The Walled Garden
By Mark Frutkin
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The Walled Garden is a unique collection of short essays addressing a wide variety of subjects. From an exploration of the films of Andrei Tarkovsky and Federico Fellini to an update on the linguistic theories of Ernest Fenollosa, from a look into the true nature of time and the present moment to a discussion of ‘psychic birthplaces’, from reflections on Paleolithic caves, poetry and art, The Walled Garden includes the wild, the tamed and the stunningly unusual.
Mark Frutkin
Mark Frutkin is an award-winning fiction author whose most recent novel, Fabrizio's Return, won the Trillium and Sunburst Awards and was a finalist for the Commonwealth Writers' Prize for Best Book (Canada/Caribbean Region). In 2008 he published a memoir, Erratic North: A Vietnam Draft Resister's Life in the Canadian Bush. He lives in Ottawa.
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The Walled Garden - Mark Frutkin
Prologue: The Walled Garden
A book is a walled garden.
Within its covers, words sprout in tangles of leaf and root, stretching in every direction, foreseen and unforeseen. Parts of the garden are wild, other areas more domesticated, vegetables in rows, trees growing tall, other vegetation collecting underneath, some planted, others seeded by the wind.
Fruits of the most delicious and sustaining variety come to fruition here; at the same time, there may persist noxious and/or useless weeds, as well as fallen trees and dead greenery slowly rotting back into the earth. Under it all, a rich silence supports growth, ideas, thoughts and dreams.
Any book, in fact life itself, is a walled garden, with the wall of birth at one end, the wall of death at the other. No one knows what lies before or beyond.
Within the garden, nothing stays the same, all is change. Seeds sprout, branches reach and split and grow in multiple directions, vines twist upward, fruit swells, ripens, rots and falls, chaos and order intertwine, roots curl down and drive deeper and deeper into the earth.
In another sense, nothing ever changes, all is permanent and fixed, the earth supports and feeds, the sun burnishes the apple, the rain swells the grape. Silence allows the language of the book to sprout and arise. Above all, the garden, with its images of life and death, dissolution and new growth, proves to be a place of harmonious chaos.
A book, like life itself, is a walled garden.
Silence Again: Short Essays
1. Ox Scapulae
The earliest writing in China is found on tortoise shells or ox scapulae (shoulder blades) used for divination during the Shang Dynasty (1600-1000 BC). Inscriptions on the scapulae can be up to two hundred words long and include all the essential elements required for a Chinese writing system. The scapulae were incised with the divination question and heated in fires. The resulting cracks would then be read as the divination.
Proto-Sinaitic script in the Middle East and Egypt was developed from roughly 1800 to 1600 BC. At that time, a few hieroglyphs or images were chosen to stand in for various letters of a new phonetic writing system using an alphabet in which each letter stood for a sound. (At about the same time, the Ugaritic and Phoenician alphabets, written in cuneiform, were also being established.) Considering the use of ox scapulae by the Chinese, how odd that the first letter of the Proto-Sinaitic alphabet, the A, was represented by a hieroglyph of an ox.
What is this strange connection between the ox and written language? Oxen are castrated male cattle first domesticated around 4000 BC, probably as draft animals, and later used for ploughing. The plough, pulled by the ox, cuts lines of text in the earth.
2. Fire and Clay Tablets
In the ancient Near East, where libraries held clay tablets etched with the arrowhead shapes of cuneiform, fire would not destroy the tablets but would actually bake and preserve, or anneal, them.
In our day, we think of accidental fire primarily as an instrument of destruction, but ‘to fire’ something is also to harden it and ensure it lasts longer.
Further, in this context, consider that the Apocalypse for the ancient world came in the form of The Flood. In those societies, water would destroy their clay tablets (and all their records and written memory), rendering them useless. In our day, with our libraries filled with paper documents (and digital materials), the Apocalypse is most commonly imagined as arriving in the form of fire.
3. Conventional Reality
What is convention? Convention is the willing suspension of the imagination. Its addiction is spectacle. Its city is sameness, on a global scale, while its citizens are either indifferent or filled with blind, ignorant conviction. Its language is the habitual and the acceptable. Its religion is found in answers, while it fears those questions that have no answers, fears the groundless, fears boredom.
Language in this context is key. In his novel Watt, Samuel Beckett writes of a character: "For he could always hope, of a thing of which he had never known the name, that he would learn the name, some day, and so be tranquillized." (Italics added.) We are ‘tranquillized’ by conventional language, put into an unquestioning stupor and living coma by its ceaseless flow.
Convention is not evil, nor is it the enemy, it is simply a disturbing willingness to accept the false limits of the world and call that reality.
4. The Role of Empathy in Fiction
Writing fiction is all about our human ability to experience sympathy, understanding, and empathy. The old creative writing dictum, Write what you know, could easily prove unnecessarily limiting to the creative imagination.
Writing simply what you know could keep a writer locked into his or her own box, unable to imagine how it feels to be other. Of course, writing what you don’t know can bring up a multitude of dangers. You could get it all wrong: That’s not the language used by the cancer researcher, that’s not what it’s like to be in prison, that’s not what it’s like to mine coal, that’s not what it’s like to be a school teacher, that’s not what it’s like to be an indigenous person.
Of course, when an outsider tells the story of a group of which he or she is not a member, or even tries to become the spokesperson for that community, the anger and resentment that arises is totally justified.
Every time a writer writes about a character who is not himself or herself, or about a subject on which the author is not an expert, the writer is flirting with missing the target. However, a good writer deals in empathy and should try to get it right. How it feels to put ourselves in each others’ shoes, to try to experience each others’ minds and hearts, to experience empathy, which I suggest is the essence of being human – that is also the essence of fiction.
5. Now as Contradiction
We often think of the present moment as a paper-thin slice of time between past and future, something fairly easy to experience but impossible to grasp. It seems so minute and fleeting, so momentary – actually experiencing it for more than a moment becomes not only a struggle but impossible.
In fact, this moment of now isn’t a paper-thin slice at all but vast and open. We can experience its vastness by relaxing into it, into its mutability, its impermanence, giving up any struggle to hold on to it – because the present is continuous, is the actual flow of future into past. It’s there all the time, in every moment – omnipresent, immutable,