Today, we went to Alloway, Robert Burns’ birthplace, and, after several months of studying him and writing about his work, I’m all burned out.
(Get it? Get it? I’m hilarious.)
While I’m a wee bit exhausted by Burns, I do understand why he’s so important; his work is an object of national pride for Scotland, because he wrote in their language. Not a dialect of English, but Scots, because there are no such things as dialects, not in the way that we initially think about them. Those languages that share a common origin develop on their own, have their own syntax, system of talking, hand gestures, colloquialisms, and ideas about grammar, and build their own literary traditions. Scots is a language, not a dialect, just as much as the English we hear on television, German, French, Chinese and the languages within that common origin, are all languages. Disagree and I’ll be happy to fight you about it. Civilly. Maybe.
But the curator at the Robert Burns Birthplace Museum brought up a very good point: he mentioned that many feminists hate Burns, as do several of his female coworkers, for very good reasons. Robert Burns was a serial adulterer, a womanizer, and type-casted women as either witches, nagging wives, or an idolized woman on a pedestal standing to be desired from from a distance without a physical consummation, as far as we know (looking at you, Clarinda). Much like almost all of his male contemporaries and followers, he was misogynistic, sexist, and treated his poor wife Jean Armour like garbage. And he almost emigrated to Jamaica to probably take part in the slave trade. That sure isn’t heroic, much as Scotland adores him. Again, when these men talk about liberty, they talk about individual liberties as per their own selves and lives over everyone on the whole.
Mary Wollstonecraft would have some words to say to him.
Does this delegitimize all of his work?
We deal with this issue today, and there’s still no clear answer: how do we handle artists who produce great works when there’s some very ugly, damaging sides to them? Do their damaging beliefs mean that their work has no worth at all? Do we stop liking their work when our morals conflict with theirs?
There is no clear answer. If only it were that easy.
Like everything, it’s all on an individual basis, and everyone handles it differently. If someone has already come up with a clear solution that’d work for everyone, I’d love to hear it. No, seriously.
In the meantime, I’ll enjoy and appreciate Burns’ work as a poet for what he’s done for poetry, Scotland, and language, but not care about him at all as a person because he might’ve been kinda awful in many ways. Men of the Romantic movement are often just as, if not more, contradictory.
We can all appreciate a lego Robert Burns, though.