Value for Wednesday of Week 19 in the season of Growth

Working

To survive, at least some of us must work.

  • The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary. [attributed to Vince Lombardi]
  • The best preparation for good work tomorrow is to do good work today. [Elbert Hubbard]
  • All life demands struggle. Those who have everything given to them become lazy, selfish, and insensitive to the real values of life. The very striving and hard work that we so constantly try to avoid is the major building block in the person we are today. [attributed to Pope Paul VI]

Individuals must work: gathering food; finding and maintaining a safe place to live; caring for a family; or working a job to earn money to afford these things.

Employers want workers who function competently without being prodded to perform. A worker who appears to be struggling to make an effort is not likely to last long on the job.

Beyond merely making an effort is the daily practice of working. Because it consumes so much of our time and is so central in our lives, it is the subject of a vast collection of narratives, real and fictional.

Real

True Narratives

On work and workers:

On the checkered history of work:

Technical and Analytical Readings

Photographs

Documentary and Educational Films

Imaginary

Fictional Narratives

The same day Aurelius left for Rome. The whole way he was thoughtful and silent, attentively examining everything, the people, the ship, and the sea, as though endeavouring to recall something. On the sea a great storm overtook them, and all the while Aurelius remained on deck and gazed eagerly at the approaching and falling waves. When he reached home his family were shocked at the terrible change in his demeanour, but he calmed them with the words: “I have found it!”  In the dusty clothes which he had worn during the entire journey and had not changed, he began his work, and the marble ringingly responded to the resounding blows of the hammer. Long and eagerly he worked, admitting no one. At last, one morning, he announced that the work was ready, and gave instructions that all his friends, and the severe critics and judges of art, be called together. Then he donned gorgeous garments, shining with gold, glowing with the purple of the byssin.  “Here is what I have created,” he said thoughtfully.  His friends looked, and immediately the shadow of deep sorrow covered their faces. It was a thing monstrous, possessing none of the forms familiar to the eye, yet not devoid of a hint of some new unknown form. On a thin tortuous little branch, or rather an ugly likeness of one, lay crooked, strange, unsightly, shapeless heaps of something turned outside in, or something turned inside out—wild fragments which seemed to be feebly trying to get away from themselves. And, accidentally, under one of the wild projections, they noticed a wonderfully sculptured butterfly, with transparent wings, trembling as though with a weak longing to fly. [Leonid Andreyev, “Lazarus” (1906).]

Novels:

Poetry

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.

I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been, — alone,

‘As all must be,’ I said within my heart,
‘Whether they work together or apart.’

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a ’wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night
Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight.

And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him,
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,
‘Whether they work together or apart.’

[Robert Frost, “The Tuft of Flowers”]

 

Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
"This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;
"Of all who live, I am the one by whom
"This work can best be done in the right way."

Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.

[Henry Van Dyke, “Work”]

Other poems about work:

Music: Composers, artists, and major works

Vasily Kalinnikov, Symphony No. 1 in G Minor (1895) (approx. 37-43’) (list of recorded performances), seems to be about the joyful pursuit of work, an idea that, no doubt, pleased Soviet authorities, despite its being composed more than twenty years before the Communist Revolution of 1917. By movement: (1. Allegro moderato) The main theme suggests the business of daily life, calmly, purposefully and cheerfully pursued; (2. Andante commodamente) The main theme suggests the business of daily life, calmly, purposefully and cheerfully pursued; (2. Andante commodamente) The main theme is modified and slightly more somber; (3. Scherzo: allegro non troppo – moderato assai) The mood lightens, as we leave the main theme, still purposeful and businesslike; the movement concludes at a faster pace, in a lighter mood; and (4. Finale: Allegro moderato) The final movement suggests purposeful work in community, vigorously and joyously pursued; this idea brings the symphony to a triumphant conclusion. Excellent recorded performances are conducted by Rakhlin in 1949, Kondrashin in 1960, Svetlanov in 1977, Svetlanov in 1993, Kuchar in 1995, Neeme Järvi in 1997, and Bakels in 2011.

Artists:

 Other compositions evoking an image of working:

Music: songs and other short pieces

Visual Arts

Film and Stage

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