Value for Monday of Week 22 in the season of Growth

Values and Expectations

What we want can drive us forward. It can also get us into trouble.

  • The decisions you make are a choice of values that reflect your life in every way. [attributed to Alice Waters]
  • I have learned that as long as I hold fast to my beliefs and values – and follow my own moral compass – then the only expectations I need to live up to are my own. [Michelle Obama]
  • Twitching like a finger / On the trigger of a gun. [Paul Simon, “My Little Town”]

Salvador Dali, The Enigma of Desire, or My Mother, My Mother, My Mother (1929)

An ethical and moral life necessarily is built on values (grounded in emotion), which guide us in the direction we should go. Yet if our values are misguided or too rigid, they can lead us astray.

We perform best when we expect great things of ourselves. Children fare best when important adults expect great things of them. However, unrealistic expectations (values plus evaluation – emotion and thought) can lead to unhappiness. And when we expect things from others, depending on the nature and quality of the relationship, we may be setting ourselves up for disappointment.

Desire can motivate us, and lead to great accomplishments, but it can also lead to expectations. Expectations, too, can lead to great accomplishments but they can also be unrealistic. When that happens, a critical check is absent from desire.

Real

True Narratives

The Spanish Empire is worthy of these mega-endeavors. At its height, it was the first truly global enterprise, a federation that sprawled across much of Europe, most of the Americas, parts of Africa and various commercial outposts in Asia.

Case studies of political philosophers, as examples of how expectations can lead us astray:

Technical and Analytical Readings

On some of the difficulties with systems of ethics and morality:

Photographs

Documentary and Educational Films

Documentaries on Expectations:

Imaginary

Fictional Narratives

In this passage from Les Misérables, Cosette is falling in love with Marius, and Valjean makes the mistake of thinking that her future life is with him, not with the young man:

Jean Valjean was sitting in a cross-walk on some planks deposited at the gate of a timber-yard. His face was turned towards the highway, his back towards the light; he had forgotten the sun which was on the point of rising; he had sunk into one of those profound absorptions in which the mind becomes concentrated, which imprison even the eye, and which are equivalent to four walls. There are meditations which may be called vertical; when one is at the bottom of them, time is required to return to earth. Jean Valjean had plunged into one of these reveries. He was thinking of Cosette, of the happiness that was possible if nothing came between him and her, of the light with which she filled his life, a light which was but the emanation of her soul. He was almost happy in his revery. Cosette, who was standing beside him, was gazing at the clouds as they turned rosy. [Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (1862), Volume IV – Saint-Denis; Book Third – The House in the Rue Plumet, Chapter VIII, “The Chain-Gang”.]

Once there was a good little boy by the name of Jacob Blivens. He always obeyed his parents, no matter how absurd and unreasonable their demands were; and he always learned his book, and never was late at Sabbath- school. He would not play hookey, even when his sober judgment told him it was the most profitable thing he could do. None of the other boys could ever make that boy out, he acted so strangely. He wouldn't lie, no matter how convenient it was. He just said it was wrong to lie, and that was sufficient for him. And he was so honest that he was simply ridiculous. The curious ways that that Jacob had, surpassed everything. He wouldn't play marbles on Sunday, he wouldn't rob birds' nests, he wouldn't give hot pennies to organ-grinders' monkeys; he didn't seem to take any interest in any kind of rational amusement. So the other boys used to try to reason it out and come to an understanding of him, but they couldn't arrive at any satisfactory conclusion. As I said before, they could only figure out a sort of vague idea that he was "afflicted," and so they took him under their protection, and never allowed any harm to come to him. . . . Once, when he was on his way to Sunday-school, he saw some bad boys starting off pleasuring in a sailboat. He was filled with consternation, because he knew from his reading that boys who went sailing on Sunday invariably got drowned. So he ran out on a raft to warn them, but a log turned with him and slid him into the river. A man got him out pretty soon, and the doctor pumped the water out of him, and gave him a fresh start with his bellows, but he caught cold and lay sick abed nine weeks. But the most unaccountable thing about it was that the bad boys in the boat had a good time all day, and then reached home alive and well in the most surprising manner. Jacob Blivens said there was nothing like these things in the books. He was perfectly dumfounded. [Mark Twain, “The Story of the Good Little Boy” (ca. 1865).]

“Poor fellow,” she said. “He was very fond of me and he was such a gentle boy. We used to go out together, walking, you know, Gabriel, like the way they do in the country. He was going to study singing only for his health. He had a very good voice, poor Michael Furey.”  “Well; and then?” asked Gabriel.  “And then when it came to the time for me to leave Galway and come up to the convent he was much worse and I wouldn’t be let see him so I wrote him a letter saying I was going up to Dublin and would be back in the summer, and hoping he would be better then.”  She paused for a moment to get her voice under control, and then went on:  “Then the night before I left, I was in my grandmother’s house in Nuns’ Island, packing up, and I heard gravel thrown up against the window. The window was so wet I couldn’t see, so I ran downstairs as I was and slipped out the back into the garden and there was the poor fellow at the end of the garden, shivering.”  “And did you not tell him to go back?” asked Gabriel.  “I implored of him to go home at once and told him he would get his death in the rain. But he said he did not want to live. I can see his eyes as well as well! He was standing at the end of the wall where there was a tree.”  “And did he go home?” asked Gabriel.  “Yes, he went home. And when I was only a week in the convent he died and he was buried in Oughterard, where his people came from. O, the day I heard that, that he was dead!”  She stopped, choking with sobs, and, overcome by emotion, flung herself face downward on the bed, sobbing in the quilt. Gabriel held her hand for a moment longer, irresolutely, and then, shy of intruding on her grief, let it fall gently and walked quietly to the window.  She was fast asleep. [James Joyce, “The Dead” (1907).]

Novels and stories:

Poetry

VALUES:

EXPECTATIONS:

And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.

We are striving to forge our union with purpose.

[from Amanda Gorman, “The Hill We Climb”]

 

Poems:

Music: Composers, artists, and major works

Jacques Offenbach, Les Contes d’Hoffman (The Tales of Hoffman) (1880) (approx. 138-184’) (libretto) (list of recorded performances) is another allegory about desire, and expectations of another in a slightly lighter vein. “Why did Jacques Offenbach, the original gay boulevardier, choose for his ultimate text, the one most dedicated effort of his life, a play based on the life and works of so alien an artist? Or to put it more simply, what has Offenbach in common with Hoffmann?” “Offenbach could very well understand Hoffmann’s personal situation he had grown up in great poverty and his field of tension was always between art and commerce, which was the motivation to create true art in later years with the 'Contes d’Hoffmann'.” Performances, with video, have been conducted by Karytinos in 1998, Denève, Nagano in 2003, and Carydis. Best audio recordings feature Gedda, d’Angelo, Schwarzkopf, de los Angeles & London (Cluytens) in 1964; and Alexander, Sutherland & Hecht (Bonynge) in 1970. 

In the classic German legend, Faust is a successful scholar who is not satisfied. He bargains with the devil for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures but the cost is his soul. “The original Faust is said to have been an eccentric scholar, Dr. Johann Georg Faust, who lived in Germany in the early 1500s. His legend showed up in a 1604 play by Christopher Marlowe, a classic drama by Goethe and a popular opera by Gounod — all of which are named after the good doctor.” Here are links to Goethe’s play, and to Marlowe’s drama.

In romantic tragedy, amore (often called “love”) is a central value and expectation, which always goes awry.

Béla Bartók, violin concerti:

Other compositions:

Fire! Orchestra has created three albums whose lyrics speak to life’s primal desires, underlain by wrought and urgent instrumentation. As a whole, this combination evokes expectations.

  • Arrival” (2019) (66’)
  • Enter” (2014) (55’)
  • Exit” (2013) (44’) 

Other albums, from the dark/gray side:

Music: songs and other short pieces

Visual Arts

Film and Stage

Values and expectations:

Values:

Expectations:

Two Bob Rafelson films questioning “American myths of success”:

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