Tag: literature

Leopardi’s work is proof that it does not take many poetic forms to produce a strong effect of variety. Reading his Canti, the last thing you feel is monotony; and yet, there are always decasyllables and hexasyllables. However, due to the extremely varied arrangement of verses and rhymes, one never knows what comes next. And the brain, challenged and entertained in capturing the order, is satisfied with the meaning that never allows itself to fall into the banal. The problem of form is real and relevant, but it is only justified when there is truly something to say.

In theory, Meetings with Remarkable Men, by George Gurdjieff, was conceived with “similar objectives” to those of Autobiography of a Yogi, by Paramahansa Yogananda. But this can only be said in quotation marks, because the discrepancy between the works is so striking that it would not be an exaggeration to consider them models, one of truth and the other of falsification. One is truly instructive, presenting truly remarkable men and thus achieving its “goal”; the other is merely a succession of accounts whose purpose is nothing more than to inflate the ego of an author who, whenever he seems about to say something important, he cunningly states that he will only say it in a volume yet to be published and that you, the reader, will have to buy. But above all, what both works reveal is a contrast between personalities that, if not opposite, are absolutely distinct. The qualities that shine through in Yogananda are completely absent in Gurdjieff: the former inspires respect and admiration, while the latter inspires only antipathy.

It is impossible not to enjoy a good fisherman’s tale, even if we do not believe a word of it. But here, the adventures, exaggerations, and even absurdities provoke laughter rather than aversion. Why? It is interesting to note that there is this type of lie that entertains, stimulates, and generates a positive feeling in the listener. And it opens the door to an entire literary genre in which creativity is free to manifest itself. The more ingenious and implausible the story, the more easily it is sometimes engraved in the memory, and the more it increases the merit of its author. Perhaps the mystery of this phenomenon is not a mystery at all: in it, the lie only works because it is based on purity of intention.

It is striking to note that, after reading Meetings with Remarkable Men, in which George Gurdjieff recounts, sometimes indifferently, sometimes boastfully, the countless times he took advantage of others’ innocence, manipulated, lied, and deceived, there are still those who want to have him as their spiritual master! It brings to mind that saying from Rio de Janeiro (surely it is from Rio): “Every day a trickster and a sucker go out into the street. When they meet, there’s business.“ Gurdjieff is one of those who reeks of lies, and a connoisseur of this type of nature easily notices that some of his accounts, if not invented, are interspersed with exaggerations and falsifications aimed solely at impressing. What a thing! “Magnetic personality,” “mystical guide,” “spiritual master”… Through these stories that should not be told outside a confessional, Gurdjieff proves himself to be nothing more than a professional con artist.