… The Poetry Daily Critique: "Academe Quits Me" by D.G. Myers.
Dave drew my attention to the comment by David X. Novak, with its reference to "the pithy quote by Frank Wilson about whom I know nothing." It's somehow especially gratifying to see the remark making its own way on its own terms without being attached to my identity. The great Anonymous would surely agree.
… But would they really be cities? — Happier Cities, Happier Lives?
Obviously, the governing factions in any city determine to a large extent the kind of place it is. But, Baron Haussmann's glorious work notwithstanding, the really great cities — Elizabethan London or Victorian London, New York City in the '50s — always have a prominent dimension of improvisation and decay. Nowadays, grunginess seems just another bourgeois affectation.
… The mystery of the gaze: On Having Faces.
It is through our eyes that our souls are said to be open to others. Not a few sentimental songs speak of looking lovingly into the eyes of the beloved. Yet, Walker Percy wondered, in Lost in the Cosmos: “Why is it that we cannot gaze into the eyes of another for more than a few seconds without looking away?” I have often thought some connection existed between this observation and the oft-mentioned hope in Scripture of seeing God “face-to-face.” Surely no “few second” rule exists here!I think that Till We Have Faces is Lewis's masterpiece.
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