I recently found an old edition
of Don Quixote on one of my book
shelves and spent some time thinking about the title character as an icon for idealism
and the ways in which we pursue our personal notions of the ideal. Quixotism is
typically defined as a visionary action in which the quixotic person seeks
truth, justice, or beauty with an internal vision so clear that it “sees”
through the illusions of exterior experiences. It is also defined as
“impractical pursuit of ideals.” Impulsive people, spontaneous people,
idealists, dreamers, and romantics are considered quixotic. If you’re not
familiar with the book by Cervantes, you can read a brief summary at the following website:
There are, of course,
complexities in Cervantes’s novel, as well as multiple interpretations, that we
needn’t address here, but I thought that this week we might look at times in
our lives when we’ve been led by visionary ideals, impulses, spontaneity, or
romantic notions. I’m reminded here of a time many years ago when I was
driving to work and saw and elderly lady trip and fall on the sidewalk. I
pulled over to the side of the road and ran back to help her. With a lot more
strength that I could have imagined, she threw a punch that connected with my arm and then shouted that if I didn’t
leave she’d scream for help. I didn’t want to leave her sitting there on the
sidewalk (and those were the days before cell phones), so I hesitated, and she
started to scream. In fact, she got up and began to chase me down the street. I
suspected that she must be embarrassed by the fall, but she was definitely not as red-faced as I was. So much for being “heroic.” I like to think I did the right
thing, even though it made me late for work and cost me a bruise on the arm.
Things To Think About:
1. Has there ever been a time
when you tried to act as a “knight in shinning armor” but were rejected? What
“ideal” inspired you? How did the rejection make you feel?
2. Has there been a time when you
were “foolishly impractical?” Where did it lead you?
3. Don Quixote “tilted at
windmills,” seeing them as giants who threatened people. The expression
“tilting at windmills” has become an English language idiom that means
attacking imaginary or unbeatable enemies (“tilting” refers to jousting or,
more generally, to engaging in combat). Is there a metaphorical windmill at
which you’ve tilted? Has there ever been a concern or issue in your life that
you later learned was inconsequential despite your fear of it?
4. In 1644, John Cleveland
published in his London diurnall, “The Quixotes of this age fight the windmills
of their owne [sic] heads.” Can you relate that to something personal or
perhaps something in current society or politics? Have you ever fought a
symbolic windmill “in your own head?”
5. “Tilting at windmills” has
also come to mean trying to fight battles that can’t be won. Has there been
such a “battle” in your life? Keep in mind that the larger question is not
failure but, more importantly, how your actions affirmed a higher quality of
character.
6. When it first appeared in
print, Don Quixote was considered a
comic novel; by the nineteenth century, it was considered a social commentary;
and it later came to be called a tragedy. In keeping with the lighter (comic)
interpretations, can you write a narrative poem in which you tell the story of
a funny time you were idealistic, romantic, or heroic?
7. Is there something appealing about
an idealistic Don Quixote-kind of figure to you? What specifically? Why? How
are you like Don Quixote?
8. Do you remember a song titled “The Impossible Dream” from the play and movie The Man of La Mancha (based on the Cervantes novel)? To hear it, click on the arrow below. Now ... do you have (or have you ever had) an “impossible dream?”
Tips:
1. Be sure to write in an
authentic voice—the way you “say” things is critical to a poem’s success. Your
attitude toward the content is definitely part
of the content, and your language should be imaginative, unique, and
distinctive. Don’t simply tell a story—that would be prose.
2. Be wary of including so many
details that your poem becomes cluttered. You want to hold your readers’
attention, not lose them in superfluous particulars.
Examples:
Heavy! Wow, this is a great prompt. So much to consider and reflect upon.
ReplyDeleteI love the song, thank you for including the YouTube video.
Thanks, Jamie! I suppose it is heavy, but there's always the option to write something on the flip side of that. :-)
DeleteI love the song too!
Great Prompt!
ReplyDeleteDo you remember the Gordon Lightfoot song "Don Quixote?"
You can hear it on YouTube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZySoo0TIT4
Here are the lyrics:
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek
Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more
I have come over moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a king
I have searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean grown weak
See the children of the earth
Who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country
Riding off to take the air
Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more
See the jailor with his key
Who locks away all trace of sin
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See the judge upon the bench
Who tries the case as best he can
See the wise and wicked ones
Who feed upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun
Who must be dead to be admired
See the man who tips the needle
See the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar
On the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern
Stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black
Condemned to life upon the street
Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again
Where no one will hear
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek
Thanks, Bob! I remember the Lightfoot Quixote song well. He did a lot of great music back in the day. Great to hear this one again!
DeleteThanks, Bob! This is great.
Deletemy highschool classmates
ReplyDeletesaid I was a space cadet
little did they know
I virtually fly
skyping with people around the globe
real time is still real time
though
and
the future of mind travel
blurs the line
I will take all my ancestors with me
Very nice, Risa! Thanks so much for sharing! The surprise in your last line is brilliant!
DeleteWonderful poem, Risa! I don't think you can ever be earthbound (as in your second poem), not when you write like this!
DeleteI feel I've walked through a portal
ReplyDeletesuccessfully
fighting off the dark and dying forces
clinging to me
As I am released
I feel lighter
freer
I soar
though still earthbound
Two this week! It's wonderful to see these prompt results.
DeleteAs always, thank you for sharing.
Thanks for reading and for your wonderful comments!
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We're here to share!
DeleteYou're welcome, Risa! Thank YOU for being such a faithful contributor!
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