Day Journal with Plato (Part 4)

I just finished Book V of the Republic and I am on the edge of the threshold of the famous cave analogy of Plato’s. . . .

Plato at the end of Book V of the Republic makes an intriguing proposition, where the darkness of ignorance is met half way by opinion before resolving on the road to the house of knowledge.

This analogy comes from section 478(c), p. 154 of Book V of the Grube / Reeve paperback translation of Plato’s Republic. Opinions, explains Socrates, involve the differences among the “many.” Knowledge involves the understanding of what unifies it, the fundamental principle at work.

In Platonic philosophy, these abiding truths are the forms, but the concept applies regardless of how one frames it. It’s a powerful and useful distinction between the opinion among instances versus knowledge about what abides.

One can sense the immense longing behind this entire Book of the Republic, the longing for Greek city-states to not be mercilessly at war without boundaries, the longing for cities themselves not to be torn by the competition for private property.

Today, our concept of international human rights addresses the need for boundaries of what happens during conflict, a fundamental plea for mercy or basic respect for the living. Likewise, though only mentioned expressly in one concise paragraph, there is no escaping the conflicts of private property. Plato does seek to control this conflict in his ideal city, including by restricting ownership by the ideal leadership, and also by endorsing forms of collectivism, including the collective raising of children, so everyone in the ideal city consider each other: brother and sister, mother and father, son and daughter, cousin beside cousin. The value of private property as a fundamental tool of liberty and safety, compared to collectivism, cannot be ignored. This is another reason I enjoy this book for the abiding questions, the provocative longings, the brilliant explorations. . . .

Plato’s solution of philosopher-kings, from section 473(d)-(e), p. 148 of the Grube / Reeve paperback translation, is first mentioned here in Book V. The above discussion frames this concept. In the spirit of keeping this blog post shortish, one can parse the concept as follows: the combination of a thoughtful philosopher with hands-on ability to lead like a king.

For now, let’s leave it there.

Cheers,

G. H. Mosson

Maryland, USA

www.ghmosson.com

Day Journal with Plato (Part 3 of #)

In the process of reading Plato’s Republic on route to the journey of my fifth decade, I am half way or so through Book V, which also is quite moving. I have had three prior attempts at this reading endeavor, never reaching beyond the third book until this year.

One difference must be the circumstances of my life that, at this exact moment, make one thing right, not another. Of course this same rightness was not yet ripe beforehand, but rather green and hanging to make way for another that enticed and was tasty and fit. Well, besides all of that, I find myself reading this quite holistically.

What’s stated on any given page does not need to be correct or incorrect in any absolute aspect. In the end, there’s a lot here that has truth from which to learn. In some ways as the poet Walt Whitman encourages, I am drawing it through myself and finding what resonates.

In Book V, Plato posits that the “soul” of a person is better understood through what Robert Frost, the poet, calls their “avocation,” which if all things are right in the hurly-burly topsy-turvy, should also be their “vocation.” Thus, gender is not the key difference, argues Socrates. Of course there’s the obvious differences of gender, like child bearing; rain is not a river yet both comprised of water; so this is a delightful note on the logic of difference, and maybe a point of philosophy in that sense. So women and men should be assessed, educated, and treated according to their natures manifesting who they are. Considering Plato and Socrates lived around 400 BC and the social structure of Athens looked quite different than this, it’s an amazingly creative, forward-thinking view.

I used to consider Walt Whitman’s debut Leaves of Grass in 1855 was radical in its advocacy of equality of all beings. Well, this long-held view is in process of revision. As civil rights legend Martin Luther King famously said, judge by the content of character, that’s one way to read these pages of Book V.

I also am taken with just the project of Plato, Socrates, and their interlocutors here, the goodness of their endeavor.

We are made finer by what is finer. I bet that’s in a Socratic dialogue somewhere.

Cheers,

G. H. Mosson

Maryland, USA

www.ghmosson.com

Day Journal with Plato (Part 2 of #)

Today I finished Book IV of the Republic of Plato, quite refreshing and toward the end, beautiful.

The practice of law in which I am involved as a professional is the practice of handling and resolving disputes. Then, of course, there is life’s daily tasks in any given moment. Reading Book IV is like soaring with an eagle engaged in the finest of dialogue. I haven’t quite landed yet.

In Book IV, Plato deals with the organization of the ideal city further, which is akin to the organization of the soul, he relates. The guiding principle is harmony, which is the meaning of “moderation,” details Socrates. This resonated with me, and reminded me of something a University of Pittsburgh professor said of my new book of poems, Singing the Forge (David Robert Books 2025). He said, “The poems in Singing the Forge create a philosophy of life centered around the idea of harmony with the universe – even if harmony’s always at the verge of disintegration. They should be paid attention to and cherished for this reason.”

I do think I seek, but do not always find or hold, harmony in my personal life. As Socrates / Plato note in Book IV, harmony in part involves not self-control through disciplinary strictness, but each part of our soul, or of the city, doing the work it is meant to do, and not another’s work. So the famous phrase, “moderation in all things” if defined further by moderation as harmony, also means this alignment of essence with manifestation, a balancing while flowering.

Flowery language aside, Socrates divides the soul into reason, spirit, and appetite. The spirit, at least so far from what I’ve read, is our will power but also our emotional energy. While Socrates indicates at the end of Book IV that we should be ruled by reason, as one would expect from Plato / Socrates, I prefer a few moments before where the wider angle focuses on the harmonic balancing.

Let’s say it this way: It’s not to extinguish desire, but for each part of our humanity to have its due conduct.

In fact “injustice” is sketched as rearing its ugly head out of proportion to this harmony, in the desire to take over, so in rebellion of the just harmonic order.

I like lofty heights. This is not to discount the real task of harmony in one’s nitty-gritty itty-bitty day-to-day. Yet, one can see better down here from a quick flight closer to the stars.

Cheers,

G. H. Mosson

Maryland, USA

www.ghmosson.com

Day Journal with Plato (Part I of #)

I am starting my fourth attempt to read Plato’s Republic, and I am feeling optimistic about it. I am going to blog about it as one way to ensure I ‘get ur done.’

My first attempt at this ancient classic was freshman year in college. There I was given one week to read it. Well, I read the first book, very memorable on the issue of what is justice and the social contract? Some decades later, I attempted again after turning forty. It’s true, at forty I gave myself the task of reading all of Plato, after reading The Apology and Euthyphro and enjoying them in college, unforgettably so, as I did read those two. For several years I did read and re-read Plato during my early forties, with immense satisfaction, favoring Phaedrus, Crito, and those Early Socratic Dialogues in a cherished Penguin Classics paperback.

Last time, I made it through Book III. This time, I choose not to re-read from the beginning. Yet since yesterday, I did dip into the prior books I have read, basically II and III, in Plato’s Republic (translators Grube and Reeve, Hackett 1992). Let’s speed this story up!

At the same time, I am studying “The Stone Age,” via a college course on tape, and it provides some context for this, which covers basically 2 million years ago to the beginnings of agriculture about 10,000 BC. In fact, I feel more akin with the central problem that Plato / Socrates seem to be addressing, the heart of it that spurs on these arguments, than maybe in my “younger years.” This central concern, one that’s felt, is how to organize society so it is not chaos?

From a paleolithic point of view, this problem arises with people living together in cities, the “polis,” and not spread out back when we just another form of semi-animal. I bet this is not a pressing question before agriculture in 10,000 or so BC. Even with larger groups, maybe family-like dynamics could have taken care of it, for better or worse. Let’s call the problem, with us today of course, a modern problem: How to organize society that’s too large to organize itself?

It further occurs to me the solution being proffered at first by Socrates in Books II-III is not that dissimilar, broadly put, to the continuous and fixed religious structure of the ancient Egyptians, broadly put too, and their concept of maintaining the natural order of the universe, or “ma’at.” In other words, Socrates proposes restricting music, religion, and stories to promote the “good” in his ideal city in The Republic. Likewise according to varied scholars of Ancient Egypt, that society maintained a certain kind of non-creative religious continuity from 3000 BC or so to 30 BC or so especially in art, despite one famous deviation, which may have helped provide the kind of stability Socrates seeks, if not the exact same “good” championed. So in this regard, the more diverse and chaotic, younger ancient Greeks may be taking a cue from the ancients across the Mediterranean pond.

I speculate, I hesitate, I go on. What I am enjoying about this tour through the Republic, and I do intend to finish it by the end of May 2025, is resonating with the questions and the answers alike, as human ones, as mine, as questions of the heart. They don’t necessarily need to be right in all circumstances, but they have resonance.

For instance, children who imitate certain habits from their family, peers, media, or elsewhere, are more likely to act that way as an adult. That’s a truism, that’s obvious. Therefore, posits Plato, there should be no tragic plays or poems showing degrading and degraded persons, because we might imitate them. Well, then. In many ways this encapsulates one argument against pornography.

In sum, I am reading Plato with my heart as well as my head; it tastes good.

So said American poet William Carlos Williams of a plum in the icebox, so say I of Plato.

One last thing that strikes me in reading mostly from Book II-III in the last 24 hours is the contrast with our American society.

While Jefferson and Madison, Adams and Franklin, Hamilton and Washington, and others who founded America knew their classics, Federalist 10 makes quite clear American government is meant to manage the chaos of social factions, not prevent it. Our foundational premise of factions recognizes unerasable conflict, and offers the medicine of “checks and balances” government to keep the patient alive to date. This premise and solution is a major innovation over the Republic‘s diagnosis and solution through Book III.

Likewise, our understanding of free speech is quite the opposite of Socrates and Plato in Books II-III. Further, the world of sophist advertising as free speech would horrify them. Rightly so, methinks.

Lastly, and yes last but not least, our pluralistic fractious premise, and the complex Constitutional solution that adjusts along the way, is a living real-and-ideal republic. This American republic escapes further description in this mere blog post. It makes Plato’s Republic not just intriguing but still timely. The problems are here, within and without, and if for none other than in one’s own itty bitty life, they must, I reckon, be handled.

Cheers,

G. H. Mosson

Maryland, USA

www.ghmosson.com

Singing the Forge (out April 2025!)

I am excited to announce my new book of poems, Singing the Forge, from David Robert Books, out now. The typesetting was just finished in early March. Much thanks to wonderful yogi and artist, Jess Frey, for the spectacular cover, and David Robert Books of Word Tech Communications LLC (Ohio, USA) for their work and support.

  • Here’s a synopsis:

Singing the Forge explores the singing of what’s shaped us and what we’ve shaped for ourselves. Through poems at times personal, plus vignettes from men and women of the past two centuries in the book’s middle section, these poems offer mirrors of becomings. Readers encounter melodies from diverse lives. Across free verse, meter, and poems of organic form, you might just see yourself.

  • Here’s a cool cover:

Right now, it can be ordered via this link or through your local bookstore!

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Cheers,

G. H. Mosson

Maryland, USA

www.ghmosson.com

Sticking the Landing: Playing With Last Lines

This month, I am hosting an online workshop to discuss and have fun with the last lines of poems, eight kinds, through the Eastern Shore Writers Association, and registration is free. Link below with more details.

It has been interesting to see different poets do different things, as I have prepared for this presentation. For instance, the famous couplet conclusion of a Shakespearean sonnet (conclusion ending) resonates with a less obvious imagistic closing tercet of Jack Gilbert’s “A Brief for the Defense” (image ending).

Right now I have eight kinds of endings in my taxonomy. Of course, I consider these eight categories, as applied, often primary. That is, usually there are other resonances afoot.

For instance, Shakespeare’s closing couplet in Sonnet 18 concludes the poem’s argument, but also resonates by refocusing on many levels, say from season to art, when compared to the opening line. Likewise, Gilbert in the above poem uses an image that creates an open-ended resonance, yet on further examination, the image also summarizes the poem’s argument as well as shifts the poem’s opening theme when compared to its first line.

Link below with more details.

LINK: https://www.easternshorewriters.org/event-6073413

Cheers,

G. H. Mosson

Maryland, USA

www.ghmosson.com

Family Snapshot as a Poem In Time: Three Reviews

I was recently looking through this book, published in 2019, but taking place closer to 2012, and wish I had circulated more with it at the time.

Nevertheless as the book title hints, I was just too busy with family and making a living. This said, the book garnered three reviews and one reading at the Enoch Pratt Library, in downtown Baltimore, Md.

The Midwest Book Review’s November 2021 review via Donovan’s Bookshelf monthly newsletter is excerpted below, as the link is cumbersome. Cheers.

KIRKUS REVIEW (JULY 2021) (Linked here)

LOCH RAVEN REVIEW (by Editor Dan Cuddy) (Linked here)

Diane Donovan’s Bookshelf (November 2021) (linked here)

(hosted by MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW)

(AN EXCERPT)

Family Snapshot as a Poem in Time by G.H. Mosson

Finishing Line Press (March 2019, ISBN: 9781635348491, $14.99)

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Family Snapshot as a Poem in Time is a poetry collection the entire family can enjoy, and captures a father’s love for his daughter and son with pieces that celebrate growth and family connections.

These free verses offer readers the chance to view their own families in a different light against the mirror of G.H. Mosson’s experience with time’s passage, growth, and interactions with his kids:

“Firecracker daughter,/your volcano of energy exhausts my imagination. I always thought/imagination meant walking in a moonlit field weeping/Where was I? And where have I traveled to? The easy answer: time.”

The narrator questions the legacy he transmits to the next generation (“If I am not a dreamer, how will my son know me?”) while also transmitting to this generation poetic pieces that will resonate with young listeners and observers:

“Thinnest crescent in the night, your moonbeams gleam/a tinsel light, and two tiny stars nearby/are just as bright./I think you’ll play together tonight/when I’m not watching.”

As the pieces for adults in the first half weave into verse for children in the second half, the entire family will find the arc of the book also evocative and reflective of the parenting experience:

It’s unusual to see a poetry collection that can appeal across generations, but Family Snapshot as a Poem in Time is such a production.

Diane C. Donovan, Senior Reviewer

Donovan’s Literary Services

www.donovansliteraryservices.com

Cheers,

G. H. Mosson

Maryland, USA

www.ghmosson.com

Poems Out from the Workshop!

Thanks so much to JMWW Journal, Loch Raven Review, and Wayne Literary Review for publishing four poems of mine in Fall 2024.

Wayne Literary Review out of Wayne State University published a poem written in the 2022-2023 time frame, but the remainder of them date back one or two decades to the first draft.

While “How Far, Two Stars,” is based on work from 2005, most of that was revised out, so it is mostly new.

To check it out, click on the titles below:

HOW FAR, TWO STARS

WHISTLER’S SKETCHBOOK: COME SEE WITH ME

Cheers,

G. H. Mosson

Maryland, USA

www.ghmosson.com

Sand Mandala & New Publications

Thank you to the editors of The Potomac Review (Maryland), Main Street Rag (North Carolina), California Quarterly (Calif.), SurVision (Ireland), and Compass Rose Literary Journal (D.C. / online) for 2024 publications of my poetry! I appreciate it.

This poem, “Sand Mandala,” appeared the Summer 2024 issue of Main Street Rag, a poem close to my heart, because unlike some of my work, autobiographical. While I don’t usually reprint, I shall here with irregular formatting as I cannot style it correctly through Web design:

Sand Mandala

As our June afternoon becomes

becoming children’s tugs, why not

whistle these steps into a dance?

Why not mold our circumstance to craft

mementos out of colored sand

as joy peacocks us to parade

or we huddle for some storm to end?

I’ll touch this question into a path

before let go—and the sand rivers home.

Tibetan monks from the Dalai Lama’s compound in India came through Baltimore, Maryland again this summer.

It was the first time I’ve seen them since the beginning of the pandemic. The above mandala was completed from sand on a Sunday at the cusp of the transformation-back ceremony. I was blessed to attend it. I also attended a morning meditation led by three monks from the traveling cohort alongside my teenage daughter. What could be better!

Cheers, in gratitude,

G. H. Mosson

Maryland, USA

www.ghmosson.com