Saturday, November 30, 2013

The Good Samaritan lesson --- still valid 2000 years later


Members of a Mormon congregation in a Salt Lake City suburb encountered someone they thought was a homeless man at church on Sunday. What they did not know was the man was a bishop for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  At least five people asked David Musselman to leave the church property in Taylorsville, some gave him money and most were indifferent.

Software upgrade …

… Computer Scientist David Gelernter: Making Computers More Intuitive - WSJ.com. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

His own approach to technology, he says, is a long way from that of his father, who was one of the inventors of artificial intelligence and loved to solve difficult computing problems. The younger Gelernter just wanted technology to work. At Yale, he got a bachelor's degree and a master's in classical Hebrew.

A new ugliness …

… Bryan Appleyard — A Trivial Post About Ryan Giggs. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Photoshopped hyper-realism looks anything but realistic because that is not how our eyes see things, but I suppose people think it is how they should see things.

A thought for today …

Political correctness does not legislate tolerance; it only organizes hatred.
— Jacques Barzun, born on this date in 1907

Friday, November 29, 2013

Predictable …

… ‘100 Poems - Old and New,’ by Rudyard Kipling - NYTimes.com. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The trouble with Kipling is deeper than politics. The sympathetic eye and rough grace of his stories cannot distract from the vulgarity of the poems or his now mortifying views of empire.
Poor Kipling. He couldn't help being alive decades before he could share William Logan's enlightened view of everything.

A thought for today …


Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.
— C. S. Lewis, born on this date in 1898

On behalf of McKeesport …

… Beyond the Mon Valley.

… if you have heard of it, I would be astonished.


As far as I can tell, no one of note every came from McKeesport. Well, perhaps someone will step up to correct that statement.

Not only have I heard of it, but I heard of it because I know someone from there: the great concert pianist Byron Janis, who was born there in 1928.


A thought for today …

Many of our newly smart would rather be found murdering their children than being kind to their parents. They would prefer to be damned for rudeness than to be snickered at for courtesy.
— Irwin Edman, born on this date in 1896

Bruno Schulz


The work of Bruno Schulz reminded me of several authors - all of them Jewish: for its distinctly 'European' qualities, I thought of Joseph Roth; for its command of language, I thought of Stefan Zweig; and for its mysticism, I actually thought of Kafka. 

The Street of Crocodiles - the collection of Schulz's stories which I've recently finished - is a complicated thing: for every paragraph that mirrors the realities of provincial Poland, there's another that breaks free of that reality, following a path toward two extremes: solitude and fantasy. 

That, it seems, is where Schulz made his mark: between the loneliness of intellectualism, and the fantastic, frenetic qualities of a father come undone, a society on the verge of catastrophe wrapped up as military conflict. 

Schulz perished amidst that catastrophe, executed in 1942 by SS troops stationed in his native Galicia. His life, like his literary remains, ranks among the most opaque of modern authors. He's a ghost: a ghost enmeshed in tragedy. 

That tragedy is a part of The Street of Crocodiles, a book that contains moments of sheer artistic wonder. But it's also an unfinished work: one that hints - cruelly - at that which Schulz was capable, both in terms of style and voice.

Reading Schulz made me appreciate all the more Cynthia Ozick, whose Messiah of Stockholm attempts to uncover what was lost when Schulz met his end. Her book, like The Street of Crocodiles, assigns meaning to those dark days.


Mary Renault’s chariot of ire | TLSlayers of attraction …

… Mary Renault’s chariot of ire | TLS. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

This all seems far more complicated than any relationship I've ever been in.

The Pope Speaks! And Dreams ...

Dreams can be powerful things, especially when articulated by leaders with the realistic capacity to translate them into action. That was the case 50 years ago with Martin Luther King Jr.'s famous "I Have a Dream" speech, and it also seems to be the ambition of Pope Francis' bold new apostolic exhortation, "The Joy of the Gospel."
In effect, the 224-page document, titled in Latin Evangelii Gaudium and released by the Vatican Tuesday, is a vision statement about the kind of community Francis wants Catholicism to be: more missionary, more merciful, and with the courage to change.
Francis opens with a dream.
...
At another point, Francis insists that "the church is not a tollhouse." Instead, he says, "it is the house of the Father, where there is a place for everyone." At another point, he quips that "the confessional must not be a torture chamber," but rather "an encounter with the Lord's mercy which spurs us to on to do our best."

A thought for today …

God doesn't believe in the easy way.
— James Agee, born on this date in 1909

Cosmic Habituation and the Decline Effect …

… Most scientists believe in man-made global warming. Here's a new reason why they may be wrong – Telegraph Blogs. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

… In all manner of disciplines – from  zoology to psychology – scientific truths are losing their truthfulness: the more tests are done to prove the validity of accepted theories, the less impressive the results. Sometimes, as with the evolutionary advantage of physiological symmetry, the accepted scientific truth almost vanishes into nothing.

For Our American Shoppers ...

When shoppers head out in search of Black Friday bargains this week, they won't just be going to the mall, they'll be witnessing retail theater. Stores will be pulling out the stops on deep discounts aimed at drawing customers into stores. But retail-industry veterans acknowledge that, in many cases, those bargains will be a carefully engineered illusion

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Newspaper Editors: Getting it right for over 150 years ...

The author of the thumbs-down review was Oramel Barrett, editor of what was then called the Daily Patriot and Union. He was my great-great-grandfather.
The “few appropriate remarks” President Abraham Lincoln was invited to deliver at the dedication of a national cemetery in Gettysburg are remembered today as a masterpiece of political oratory. But that’s not how Oramel viewed them back in 1863.
“We pass over the silly remarks of the President,” he wrote in his newspaper. “For the credit of the nation, we are willing that the veil of oblivion shall be dropped over them and that they shall no more be repeated or thought of.”

Is Hell Empty?

In his book Dare We Hope “That all Men be Saved”? Balthasar draws attention to two series of passages in the New Testament that pertain to judgment and damnation. The first series speaks of individuals being condemned to eternal torment. Those who have rejected Christ are accountable for their actions and they will be cast into “the outer darkness,” or “the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels” (Mt 25:30ff.; see also Mt 5:22,29; 8:12; 10:28; 2 Pet 2:4-10; 3:7; Rev 19:20f.). The second series of texts speaks of God’s desire, and ability, to save all mankind. “God our Savior...desires all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth” (1 Tim 2:4). Anticipating his suffering and death, Jesus proclaims, “Now is the judgment of this world,...when I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw all men to myself” (Jn 12:31). “God has consigned all men to disobedience that he may have mercy upon all” (Rom 11:32; see also 2 Pet 3:9; Titus 2:11; Rom 5:14-21; Eph 1:10; Col 1:20).

A thought for today …


What most experimenters take for granted before they begin their experiments is infinitely more interesting than any results to which their experiments lead.
— Norbert Wiener, born on this date in 1894

Kevin Barry, 2013 IMPAC Winner

I think fiction is superior. You can’t lie in fiction. Your soul is there, pinned and wriggling on the page. You can lie much easier in nonfiction. Every single sentence in a short story is bearing weight, and for that reason most go wrong on me.

Get out the bank book ...

THE first English-language book printed in the New World is scheduled to be auctioned on Tuesday by Sotheby’s of New York. It’s expected to command between $15 million and $30 million — more than anyone, anywhere, has ever paid for a printed book.

Hindsight …

… Time Crystals.

This essay of mine was listed in The Best American Essays of 2013 as a notable essay of 2012. It was published in Boulevard and is now on the website. Click on the link to read other selections. Lots of good stuff there.

A thought for today …


Few people have ever seriously wished to be exclusively rational. The good life which most desire is a life warmed by passions and touched with that ceremonial grace which is impossible without some affectionate loyalty to traditional form and ceremonies.
— Joseph Wood Krutch, born on this date in 1893

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Regrets, I've had a few ...


Q & A …

… The Story of 'S': Talking with J. J. Abrams and Doug Dorst : The New Yorker. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

To solve the book’s central mystery—who is V. M. Straka, really, and what does he have to do with Eric’s sinister dissertation advisor?—you have to read not just “Ship of Theseus,” but all of Jen and Eric’s handwritten notes. The book is so perfectly realized that it’s easy to fall under its spell. The other morning, I was so engrossed in a letter from Jen that I missed my subway stop. (The letter, handwritten on Pollard State University Library stationery, marked a turning point in Eric and Jen’s flirty, romantic relationship.)

The ineluctable …

… All The Selves We Have Been by Lynne Segal - Guernica / A Magazine of Art & Politics. (Hat tip, Lee Lowe.)

As we age, changing year on year, we also retain, in one manifestation or another, traces of all the selves we have been, creating a type of temporal vertigo and rendering us psychically, in one sense, all ages and no age. “All ages and no age” is an expression once used by the psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott to describe the wayward temporality of psychic life, writing of his sense of the multiple ages he could detect in those patients once arriving to lie on the couch at his clinic in Hampstead in London. Thus the older we are the more we encounter the world through complex layerings of identity, attempting to negotiate the shifting present while grappling with the disconcerting images of the old thrust so intrusively upon us. “Live in the layers, / not on the litter,” the North American poet, Stanley Kunitz, wrote in one of his beautiful poems penned in his seventies.
I also some thoughts on aging recently: Watching the passing scene 

Her own woman …

… Doris Lessing & the Left | RealClearPolitics.


In 2001, speaking at the Edinburgh Book festival, Lessing caused shock waves with a blistering indictment of the “rubbishing of men which is now so part of our culture that it is hardly even noticed,” including boy-bashing in schools. (She recounted sitting in on a class in which the teacher blamed all wars on male violence while “the little boys sat there crumpled, apologising for their existence.”) Pulling no punches, Lessing declared, “The most stupid, ill-educated and nasty woman can rubbish the nicest, kindest and most intelligent man and no one protests. Men seem to be so cowed that they can't fight back, and it is time they did.”

A thought for today …


We feel and know that we are eternal.
— Baruch Spinoza, born on this date in 1632

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Land of Milk and Honey and Wine ...

Archaeologists say they have discovered a 3,700-year-old wine cellar in Israel, a finding that offers insights into the early roots of winemaking....
The oldest known wine cellar held about 700 jars and was uncovered in the tomb of Pharaoh Scorpion I in Egypt, which dates to about 3,000 B.C. But there were no wild grapes in Egypt, so where did the Egyptians get their wine? Scientists say they probably imported it from the Canaanites, a claim bolstered by the recent find.

Encountering poetry …

… Points of Entry - NYTimes.com. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The first thing to note about the wrangling over accessibility is that it encompasses an array of anxieties, some of them self-contradictory and most of them unimportant. Often it’s just a proxy for a centuries-old squabble between people who like their poems plain-looking and people who like them a little more rococo. Because both styles can be immediately appealing to readers, it’s not clear what access has to do with any of this. Further, arguments over accessibility typically fail to reckon with the fact that almost everyone in the American poetry world works in the university system, which is essentially a multibillion-dollar access-­granting machine. If you spend your life talking about “Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction” in front of bored 19-year-olds, then you are poorly positioned to argue that the experience of poetry is, or should be, beyond the reach of general readers. If poems were cookies, you’d be a Keebler elf.

A thought for today …

Reality is the most effective mask of reality. Our fondest wish, attained, ceases to be our fondest wish. Success is the greatest of disappointments. The spirit is most alive when it is lost. 
— Guy Davenport, born on this date in 1927

Uncritical reverence …

… Malcolm Gladwells David and Goliath Fairy Tales | New Republic. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Perhaps this deference to academic authority reveals an underlying lack of intellectual self-confidence in the famously breezy writer. More likely it reflects his unthinking adherence to the idea that science can enable us somehow to transcend the dilemmas of morality and history. For it is not simply that Gladwell appeals to psychology and sociology as sources of intellectual authority. Along with many of those who promote them today, he believes that these disciplines can provide practical guidance—not just policy proposals, but wisdom for living. Psychology and sociology can turn the sayings and parables of less enlightened times into an expanding body of knowledge. Quantitative reason can take over from the fumbling human imagination.

Poetry as a spiritual guide …

… The Spiritual Autobiography of Christian Wiman - The Chronicle Review - The Chronicle of Higher Education. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

What I love in Wiman is the way he reads poems as urgent messages in a bottle, weaving their texts into his evolving consciousness, his sad personal story, linking his language with theirs, showing us clearly and definitively what Dr. Johnson, the great English critic, meant when he said: "The only end of writing is to enable the readers better to enjoy life, or better to endure it."

A thought for today …


Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.
—Andre Gide, born on this date in 1869

Poetry and identity …

… The Body of the Poem: On Transgender Poetry |.(hat tip Dave Lull.)

I hunk they key question is does the poem work as a poem.

E pluribus unum

… Enlightened blogging? Gilbert White’s Natural History of Selborne | OUPblog. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The use of bite-sized pieces of information and opinion in White’s Natural History of Selborne reminds us that many of our prejudices concerning the development of mental habits derive from nineteenth-century views about individual endeavour and originality. But sustained solitary study and hard work were not valued as signs of good character until the Victorian period. In the eighteenth century, sociability was considered the most important attribute. 

A thought for today …

Belief must be something different from a mixture of opinions about God and the world, and of precepts for one life or for two. Piety cannot be an instinct craving for a mess of metaphysical and ethical crumbs.
— Friedrich Schleiermacher, born on this date in 1768

Ok, a FOURTH one? This is getting silly ...

The ancient genomes, one from a Neanderthal and one from a different archaic human group, the Denisovans, were presented on 18 November at a meeting at the Royal Society in London. They suggest that interbreeding went on between the members of several ancient human-like groups living in Europe and Asia more than 30,000 years ago, including an as-yet unknown human ancestor from Asia.

More punk …


The drummer is Gwen's daughter Sophie.

You tell 'em, kid …



(Hat tip, Debbie McCaffrey Wilson.)

Songs and scandal …

… Bryan Appleyard — Profumo: Never the End of the Affair. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Boy, I remember that one. It was big news over here, too.

To be precise, TNR …

… Ugly, Hateful Bias from the Mainstream Press | The Weiler Psi. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Predictably, the New Republic got creamed in the comment section of the article.  Most readers recognized what the editors hadn’t: that this was just a hit piece.  It was the sort of drivel that should have stayed on Coyne’s blog, where he preaches to the skeptical choir.

I would call it credulous choir. These people are more sure about everything than the rest of are about anything.

TDOR ...

Today is the Transgender Day of Remembrance...For all my "normal" friends, this is a day when trans people mourn the losses from this horrendous "condition"... we are fearfully and wonderfully made indeed, but sometimes I wonder...My God My God why have you foresaken me?

Proof and faith …

… Only God Knows . (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

If God could be found at the end of a logical proof, then finding God would be like finding a solution to a math problem or surmising a previously unknown planet by the laws of physics. It is only in the failure of the religious proofs to function in the way other proofs do that we learn something about the meaning of the word “God.”

Things falling apart …

… Surroundings: A Few Thoughts on 'Beyond the Alps' by Robert Lowell. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Carl Jung, of course, considered the dogma of the Assumption the most important religious proclamation of the 20th century.

A thought for today …


That this individual life of all of us is not something limited in its temporal expression to the life that now we experience, follows from the very fact that here nothing final or individual is found expressed.
— Josiah Royce, born on this date in 1855

I really mostly try to keep political stuff out ...

because it is absurd and often tedious.  But then again to have these two stories, and their simultaneous timing:

DHS Still Hasn't Fired Black Supremacist Who Called for Mass Murder of Whites ... The black-nationalist Department of Homeland Security employee who was placed on leave almost four months ago for running a website that espouses the mass murder of whites has still not been fired, an agency spokesperson told National Journal.
Ohio court upholds firing in school Bible case ... Ohio's highest court says a school district was legally justified in firing a science teacher who refused orders to remove classroom displays of religious materials.

A thought for today …

We know nothing of the ultimate realities of our existence, nor shall we ever know anything.
—Lev Shestov, who died on this date in 1938

William S. Burroughs


Wow, that was one bad book. 

I'm not sure whether I missed something here, but Naked Lunch struck me as almost entirely incoherent: here's a book that lacks even most the most basic narrative structure, even the most cursory attempt at character development.   

And I think what I disliked most about Burroughs's work is that is draws immediate comparisons (I guess) with Henry Miller's Tropics. But of course, those works are so much better, and far more transcendent. 

Don't get me wrong, there were moments when Burroughs constructs some hulking sentences - full of muscle and life: "An elderly gourmet with the insane bloodshot eyes of a mandrill is fashioning a hangman's knot with a red velvet curtain cord." That's good.

...But the rest was a daze. Nothing compared with Tropics, and nothing, I don't think, compared with Kerouac's Subterraneans, which is actually a pretty good book. Certainly my favorite among the Beat authors.

Burroughs does explain himself a bit toward the end of Naked Lunch when he argues that the writer can only express "what is in front of his senses"; he functions, in effect, as a "recording" instrument for what's around him. Burroughs has no particular concern for "story, plot, or continuity." Instead, he's a sponge for experience: but again, with no obligation to give that experience shape or definition. 

That is where I think Burroughs is wrong: authors can be as experimental as they like. But to endow their work with meaning, it must adhere to some semblance of form. And more: to some internal dialectic that builds on itself to the point of coherence. 

Burroughs's work does neither, and the result is a book with an interesting premise that fails to deliver on its lofty ambitions. It's a book that shows, in the end, how devastating, and complex, and bewildering, addiction must be. 


Atheists Get Sweaty ...

When you get anxious or emotionally aroused, you sweat. Not a lot, but enough to be detected using electrodes on the finger tips.
And it turns out that if you take a bunch of atheists, and get them to dare god to do horrible things, they get sweaty.

Uh-oh …

… The Decline of Wikipedia: Even As More People Than Ever Rely on It, Fewer People Create It | MIT Technology Review.

The loose collective running the site today, estimated to be 90 percent male, operates a crushing bureaucracy with an often abrasive atmosphere that deters newcomers who might increase participation in Wikipedia and broaden its coverage.

Professional …

… I'm a Hack Writer Who Writes 5000 Words/Day for $20/Hour | The Billfold. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Somerset Maugham said that one cannot write well unless one writes much.

A thought for today …

The poet knows himself only on the condition that things resound in him, and that in him, at a single awakening, they and he come forth together out of sleep.

— Jacques Maritain, born on this date in 1882

Sunday, November 17, 2013

FYI …

… Defending the Humanities: Practical Value | Talking Philosophy. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The principal value of the humanities is that they enrich one's life.

A thought for today …


I think that everything you do helps you to write if you're a writer. Adversity and success both contribute largely to making you what you are. If you don't experience either one of those, you're being deprived of something.
— Shelby Foote, born on this date in 1916

Testing for the Afterlife ...

I should confess that, unlike Stevenson, who made no secret of his lifelong belief in the supernatural, I’m a sceptic. In fact that’s probably putting it too mildly.

A thought for today …

Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.
— Alan Watts, who died on this date in 1973

Time out for punk …

… Saint Ripper Boston | MUSICVIDSPICS.

Over the weekend I drove up to Boston with Wendy Emery, who is my stepdaughter Gwen's oldest friend — they've known each other since they were toddlers — making Wendy my honorary stepdaughter. Anyway, Gwen, her husband Chris, Wendy, and I went to the splendid Sargent exhibition at the MFA, and then had dinner with Gwen and Chris's twin daughters. Sophie, who was sitting next to me, was somewhat taken aback that I knew the 80s band Flux of Pink Indians. I have one their 45s, in fact.
This link to her sister Emma's band Saint Ripper.

Today is a sad day of thundering stillness ...

a sad anniversary day of a death, and so I try to remember the good days....


  One morning I had a business meeting and had spent a few extra minutes getting ready. The meeting went well and on the way back I figured what the heck and went to my dad’s office. Even though he’s 87(!) he’s still working –- old lawyers don’t die they just … whatever …

He hadn’t seen me as me. I’ve kept it as low key as possible till now, when we did see it each other at family gatherings and the like. Still the past few years were tough ones between us (him and my mom, and me) because they didn’t quite understand this, didn’t quite understand me, and some harsh things have been said by me and by them.

But time is going and I am me.

He opened the door to his office, and smiled when he saw me. And I had hope. And then we sat and talked for a while, which with my dad means he says 95% of stuff and I try to say something more than 5%, but that was okay too, cause that is the way it’s been. And he said some good things about me, and they were nice to hear. There was peace.

I left after a little bit and started going to where I had to go but then I figured their house isn’t too far away, and mom was probably home…so I stopped there too. And she came to the door and smiled too when she saw me and she said good things too. But she was looking at me up and down and her expression was slowly changing as we talked. Uh-oh, I figured, I better get out quick, before all the good feelings evaporate.

“All right, mom, I’ve got to go. Thanks.”

“But wait, Joey (!) wait.” And her look wasn’t all that good now and I braced myself for what was coming. Because they are too old -- too set -- to really figure this out. And the strict Catholic background we had been raised in, with priests and nuns in our family, Eastern Rite Catholicism whose main tenet was above all else, suffer, God put us on earth to suffer, was about to come forth.

But I waited anyway.

And she said,

“Joey, don’t you think your skirt is a little too short?"

And I smiled, incredibly happily, said something appropriate and calming, and left.

Government Kills

Though Dallas Buyers Club was largely non-political, the story revealed a libertarian bent. Woodroof initially told the doctors at Mercy that the recreational drugs he used were none of their business, and to a federal regulator killing the dying through its obnoxious efforts to limit the ability of people to save their own lives, Woodroof railed “Screw the FDA.” Woodroof knew of what he spoke.
Indeed, as Vass made plain to him, the AZT permitted by a witless FDA was going to kill the small number of patients ‘lucky’ enough to be victimized by a federal bureaucracy totally unequal to a disease it didn’t understand. Government kills even when it’s not trying to.

Getting his due …

… Herodotus, the Homer of European prose | TLS. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

This is a twenty-first-century Herodotus. It is a Herodotus whose tongue is often in his cheek: the conflict between Greeks and Persians began long ago with “a bout of competitive princess-rustling”. It is a Herodotus who can speak directly to modern capitalism: the Phoenicians “began investing heavily in the long-distance shipping business”, exporting goods “to a wide variety of markets”. Arion, the travelling poet, “raked in an absolute fortune”. It is a Herodotus who knows the language in which powerful men are described today: Peisistratus the tyrant was attended by a retinue of “heavies”. Cyrus is described as “eye-balling” Croesus from his rival camp.

A thought for today …

Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.

— Franklin P. Adams, born on this date in 1881

"Wait...you killed it?"

In 2006, climate change experts from Bangor University in north Wales found a very special clam while dredging the seabeds of Iceland. At that time scientists counted the rings on the inside shell to determine that the clam was the ripe old age of 405. Unfortunately, by opening the clam which scientists refer to as "Ming," they killed it instantly.
Cut to 2013, researchers have determined that the original calculations of Ming's age were wrong, and that the now deceased clam was actually 102 years older than originally thought. Ming was 507 years old at the time of its demise.

Pretty good list …

… Martin Scorsese names his scariest films of all time | Film | theguardian.com. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

I think The Shining is risible, and I didn't much like The Exorcist. The Uninvited is great, and so is The Haunting.

Angst for dummies …

… Francis Bacon Breaks Art Auction Record | New Republic. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

There is nothing surprising about an artist feeling like a romantic outlaw, and Bacon and his supporters can cite a long tradition of more-or-less alienated creators, winding back to Caravaggio, who actually killed somebody. The trouble with Bacon is that he has not attached himself to a tradition of picture-making but to a tradition of attitudinizing. In this wrongheaded tradition, Caravaggio is admired not because he was a good painter but because he was a bad boy—which is a pretty accurate characterization of the career of Francis Bacon, too. This is not to say that artists are under any obligation to be conventionally respectable members of society. The fact is that an artist's outward behavior has no fixed relationship to the development or the value of his or her work. But to accept this fact, which really ought to be self-evident, one must accept also the freestanding value of art, an idea that today is devalued when it is not entirely rejected. The Bacon mystique is not grounded in his paintings so much as in a glamorous list of extenuating circumstances.

In case you wondered …

… “Whitman is as unacquainted with art as a hog is with mathematics;” Or, Why Critics Should Write Negative Reviews | The American Conservative.

If a book is really bad, it deserves a correspondingly negative review. I don't like reading bad books, and I see no reason why I shouldn't make that dislike plain to the reader of my review.