On December 10, 1950, William Faulkner accepted the Nobel Prize. He was an American writer known for his complex syntax and organizational structures. He delivered this speech five short years after WWII ended with the U.S. bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The 1950s issued in the Cold War, a period known for universal fear of war and death.
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Ladies and gentlemen,
I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work – a life’s work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this award is only mine in trust. It will not be difficult to find a dedication for the money part of it commensurate with the purpose and significance of its origin. But I would like to do the same with the acclaim too, by using this moment as a pinnacle from which I might be listened to by the young men and women already dedicated to the same anguish and travail, among whom is already that one who will some day stand here where I am standing.
Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.
He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed – love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.
Until he relearns these things, he will write as though he stood among and watched the end of man. I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.
I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice, which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
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The author starts off by behind honest and humble by saying that he was rewarded because of his work, not him as a person. He worked very hard to get where he was going.
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The last sentence of this paragraph I can be very deep. Not all people may look at it from this perspective, but as someone who loves writing and wants to be a writer I truly believe-to some extent-that good writing does come from pain or anything Else that makes you feel very stressed or sad or happy.
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This sentence is one that can be but into any perspective of the new weapons that both the people the world and the militaries of the world have at their fingertips. This question is one asked by students in American school in school shooter drills and of the communities in the middle east that are at risk of having their entire city blown up. Since the creation of the bombs in WW2 this question has been one that on the minds of the millions of people that modern day weapons has affected. And that fear that has been controlling us for years.
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