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Monday, December 11, 2017

233. Formation of Cities







Pirenne continued 

A History of Europe by Henri Pirenne
University Books, first published 1938 but written during the Great War

It is hardly surprising that I keep going back and forth between Pirenne and Braudel, as Pirenne influenced the Annales School of social history. According to Wiki, Pirenne's ideas about the linked rise of the Bourgeoisie and of cities, has survived best when it comes to his academic reputation today. 

What I think is interesting is that I remembered Pirenne more than Braudel. (At least I think this is true. I still haven't found other parts of what I remember about the markets, so it may have been a mix of the two authors.) I suspect one reason for my preference for Pirenne is that his books are based on his lectures. They are a literary version of an oral tradition. No one would sit through a lecture of Capitalism and Material Life. Even I would consider that cruel and unusual punishment. 

I'm going to continue and read a chapter or two about cities, but I may try to get my hands on a copy of Pirenne's Medieval Cities. The final chapters of this book are about the Renaissance and Reformation, extending into the middle of the 16th century. That may be worth a quick re-read.

I thought I could just skim the chapter on cities... wrong.

The Formation of the Cities
I. The Episcopal "Cities" and Fortresses
p215 A society in which the population lives by the soil which it exploits, and whose produce it consumes on the spot, cannot give rise to important agglomerations of human beings; each inhabitant being tied, by the necessities of life, to the soil which he cultivates. Commerce, on the other hand, necessarily involves the formation of centres in which it obtains its supplies and from which it sends them forth into the outer world. The natural result of importation and exportation is the formation in the social body of what might be called nodes of transit. In Western Europe, in the 10th and 11th centuries, their appearance was contemporaneous with the renewal of urban life.

...almost invariably these sites were already inhabited when the afflux of merchants restored them to renewed activity. Some -- and this was the case in Italy, Spain, and Gaul [within the old Roman Empire] -- were already occupied by an episcopal "city"; others -- for example in the Low Countries and... [outside the borders of the Roman Empire] were already the site of a bourg -- that is a fortress... But neither the "cities" nor the bourgs presented the faintest trace of urban life... they contained nothing that resembled a bourgeoisie...


p216 It was in the "cities" of Northern Italy and Provence... and in the bourgs of the Flemish region, that the first merchant colonies were established... in the 10th century... ...in the 11th century... in the "city" as in the bourg, the merchant colony was beginning to play the leading part. The immigrants dominated the old inhabitants just as the commercial life of the place dominated the old agricultural life, and the opposition of these two interests gave rise to conflicts and necessitated expedients by force of which... a new order of things was elaborated.


p217 If we are to understand this phenomenon of the formation of the middle classes, a development so pregnant with consequences, we must try to realize clearly the full extent of the contrast which existed... between the old population and the new. The old population, consisting of clergy, knights, and serfs, lived by the soil, the lower class working for the upper classes, who, from the economic point of view, were consumers who produced nothing...


In this tiny, changeless world the arrival of the merchants suddenly disarranged all the habits of life, and produced, in every domain, a veritable revolution. To tell the truth, they were intruders, and the traditional order could find no place for them. In the midst of these people who lived by the soil, and whose families were maintained by labors which were always the same, and revenues that did not vary, they seemed in some way scandalous, being as they were without roots in the soil, and because of the strange and restless nature of their way of life. 
With them came not only the spirit of gain and of enterprise, but also the free laborer, the man of independent trade, detached alike from the soil and from the authority of the seigneur: and above all, the circulation of money.

p218 It was not only the work of the merchant that was free: by a no less astonishing innovation, his person also was free. But what could anyone really know concerning the legal status of these newcomers, whom no one had ever seen before? Very probably the majority of them were the children of serfs, but no one knew this for certain, and as their condition of servage could not be presumed, they had of necessity to be treated as free men. It was a curious result of their social condition that these forebears of the future bourgeoisie did not have to demand their liberty. It came to them quite naturally; it existed as a fact even before it was recognized as a right.


This passivity of the Medieval Establishment is a little surprising. And returning for a moment to Pirenne's assumptions about origin of these Free Men, wouldn't it make at least as much sense to think that some at least of them were the superfluous sons of the gentry? Wouldn't that better explain why the Establishment let them be? But then they didn't just let them be, they sold or rented accommodations in these proto-cities where transactions like this must have been an unusual thing. Yes, they had ready cash, but in the kind of stable and conservative local economy Pirenne has described, housing these "new men" would require some local initiative (enterprise) or a profound need for cash.

All this would make more sense if these "new men" were, at least assumed to be, the sons (if only the natural sons) of the gentry. This would not have upset the proprieties of the day. And who did own the land the cities grew onto?

To these characteristics of the merchant colony... another must be added: the rapidity of its growth. It presently exercised, upon the surrounding region, an attraction compatible to that which the modern factory exercises over the rural population. By the lure of gain, it awakened the spirit of enterprise and adventure that lay dormant in the hearts of the domainal serfs, and it attracted fresh recruits from all directions... the merchant colony... provided employment for a host of workers -- boatmen, carters, lumpers, etc. At the same time artisans of every kind came to settle in the town. Some of them -- bakers, brewers, shoemakers -- found an assured livelihood there, thanks to the constant increase of the population. Others worked up the raw materials imported by the merchants, and the wares which they produced swelled the export trade. In this way industry took its place beside commerce. By the end of the 11th century, in Flanders, the weavers of woolen stuffs were beginning to flock from the country into the towns, and the Flemish cloth trade, being thus centralized under the direction of the merchants, became what it was to remain until the end of the Middle Ages, the most flourishing industry in Europe.

...neither the ancient "cities" nor the ancient bourgs could contain within the narrow circumference of their walls the increasing influx of these newcomers. They were forced to settle outside the gates... Like the original "city" or bourg, the new town was itself a fortress: it was called "nouveau-bourg" or "faubourg" -- that is to say, outer fortress, for which reason its inhabitants were known, from the beginning of the 11th century, by the name bourgeois. The bourgeoisie underwent the same development as the nobility in this medieval society, which enjoyed, thanks to the abstention of the State, [?] the advantage of complete plasticity. Before long its social function had transformed it into a juridical class. It is obvious that the law and administrative measures then in force, which had come into existence in the heart of a purely agricultural society, could no longer suffice for the needs of a merchant population. The formalistic apparatus of legal procedure, with its primitive means of proof, bailment, and seizure, had to give way to simpler and more expeditious rules. The judicial duel [Blogger won't let me make a link today: 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trial_by_combat], that ultima ratio of the litigants, appeared to the merchants the very negation of justice. To ensure the maintenance of order in their faubourg, which was swarming with adventurers and jailbirds of every kind, such as had hitherto been unknown in the tranquil environment of the ancient Bourg or "city," they demanded that the ancient system of fines and compositions should be replaced by punishments capable of inspiring a salutary terror: hanging, mutilation of every kind, [I wonder if Foucault wrote about this?] and the putting out of the eyes. They protested against the prestations in kind ["
feudal law : a rent, tax, or due paid in kind or in services"] which the collectors of tolls demanded before they would pass the merchandise that the merchants were exporting or importing. If it happened that one of their number was recognized as a serf, they would not suffer his seigneur to reclaim him. As for their children, whose mothers were necessarily almost always of servile condition, they refused to admit that such offspring should be regarded as servile. Thus the encounter of these new men with the ancient society resulted in all sorts of clashes and conflicts, due to the opposition of the domainal law and the commercial law, of exchange in kind and exchange for monetary payment, of servitude and liberty.

p220 Naturally, the social authorities did not accept the claims of the nascent bourgeoisie without resistance. As always, they endeavored first of all to conserve the established order of things: this is to say, to impose it upon these merchants, although it was in absolute opposition to their condition of life: and as always, their conduct was inspired as much by good faith as by personal interest. It is evident that it took the princes a long time to understand the necessity of modifying, for the merchant population, the authoritarian and patriarchial regime which they had hitherto applied to their serfs. The ecclesiastical princes especially displayed, in the beginning, a very marked hostility. To them it seemed that commerce endangered the salvation of the soul, and they regarded with mistrust, as a criminal derogation from obedience, all these innovations whose contagion was spreading from day to day. Their resistance inevitably led to revolts. In Italy and the Low Countries, and on the banks of the Rhine, the War of Investitures provided the bourgeois with an occasion or a pretext for rebellion against their bishops; here in the name of the Pope, and there in that of the Emperor. The first commune of which history makes mention, that of Cambrai, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cambrai] in 1077, was sworn by the people, led by the merchants, against the Imperialist prelate of the city. 


We just this week marked the historic Battle of Cambrai during the Great War. The first coordinated experiment in armored warfare by the British Army -- and successfully countered by the German Army.



Dreams

This morning (last night) our landfill and recycling were picked up. This means that I was sleeping "on alert." I woke at 5:15 with the first noises out on Powell and went out to investigate. I awoke again around 5:30 when our usual scavenger was going through the toters in our alley. I woke again at 6:00 to haul up our recycling toter and to clean up most of the mess the scavenger made of my neighbor's trash. And I woke around 7:00 when the trash was collected, and then hauled our toters back down into the laundry room. 

All this to say that my sleep -- and dreams -- were often interrupted which caused me to recall them more than normal. The first dream I remember I was driving by a cluster of four small houses I had seen articles or videos about. They were at the end of a long road on the edge of the ocean. I was surprised, cruising by, to see actual people lounging about in the two that were most open to view. I was both pleased to see that people were actually enjoying these curious houses -- they seemed to be either reading or napping or just lounging about like dogs -- but also afraid I was being intrusive, so I headed back the way I must have come. A couple hundred yards down the road, however, I came to the point where the road cascaded down from the ridge above. There was the merest hint of a road. Or half a road as most of the roadway had eroded away. Since there were no other cars down there, I concluded that it was somehow possible to defy the laws of physics and race up the impossible road. Unfortunately, again, my car was both under-powered and running poorly. I was trying to get in position to try to get up the slope when I segued into the next dream. 

I awoke from that dream walking down a street in what I recognized as the Mission district here in SF, though I saw nothing to give me a specific street or block. I think I was carrying laundry. I didn't think I had blacked out because I remembered the dream so clearly (do people with multiple personalities dream when they aren't in control? I think not.) I was concerned that I had been sleep walking to this random point in the city. As I walked along trying to get oriented, a crazy person cruised by making me feel vulnerable since my hands were full. In response (?) I tried to pull the car I was now in (same under-powered beast) out across and into traffic. Since in my dreams my brakes and transmission never work properly, I ended up rolling helplessly into an oncoming car.

Next scene, I am on a gurney in a hospital
(?) corridor. I seem to be paralyzed. The hospital person is saying, "There's one more thing we can try" when that dream ends.

The next scene, and I'm pretty sure this was after one of the interruptions listed above, I am a passenger in a car driven by my father. I don't know what we are talking about, but, when we come to a cross street, the driver appears not to notice the car ahead of us and just plows into it full speed. I am unhurt. There was a whole other, confused, section after the second accident, and that I have lost. Which is too bad as there was something in there that I found interesting. I assumed since I was remembering all this earlier stuff, I would retain the end as well. Wrong.

All four settings were completely different. In two I was by myself. In two I was with a number of other people. None of it was particularly disturbing in the context of the dream.

I don't understand why I couldn't have dreamed that I was beating in the head of our annoying scavenger with a rock. That would seem to be both possible and a relatively healthy way to work out stress and aggravation. 



Sunday, November 5, 2017

221, Oborozukiyo






Genji in mourning

The period of mourning lasts for months and Genji stays with his wife's family along with his new son. 

p174 ...He had not forgotten to ask himself whether she [Murasaki] would be bored and lonely without him, but he thought of her as an orphan he had taken in and did not worry himself greatly about what she might be thinking or doing, or whether she might be resentful of his outside activities. This was pleasant for him. [This was the same way he had treated his wife, and has been rebuking himself about.]
...

p179 [Back at his own house] It was a tedious time. He no longer had any enthusiasm for the careless night wanderings that had once kept him busy. Murasaki was much on his mind. She seemed peerless, the nearest he could imagine to his ideal. Thinking that she was no longer too young for marriage, he had occasionally made amorous overtures; but she had not seemed to understand... She was clever and she had many delicate ways of pleasing him in the most trivial diversions. He had not seriously thought of her as a wife. Now he could not restrain himself. It would be a shock of course.


p180 What had happened? Her women had no way of knowing when the line had been crossed. One morning Genji was up early and Murasaki stayed on and on in bed. It was not at all like her to sleep so late. Might she be unwell? As he left for his own rooms, Genji pushed an inkstone inside her bed curtains.


At length, when no one else was near, she raised herself from her pillow and saw beside it a tightly folded bit of paper. Listlessly she opened it. There was only this verse, in a casual hand:


"Many have been the nights we have spent together

Purposelessly, these coverlets between us."

She had not dreamed he had anything of the sort on his mind. What a fool she had been, to repose her whole confidence in so gross and unscrupulous a man.


It was almost noon when Genji returned. "They say you're not feeling well. What can be the trouble? I was hoping for a game of Go."


She pulled the covers over her head. Her women discreetly withdrew...

...

p181 He drew back the covers. She was bathed in perspiration and the hair at her forehead was matted from weeping.


"Dear me. This does not augur well at all." He tried in every way he could think of to comfort her, but she seemed genuinely upset and did not offer so much as a word in reply. 


"Very well. You will see no more of me. I do have my pride."


He opened her writing box but found no note inside. Very childish of her -- and he had to smile at the childishness. He stayed with her the whole day, and he thought the stubbornness with which she refused to be comforted most charming.


It interests me that the author has given this character her own name. Thinking also of Fyodor Karamazov, I wonder if anyone has written about the importance or meaning of an author bestowing their name on an important character?

Here we learn why there has been so little aside from personal affairs. The ailing old emperor is talking to the new emperor about Genji,


p195 "Look to him for advice in large things and in small, just as you have until now. He is young but quite capable of ordering the most complicated public affairs. There is no office of which he need feel unworthy and no task in all the land that is beyond his powers. I reduced him to common rank so that you might make full use of his services. Do not, I beg of you, ignore my last wishes."

He made many other moving requests, but it is not a woman's place to report upon them. Indeed I feel rather apologetic for having set down these fragments.


The old emperor dies and Fujitsubo returns to her family home, with her son I assume, who is also Genji's son. No one besides these two seem to be aware of this, despite the resemblance.

Even though Fujitsubo is still empress and their son is still crown prince, their faction is now out of favor with the reign of the new emperor, who is very young and dominated by his mother's family. I kept being reminded of the Eagles song, "New Kid in Town" as I read about Genji's reduced status at court, though, so far, there is no newer "Genji" on the scene. Though you would think that would be almost inevitable. 



Oborozukiyo

I'm more than a little confused by the family rivalries. I think Oborozukiyo is the princess Genji romanced in the dark without knowing exactly who she was. She is a daughter of the Minister of the Right -- the one who is now in power -- and he just found Genji in her bed. This had been going on for some time. Fujitsubo and the Rokujo Lady are both in religious retreat for political or personal reasons. Murasaki is still being groomed. Genji manages to keep busy even when out of favor.



Studying literature

It was brought to my attention that the Mechanics Institute Library was starting it's three year Proust cycle. They also are reading Tristram Shandy. Unfortunately, a little checking revealed that the Proust group was already closed (I suppose they reached their desired group size). But the truth is that, as much as I like each of these works, they are not the books I would most want to read with a group, and an "expert." 

Last week (some time ago now) a woman won a $700 million lotto which had me thinking what I would do if I had that kind of money -- the usual building/charitable stuff, mostly -- but now I'm thinking I could probably hire "tutors" to bounce ideas off of and hopefully teach me something I hadn't noticed myself about books of interest to me. I could pester someone about Quantum Chromodynamics without feeling too guilty. A new definition for "private university." Would it be better to participate in a small class setting, rather than a tutorial?  Maybe. Maybe not.


I'm also considering starting a multi-year project to blog Civilization and Capitalism... don't you judge me!

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

181. Flower Piano


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Trending towards Braudel

Today (that was) I worked Flower Piano at the Botanical Garden in Golden Gate Park (see HERE). It was a lovely event on a near perfect day, but there was very little for me to do. On what I consider a "good" day I fill around 30 bags of compost but today I only pulled two.

But that gave me time to think. I had been thinking about the origin of the bourgeois world order so was trying to work out a chronology with the Crusades, the Black Death, the Renaissance, and the Reformation. (Did you know that one of the most recent proposed causes for the Little Ice Age is reforestation following the Black Death in Europe and then again following the mass die-off in the Americas after 1492?) Then it occurred to me that I could fall back on Fernand Braudel and start with what he considered the origin of modern capitalism in the market fairs. (I have, once again, been unable to find the passage I'm recalling in Civilization & Capitalism. I don't even know which volume it should be in. Four months later: On a hunch I consulted not Braudel but A History of Europe by Henri Pirenne and found the passage I remembered. It is around page 209 in the Book about The Formation of the Bourgeoisie.) 

This is interesting because it reasserts the Jewish connection. (And thinking about that made me aware that I can't recall why the Jews were able to give credit when the other "People of the Book" couldn't. Also, it seems like futures could have been a brilliant work around for credit. Braudel starts (in my recollection, which I can't substantiate) with farmers needing credit to plant their crops, but buying the crop in advance wouldn't seem to involve credit -- though maybe futures would have been just as bad in some way I will never understand.)

It is interesting that capitalism as we know it today had its start in helping farmers plant their crops. It all seems so innocent.

Before I started my shift I had breakfast at the Pork Store again. I ended up sitting at the counter next to a person who must have decided he was a sullen, disheveled woman trapped in a man's body and decided to do something about it. My hair is longer than hers and, I believe, better looking. *Flips hair dismissively*



I so lucked out working Saturday in GG Park, yesterday and today have been typical summer days when the fog hasn't burned off anywhere near as far west as the park. Did I even write about the clouds that day? They were so lovely. We hardly ever see clouds in the summer, so there was the novelty, but beyond that they were just lovely little clouds. Not as high as cirrus but less substantial than the usual cumulus. Maybe stratocumulus? Undoubtedly related to some storm system out in the Pacific, but I didn't hear about an actual hurricane or anything spectacular. Just enough of a front to push aside the marine layer for a day or so.

Rattlesnakes & Pigeons

In a recent SciShow YouTube video (HERE) I learned that, thanks to Rattlesnake Roundups, today's rattlesnake is less likely to have a rattle. I'm imagining some conservative Arizona rancher reacting to this consequence of natural selection with, "Well damn, that Darwin fella might have been on to something after all." But that's just crazy talk.


Anyway, this morning I was waiting for a BART train at Powell Street Station -- so three floors underground with MuniMetro trains directly above and the shared mezzanine above that. There were at least three pigeons working the platforms down there, as they often do, and with rattle-less rattlesnakes in mind, I wondered if they might come to forsake the surface -- with all its hawks and unpredictable cars -- for a subterranean life. I know they can go from station to station riding inside trains because I've seen them do it. And since BART can't stop people eating on the platforms or on the trains, there will always be something for them to eat. Will we see a generation of pigeons who become traumatized by a space larger than a train station? (I doubt it.)



Climate

Yesterday it was over 100F in Portland, OR -- I heard on the radio as I nestled under my extra layer of comforter this morning. Also yesterday, I read the local fire department is planning a floating station on the Embarcadero where they dock their fireboats. These two bits of information go together, Because Global Warming. 

I've seen interesting floating building projects from the Netherlands (of course) and even Britain, but this is the first local project I've heard of besides houseboats. Which I don't understand. We are in the process of "redeveloping" Treasure Island (TI) -- a man-made island in the middle of the bay created for the 1939 World's Fair and intended as a location for an airport, but then taken over by the US Navy for WW2 and only recently returned to the City. TI could combine features of Venice with the best of today's floating building technology, but instead they seem determined to go with generic development that could be anywhere. Perhaps the fire station idea will at least get people thinking about the option of having buildings rise with rising sea level rather than attempting to keep the sea always at bay. (ha)


Dwell

Without a book to read, I'm finally catching up with the latest Dwell magazine. What I like about Dwell is that so many of the houses are for the architects themselves. They may be a little stark, but they are usually interesting. I did have to laugh just now when I read about the decision of an architect couple to boldly paint the interior of their Brooklyn townhouse... white. Really thinking outside the box there. 

The last house I read about is from around here, but on the other side of the Oakland Hills. It is by an architect but the clients merely gave him freedom and a large budget to work with. I have to say I really like the house, it's mostly Cor-ten steel and glass on the outside and bare wood inside, the mezzanine layout is inspired by Le Corbusier's Unité -- which was referenced but not shown. (Are all Dwell readers familiar with architecture to this extent or is the magazine satisfied to leave many of their readers in the dark? Those architecture survey classes I took in college, in retrospect, could have been titled, "Preparation For Consuming Dwell and The Like.")

Not only is this house in Orinda stunning to look at, it is "sustainable" in all the check list ways: Solar panels; Rainwater catchment for everything but potable needs; Over insulated (and, while they don't mention it, I'm sure it's seismically sound.) Of course describing this as sustainable makes me gag given that it is also a huge house for four people in a location that requires automobile use for everything.

But then I look at Tiny House videos and think I could do better with less.


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