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So…about that famous fly at last week’s vice presidential debate. Turns out, it was simply joining a long line of illustrious Musca domestica. I know this because this summer I received a copy of Bob Hudson’s wonderful new book, The Poet and the Fly: Art, Nature, God, Mortality, and Other Elusive Mysteries (Broadleaf Press). At least one review I read didn’t love this capacious sub-title, but I became convinced that it’s extremely fitting. After all, as Hudson points out, though our “air-conditioned dens and climate-controlled offices” keep us separated from flies, “[t]hey are one of our great neglected invariables.” They’re everywhere: in the Bible, in Dante, in the work of William Blake, Emily Dickinson, Thomas Traherne, and more. And they have much to teach.

Hudson’s book, then, is a lovely and accessibly erudite meditation on the many things we can learn when a fly shows up in literature. Seriously, it’s actually quite a bit—you’ll be surprised, and, I daresay, delighted. I’m not going to spoil too much, but I’ll give you one example that I found particularly moving: Thomas Traherne’s fly.

Traherne, who has affinities with the Metaphysical poets (though also some important differences), described his fly as quite a thing of beauty: “one of those curious and high-stomached flies…whose burnished and resplendent bodies are like orient gold or polished steel…which we often see enthroned upon a leaf, having a pavement of living emerald beneath its feet, there contemplating all the World.” To think how often I’ve only been irritated. For Traherne, the fly becomes both an important testifier of the goodness and a witness to the wonder of creation. In other words, even the unwanted, troublesome fly is a gorgeous—and a worthy—example of creation. And even the fly was meant to luxuriate in the “living emerald beneath its feet.” To allow ourselves to be astonished at the fly is to be mindful of that ever-insistent call to paying attention; the irony is that focus on even the smallest detail, the tiniest creature shows only more of the plentitude of God.

And there’s more. Hudson reminds readers that

“Each of us, in a sense is Traherne’s fly. Each breathing, sentient, pulsating life rivals in magnificence all the galaxies, nebulae, red dwarfs, black holes, and dark matter that exist, for existence itself is the profoundest mystery and the most incomprehensible miracle of all.”

What might change if we saw ourselves and others and every living thing that way?

Last week, Louise Glück won the Nobel Prize in Literature “for her unmistakable poetic voice that with austere beauty makes individual existence universal.” Perhaps you’ve never read any of Louise Glück’s work. Or perhaps you have but wouldn’t mind a reminder of it today. Here’s one of my favorites: our great responsibilities within this world of “profoundest mystery and…incomprehensible miracle.”

Vespers [In your extended absence, you permit me]
By Louise Glück
In your extended absence, you permit me
use of earth, anticipating
some return on investment. I must report
failure in my assignment, principally
regarding the tomato plants.
I think I should not be encouraged to grow
tomatoes. Or, if I am, you should withhold
the heavy rains, the cold nights that come
so often here, while other regions get
twelve weeks of summer. All this
belongs to you: on the other hand,
I planted the seeds, I watched the first shoots
like wings tearing the soil, and it was my heart
broken by the blight, the black spot so quickly
multiplying in the rows. I doubt
you have a heart, in our understanding of
that term. You who do not discriminate
between the dead and the living, who are, in consequence,
immune to foreshadowing, you may not know
how much terror we bear, the spotted leaf,
the red leaves of the maple falling
even in August, in early darkness: I am responsible
for these vines.

Louise Glück, “Vespers” [“In your extended absence, you permit me”] from The Wild Iris (The Ecco Press, 1992)

Jennifer L. Holberg

I am professor and chair of the Calvin University English department, where I have taught a range of courses in literature and composition since 1998. An Army brat, I have come to love my adopted hometown of Grand Rapids, Michigan. Along with my wonderful colleague, Jane Zwart, I am the co-director of the Calvin Center for Faith and Writing, which is the home of the Festival of Faith and Writing as well as a number of other exciting endeavors. Given my interest in teaching, I’m also the founding co-editor of the Duke University Press journal Pedagogy: Critical Approaches to Teaching Literature, Language, Composition and Culture. My book, Nourishing Narratives: The Power of Story to Shape Our Faith, was published in July 2023 by Intervarsity Press.


  • Debra K Rienstra says:

    Literary flies! Love it!

  • Helen P says:

    All I could think about as I read this Jennifer were the flies seen in many fine art pieces where trompe l’oeil is being utilized…like “The Carthusian” where the fly is crawling along the edge of the frame of the painting. Though I may giggle when I notice one in a painting it always triggers a memory of times when I have been pestered by them.
    No matter the heights we rise to there may always be flies who remind us of our mortality.

  • Leanne Van Dyk says:

    Oh the delight – on an ordinary Wednesday evening – of reading Holberg, Gluck, and learning of Bob Hudson! The chicken and olive braise is bubbling away and I feel positively _elect_ ! Thank you, Jennifer!

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