Prussia wrote about high and low, if it inexorable and the beautiful, to comfort themselves with talking down the muddy, reducing the degrading and see the light. And he reached straight into the hearts of young and old.
In the sixties was “Prussia in Children’s Hour” a message that got me to run to the radio. For a child like me was Alf Prøysen a best friend, one who had something important to say.
Late seventies published Prøysens collected works. We subscribed and had readings at home; morsels and shows and verse. Also for a teenager Prøysen one who had something important to say.
Getting Dostoevsky feeling
This year continued the Norwegian Theater up Trost in taklampa . The play began and ended with a rape which Prøysens text only suggested, he wrote the hushed, and he served vigorous thoughts in låge genres, which Magne Lindholm writes. Wide hedemark dialect with distinctive words and a grammar similar to the German, making it difficult to read Prussia.
But when I read him, I get Dostoevsky feeling: The characters mingle seemingly mundane as it happens layers of drama beneath the surface .Also economic drama given space. They mean something. They differ people. In Trost in taklampa will train with two going home to the village on vacation. A welcome committee stands ready for one; poet Lund Grounded. He writes about sticking to earth. It was many years ago he was in the village recently, he will now hold lectures on the serious escape the city and how important it is to be faithful to his home village. Great people take against him and facilitates the poet should write more about that working people should remain where they belong.
The other one that came with the train, was Gunvor Smikkstugun. She left the village last year and now came home with high heels, red Trut and a suitcase full of gifts. She gave Villlage big guys fierce competition for attention, although the rank clearly below.
Worked hard – got little left
Gunvor had with him addresses, new opportunities for a job in the city. The village people worked hard and got little in return. The possibilities for a better living from working hours had still weighed against the risks of breaking away from the familiar. This gave rise tvende minds in the village.
It was here nobles settled into a wedge. They exalted poet Lund Grounded, instructed the villagers and made them suspicious that traveled. Prøysen doing comedy bizarre by letting emigrant choir singing to the village honor, and summer guests, they theoretician who thought fine thoughts and understood everything so much better, tilted his head and laughed as the simple gaze reached up to the ceiling light. The same townsfolk extolled “the original”, especially ancient artifacts that the simple village folks had. Townspeople tricked into taking things for a pittance and sold them expensive as antiques in the city. The biggest hypocrite in the play, the poet, subsisted partly by such arbitrage.
Had shoveling muck
But even if nice people laughed, was Gunvors addresses the greatest challenge to power in the village. Hjalmar shoveled manure on Smikkstad and Gunvor lid with contacts in Nail Administration. Harald searched way out by reading the driving test on their own. It touched among the villagers, and a big farmer, Smikkstad himself, needed to keep the minions in place. A new wheelbarrow to Hjalmar would do shit less burdensome to spread. And he borrowed a tractor in spring work, he had to have someone to run. Harald perhaps? The turmoil that Gunvor brought, gave rise small productivity improvements, but no way out of inferiority. There were economic restructuring, relocation and new knowledge that was way out and up.
It øvdes much resistance to restructuring from both high and low. Gunvor, Gapatrosten, she represented the possibilities, was badly treated. Gunvor known village and dribbled with both fine and coarse means, but as a young woman she was shot against the various majority constellations that arose. She was subjected to abuse, but by whom? It was probably one of Hjalmar its kind, but they were many to protect the abuser. It waged hidden kind in the village, high-low, low-low, and man against woman. Fighting went on several levels.
Difficult growth
Today increases economic inequality. With Thomas Piketty book about unequal distribution of capital is particularly top of society we are talking about. In Trost in taklampa appears we also differences further down. Prøysen demonstrates how difficult economic growth and restructuring can be when various forces, people with different starting different goals and motives clash in everyday life.
But the structural transformations, moving and knowledge retrieval, precisely what met so much friction in the village, has been a major force behind the increase in welfare in Norway. We had oil on poet Lundjordets time too, we just did not know how to get it up. We did not even about it. Had we followed Lundjordets advice, Norway would be a developing country today. Prussia had something important to say. Also for adults.
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