Portrait of the Artist as a Graying Adolescent
with Apologies to Ogden Nash
It was my father who first told me, when I was a boy as yet unschooled in biology, but curious about why the bee buzzes and the bird sings
That they all seek for one of three things.
First of course is the propensity to look out for numero uno, which biologists dignify by calling self-preservation,
And under this guise is much behavior excused, even if it doesn't earn our adulation.
(We may not be moved to tears by the heartfelt political entreaties of Ross Perot and Steven Forbes,
But at least we recognize that motives like theirs are what make the world go 'round and keep the planets in their orbs.)
Second is the desire to send copies of oneself into the world, which, when phrased thusly, seems hardly less egotistical, and yet is separately classed as the instinct for procreation.
And this we deem more worthy, perhaps because it supports such virtues as nurturance and education.
(You may wonder why parents thus moved to care for their children are so often seen beating them,
Until the famished behavior of fish and rodents reminds you to be grateful human parents are so rarely found eating them.)
Still, it is only the third motive to which we are likely to respond with praise that is wholly sincere and not facetious -
And that is the good of the whole, wide specius.
Now, the greedy pursuit of selfish pleasure has been around a long time and has led to travesty and injustice, which has inspired every religion and every moral code to counsel its eschewing;
Yet it is the yen to multiply that may be our collective undoing.
Despite the bill of goods about perpetual growth, (which we really knew better all along than to believe when they sold us) ,
It would be an unpleasant experience for us all if we should cross into that regime where the great, bountiful earth can no longer hold us.
And the very fact of our success in the evolutionary competition, in which, after four million years, we have emerged on top
Is evidence that we are better reproducers than knowers when-to-stop.
Now, given this dire situation, you and I and other quite reasonable people might be forgiven if we are sometimes tempted to try countering motivation number two with appeals to number three,
Presuming, of course, that the collective consequences of individual actions are something that everyone should be able to see.
But when we do, we come up smack against the moral relativism which, after all, our liberal mentors of a generation ago were the ones to foster
And we find ourselves regarded by our own intellectual kin as some kind of impostor.
It seems that much of our species's accumulated wisdom concerning fertility, compiled, as it was, over the eons during which our survival was a question more pressing than running out of space,
Now only compounds the greatest peril of our race.
For since the time that individuals first joined together in civilizations, the act of reproduction has been regarded not just as a right but as an obligation;
And reversing a cultural fixture with such deep roots may not be accomplished by the modest force of logic, or even our most ardent exhortation.
While moralizing, grandstanding, invoking fire and brimstone and the horsemen of the apocalypse may seem like lots of fun,
We're most effective when we appeal to number one.
All our sermons about saving the planet are received, in a pluralistic society, as just one more moral perspective, which puts us in direct competition with the Pope.
Harnessing self-interest may be our best hope.
Surely we can find ways to reward the bachelor and the spinster, adoptive parents, lesbians and gays,
Adapting the rules so that their behavior pays.
Even if we're just a wee bit disappointed that all our admonitions and grand principles, expressed in panel discussions and editorials, disseminated through phone calls, emails, digital media and fax mode,
Are reduced to suggestions about the tax code.
Still, we can hardly complain when it is objected that our hortatory deportment makes us sound like jerks,
So long as we find something else that works.
Whatever we do, we must make sure
That our policies reward moderate family size and motivate parental responsibility, but don't punish children by making them poor.
This sort of thinking has led me finally to conclude that humanity's deepest problems can only be fixed
By exploiting motivations that are mixed.
I've descended from ethereal discussions in realms both rarefied and exalted,
To a very un-sexy idea with which the population race might actually be halted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem