
“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”
D.H, Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Written after the First World War, initially privately published, then in an expurgated version in 1932, the full text of Lady Chatterley’s Lover was published in England only in 1960, a year after the Obscene Publications Act which gave publishers the defence that the work was of literary merit and for the public good. Its publication led to a landmark obscenity trial, which Penguin Books won.
Finding a copy in my local library as a teenager was a surprise, given the censorship in apartheid-era South Africa. How I knew it was controversial, I don’t recall; maybe it said so on the back blurb. Reading it, I wondered what the fuss about it was. I far preferred Solzhenitsyn, though I’m not sure how these were there either, given they’re novels against an oppressive regime.
Access to art, literature, poetry, music is essential for true democracy, an equatable society. Lies and obfuscation are an anathema to democracy.
In a smallish library where new books were few, you do end up reading all sorts, especially as one of the three library cards had to be a non-fiction book. I remember the librarian who would sigh as I came in, again, and the one who’d ask enthusiastically what I’d enjoyed. When my brother went off to university, I suddenly had six library cards. My options doubled.
When I went to university, I soon learnt I couldn’t work in the library because I’d get distracted by the spine of a book on a shelf. The temptation of that undiscovered something, that next previously unknown little thing. The only place in the library I did work was the restricted books section, where there were no such distractions. You had to have permission to request certain books, and to sign for a book at the desk before going to sit at one of the tables to read it. Information forbidden to students not doing that course.
The Weekly Mail newspaper published with black blocks where things were censored, highlighting that there was more to be known, decisions being made about what we shouldn’t know. Little black blocks of hope that there was another story.
Lack of information is a danger. Misinformation is a danger. Lack of access is a danger. Lack of critical consideration of information is a danger.
Lack of hope is a danger.
In the present era of deliberate misinformation and lying without consequence by the Westminster government, as well as events in the USA, it’s hard to have new hopes, little hopes nevermind big. It’s easier to despair than hope. It’s hard to live through history when you have studied enough to recognise it’s a downwards spiral in history. Brexit is a nightmare that has only begun.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. Learn to recognise the little joys, and let them add up. The tube of paint and blank canvas, the pencil and sketchbook, the painting from yesterday and the one from tomorrow. We fight for the light by creating and sharing our art, in all its forms, encouraging and motivating each other.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
— Dylan Thomas

One of my very very favorite Dylan Thomas quotes…perfect words for these times…gray winter and the mess in the USA is hard to conquer, but time goes on. LOVE the yellow and oranges…my go to Happy Colors.. Thank you for today…I especially needed it.
Thank you. I wondered about posting it, but the in-house art critic assuaged my doubt.
Wonderful!
Thanks Gail.
Good post. They way I see it is that we, as artists, do not lose our skills or ability in turbulent times. We do, however, need to investigate how best to present them for these times, without losing faith in our practice. It certainly forces a more dynamic approach, rather than gently riding the wave. Thought provoking indeed.
I always love your posts. Your Monday motivators is something to look forward to every week. This post though, is brilliant and says so many things I’ve been longing to hear. The dangers of misinformation but the hope we can have even though it feels that the sky has fallen. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Heather! I hesitated about posting it, worrying it was too political, too weird, but your comments (and other people’s) make me glad I did.
That is a great article, Marion, touching for the reminiscences of the lending library, and for the serious thoughts about information, misinformation and censorship. Thank you. Marie-Christine Comte