast over the hills
down the deep road toward the narrow East
A rib-worn horse tethered to a leaning post
Puffed brown sparrows
Black-wrapped crows
Frost laced windows
Riddles held their secrets
Late winter withered pampas grass
Ice pellets whispered against the door
Fallen leaves buried under grasses
Reminders of afterglows
a forgotten conversation
dust whisked into memory
Background
This background is going to seem obscure, and it should be. Recently I was doing research on the Shingon sect of Buddhism for a project I’m working on. (Shingon is one of two esoteric (secret) Buddhist sects in Japan, the other being Tendai.) As I said earlier, one site presented a link to an article, “Japan and the Happiness of Melancholy” by Ann Tashi Slater , HuffPost, 31 October 2016. The juxtaposition of “happiness” with “melancholy,” may seem incongruous on the surface. However, anyone who has studied Japanese culture and literature knows that this paradox runs through the arts, and in particular, through poetry.
I have studied Japanese martial arts and culture for over 20 years. I’m also writing a book with my Japanese teacher who is a 7th Dan martial artist (Aikido), a Shingon priest, and keishi (lineage holder) for his family’s samurai clan. My contact with persons and things Japanese bears out the way of life and attitude described in my poem.
Exploration 1: Do you think it’s possible to combine sadness with happiness? If so, how?
Exploration 2: What is the “grace” in sadness?
Exploration 3: Do you think you could adapt to melancholy in the way the poem presents it.
1. Yes. You have demonstrated how.
ReplyDelete2. Grace is not mixing your sadness with fear, getting angry and making those who care about you miserable.
3. Adapt to melancholy? Or soak in it. This poem is about a life. Yours?
My life is like everyone else's and wholly different. Something like an echo that creates its own sound.
Chairman Joe, I LOVE how you describe that every life is different and like "an echo that creates its own sound". Cool!
DeleteHowever, I think you are missing an aspect of how melancholy can be a grace. When one is melancholy, I think it's possible to have deep introspection, often about one's self, that isn't otherwise easy to realize. And melancholy juxtaposed with joy can amplify both feelings. Both are worth soaking in for a while.
So sorry that I am tardy in my response to both of you. Excuses won't be listed here.
DeleteMr. Chairman: Just as Anonymous praises your "echo that creates its own sound,," I am also wowed by the koan quality of the phrase. As for Anonymous' comment on "deep introspection," and "melancholy juxtaposed with joy" -- It seems to me that you are each taking different perspectives, each contributing to the whole interpretation. Both viewpoints and comments are such that I want to "soak" in them a while. For myself, the melancholy and joy have a very tricky balance. As you know, I tend to tip toward melancholy; however, as my experiences arise its either melancholy or joy. I'm working on being neither for now against anything.
Thank you for your observations and for sharing your feelings.