Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Bloomsday...
The world stage ...
Why do we assume that reality is best explained in terms of its ingredients? Bread is made from flour, water and yeast, but that is far from being the whole story of the warm, fragrant loaf one slices and slathers with butter. An analysis of ink and paper will tell you nothing about Bleak House or any other book. Nor will the carpentry of the Globe reveal anything about Richard II. Knowledge of the phone tells you nothing of the message your girlfriend left on your answering machine.
Ancient peoples did not personify the wind and the rain, the sea and the sky. Rather they experienced — as so-called primitive peoples still do — the world as a place inhabited by beings with personalities. We like to regard pre-Socratic philosophers like Thales and Heraclitus as proto-scientists, but anyone who has read the latter’s Fragments knows that he has more in common with Lao-tse than with Galileo. Earth, air, fire and water, I suspect, were not thought of as one or another primary substance of being but rather as apt ultimate metaphors of being.
C.S. Lewis, before he became a Christian, thought that myths were “lies breathed through silver.” His friend J.R.R. Tolkien disagreed completely. To him, myths were true: “Just as language is invention about objects and ideas, so myth is invention about truth.”
The pre-Socratics were engaged not in science, or even philosophy, but in a mythopoesis grounded in an essentially personalist view of reality. Science is less at odds with religion than it is with this pre-scientific personalism (though religion itself, in its tendency to legalism and doctrinal rigidity, can also be at odds with it).
Mythopoesis approaches reality from the other end, as it were, not in terms of ingredients or instruments, but in terms of product and message. In other words, it sees reality as a cosmic drama. In this excellent post, Mark Vernon says that “the problem for Christianity is that it is so tied to the person of Jesus.” This is so if you regard the “history” in the Gospels from a strictly positivist angle, but not if it is “true myth.”
As the poet Muriel Rukeyser (who knew a bit about science - she wrote a biography of J. Willard Gibbs) put it: "The world is made of stories, not of atoms."
Here is something else that touches on metaphor:
Today's must read ...
I have myself been seriously thinking that less may definitely be more when it comes to blogging, if only because more time spent on one good is time better spent on a clutch of routine posts.
Elite ...
Elite colleges and universities are to education what corporations are to free enterprise.
The original post-modernist ...
The value of blogging ...
Always welcome ...
How I wish Bryan could have sat on my front step with me tonight talking with Diane, my neighbor across the street.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
But willl bloggers care?
In the meantime, take a look at this: Irony Alert: AP Attacks Blogs for Quoting Their Stories, Then Quotes Even More Extensively from Blogs. (Via Instapundit.)
Hmmm ...
If behavior brings about genetic changes, would those changes be heritable? And if so, would that not be the inheritance of acquired characteristics? And if those changes were brought about intentionally, they would, ipso facto, not be brought about randomly, right?
I mean, I thought evolution was random, purposeless, and that the inheritance of acquired characteristics was Lamarckism.
Update: Do read Jeff Mauvais's comments attached to this post. I am lucky to have such well-informed readers. Reuters needs someone like Jeff to edit a story like this.
Are you a Beatnik?
Of course, being a Beatnik is different from being Beat.
From Bill Peschel ...
I should have been linking to this on a daily basis. Bill is to be congratulated on a well-nigh perfect blog feature.
I also note that Dorothy Richardson also died on this date. I seem to recall that Powys was an admirer of her work.
Mark Doty ...
... and interviewed by Bob Hoover: Author Doty indulges passion for poetry, prose.
Monday, June 16, 2008
I should have linked to this earlier ...
So today is Torgny Lindgren's birthday. If you haven't read, trust me: You should.
We link to this ...
"The dog's annual expenses are around $190,000 ..." What does this dog do?
I don't understand ...
Update: Who Still Dies of AIDS, and Why. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
Post bumped up.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Hip Old Tory ...
Today's Inquirer reviews ...
... Carlin Romano looks at Ann Hood's Grief: An eloquent lament for a lost child.
... Carlin also visited the Philadelphia Writers Conference recently: On writing well and having fun.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Restoration ...
I do think McDowell deserves great credit for saving the novel in the first place. It's always easy to second-guess an editor.
Now this is worrisome ...
I think the solution to this is just a little discipline. As I have pointed out in some talks I've given, I have always read a lot of books, but never more than when I became a book review editor. The effect of that on me was that I largely lost the capacity to enjoy purely passive entertainment. I simply can't watch most TV programs. Movies have to grab me quickly or else I'll get bored and wish I were home reading. (I would have walked out of Reprise yesterday afternoon if I had realized Debbie found it as tedious as I did.) TV news shows - and, alas, newspapers - fail to hold my interest also because - thanks to the web, actually - I know how selective and tendentious their reports have become. Sometimes, when I'm reading, I make a mental note to look up something on the web, and sometimes I will even interrupt my reading to do that, but for the most part deep reading remains for me the welcome counterbalance to sitting in front of the computer. So I would say, if you have Mr. Carr's problem, make yourself sit and read a book every day for a specified period. Once the habit takes hold again, it will stay.
An answer to James Wood ...
Delicious irony ...
Friday, June 13, 2008
The poetry of song ...
I beg to differ ..
And that's it for blogging today. Back tomorrow.
In praise of ...
In terms of his ability to portray fictionally how real people actually live and feel, Marquand at least approaches greatness.
Worth pondering ...
I think there are sound observations (though I can't help cringing at a term like "proletarian" - it seems so dated) here. Ginsberg was a poor choice to make the face of the Beats. And Jack did find fame strangling. Worse, nobody seemed to understand that he loved America.
True classic beauty and Keats ...
I continue to be amazed at how much Nige and I think and feel alike about so much.
Haruspicate and scry ...
Well, newspapers do spend a lot of space pondering what's going to happen.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
I am ashamed to admit ...
Tell us what you really think ...
Lager made flesh. Wonderful.
Brother to brother ...
I can't quite I don't read newspapers anymore, but I read very little of them. And I hardly ever watch anything on TV. The only thing I listen to on the radio is opera or classical music. Hell for me is talk radio - any talk radio, with Prairie Home Companion being an especially awful circle therein.
Free for all
Spasmodically brilliant ...
Absent the celebrity, would that be enough to get him a show?