In
the words of Beyonce, “If I were a boy, I’d want to be a Monk…”
Ok,
so those weren’t her exact words, they were mine. And not that I really do want
to be a boy, or that I’m unhappy being a girl, but if I had to be a boy, I think I’d be happy as a Carthusian monk.
Have
you watched Into Great Silence? (I think
I’ve written about it before, and I would
look into it except that, in Cordon Bleu parlance, is known as “une distraction”
and as I’ve got rice on the stove, and also because I’ve burned too many pots
and pans lately, and since almost anything else is more exciting than watching
rice bubble away, the smallest, unshiny-est squirrel could distract me just
long enough for yet another pot to bubble dry so I’ll leave it with this very
long parenthetical aside and keep the research for others to do.)
So,
Into great silence. I don’t want to mislead you by calling it a movie or a
documentary. It is rather a visual meditation using the life of the monks of
the Grande Chartreuse in the French Alps.
As
a work of art Into great silence is stunning, with the backdrop of the
mountains and forests and fog and the beautiful structure of the monastery
itself. The director used no supplementary lighting, lending a gentle look to
each scene, making the aged stones and white robes beautiful and compelling in
their simplicity.
The
director, Philip Groening, waited 16 years for a reply from the monks after
asking if he could film them. I wonder if the wait influenced his approach to
the final film, because it is a quiet, unhurried glimpse at life within those
walls. The viewer, to properly appreciate it, must be as unhurried and patient
to begin to appreciate this brief experience of monastic life.
Groening
lived and filmed in the Charter House for 10 months. I’d so like to see the
footage that didn’t make it into the final cut!
As it is, I find myself wanting to direct the camera to show me what is
behind that corner, what goes on upstairs, what does the garden look like in the
summer, how exactly do they make the
Chartreuse liqueur, what are the meals like on feast days, does the Abbot meet
with other Abbots of the order, what is the training like for the novices?
(There are novitiates to the order while this was filmed. We see the monks
process the young men to their new cells… and then leave. What is it like to
suddenly be on your own like that?) oh,
and so much more! I loved seeing how
they cared for the oldest monk, watching them getting hair cuts, seeing them
skiing down the slopes in their shoes and hearing them laugh, listening in on a
conversation during one of their communal times… and especially hearing them
chant the offices.
I
know a life like theirs is a distinct and very rare vocation. Without that definite call from God, a person
would either whither into a dry husk of a person, or become bitter and
angry. Neither outcome are healthy for
the individual or the community, which is why right discernment is so
important. Still, I can’t help but think
that I’d love to have a little cell of my own (they are small but not actually
tiny, spread over two floors. One level has their work space and wood shop
(they cut and stack their own wood), and the other has their simple bed, a
prayer nook, a simple work table for studying and reading, a little table for
meals, and a wood stove. There is a
little hutch that opens to the corridor outside, through which their box
containing the daily meal is passed. Each cell opens on to a walled, individual
garden, and each monk tends his own, so he has his own patch of the outdoors
within his own walls.)
Not
every monastery has the French Alps in its backyard with the moody drifts of
fog and the gentle cling-clang of cowbells as its soundtrack. Not every monastery has such long-standing,
reassuring, and glorious architecture.
Those are all elements that draw me to this particular group of this
particular order. As for being a monk rather
than a nun, well, I’m not keen on the idea of living with only women! I’m sorry, but there it is.
I
think I might pull this out and watch it again this Friday. It’s time to go into great silence.
Thanks for writing of this (compellingly, as always). Friday would be a perfect time for this film, so I might be "joining you" by getting out my own well-loved copy.
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ReplyDeleteI was thinking the same thing. I can't watch The Passion of the Christ anymore…it's so very violent…but Into Great Silence is perfect for me. And much of what you've written has been going through my own thoughts since I watched the movie a few weeks ago. I think about it frequently. What an attractive life. Difficult, but attractive.
ReplyDeleteYes, difficult indeed. Without any extras, all they have to deal with is themselves. Gak! I've become very proficient at finding ways to not deal with myself.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you about The Passion. When it first came out, I thought I'd be watching it every Holy Week from then on, but only managed it once. I can't do it anymore. I'd like there to be an edited version - I still think it's a well-told story and many of the scenes are beautiful, but watching its entirety, I feel emotionally pummelled by the end.