Saturday, September 02, 2023
Something to think on …
Friday, September 01, 2023
A poem …
… written by my daughter, Jennifer Knox.
Summer Lightning
What were you doing when the lightning came,
When the world fairly glistened with fireflies?
And then there was thunder, like God at the door.
Your heart did not stop, though maybe it tried.
And what were you doing when the lightning came?
Thoughts of my true-love, a flash of his eyes.
And then came the thunder to snuff us like ants,
Come to your senses, this lady-bug flies!
And what were you doing when the lightning came,
To shatter the glass of the jewel-cleaved sky?
A heartbeat, a heartbeat, then thunder came.
My children lay sleeping, and never a cry.
By light of lightning my lover I see
A pause, then thunder; he's crying for me
This is wonderful …
… My Summer With Leo Tolstoy. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
… At some point I understood I hadn’t made a commitment of time but entered a world. It is about life—parties and gossip and thwarted elopements in the night, religious faith and class differences and society, men and women and personal dreams and private shames. It is about military strategy, politics and the nature of court life, a world that exists whether the court is that of Czar Alexander in 1812, or the White House or a governor’s office today. And of course it is about the Napoleonic wars, and Russia’s triumph after Napoleon’s invasion.
Something to think on …
Thursday, August 31, 2023
City life …
Have a look …
For those who believe and those who don’t …
Espaillat’s precision with regard to language exists to show language’s limits. This is the revelation she offers for religious readers: spiritual truth is not, at the end of the day, reducible to language.
But Espaillat has a revelation for agnostic readers as well.
Something to think on …
Wednesday, August 30, 2023
Poem …
Discernment
Amid the darkness place the sun,
That veteran god, from deepest night
Evoking brightest day. Make plain
Imagination’s gestures are
But acts of faith, and loss of faith
An absence of imagination.
Merely perceiving misperceives:
We must invite what our eye bears —
Sunflower, catbird, passing cloud —
Into the tabernacle of the heart,
There where the lamp of vision flares.
I think the God hypothesis is sounder …
In case you wondered …
This isn’t rocket surgery. Some of the biggest box office successes — including the original “Star Wars” — were shot on budgets that wouldn’t even pay the caterering crew on “Thor: Love and Thunder.” While there’s still plenty of room for big-budget summer blockbusters, regularly spending $200 million or more on things like a Snow White reboot that can’t afford more than one dwarf is a bit much.
Much in what he says …
People seem to figure out all the ways they can be oppressed, all the ways they can be victimized, just so they can have some kind of status.
Once upon a time, a guy cams walking toward me opening a switchblade. I positioned my walking stick (it used to be a fashion statement, but now is a utility) in a way that caused him to pause. I said to him — yes, really — “Go ahead, make my day,” That’s when he realized I was planning to take out one of his eyes. If you’re coming at me with a knife, I have no reason to be nice to you. He folded up the knife, turned around, and walked away.
Talk about nuts …
Annotated Joyce …
One of the great values of this huge book, two and a half times the length of Ulysses itself, is to interrogate this idea. In the introduction, the authors quote Stephen Dedalus in the Scylla and Charybdis episode: ‘A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are portals of discovery.’ But only half this last sentence is true. Joyce’s errors in Ulysses were not volitional or even versions of his unconscious; he would have corrected them had he known of them.
Something to think on …
Something to think on …
Fairy tale opera …
“This is a fairy tale that is both archetypal and unfamiliar,” said Gioia. “It’s about an old king who has to pick an heir. In the original Grimm story, he has three sons; our version has three daughters. One daughter is very domineering, one is extravagant, and the youngest is a bookworm who no one takes seriously. He then says he has the perfect solution, [and for that] I’ve written a good aria, ‘The Treasure Song,’ which is a patter song [about] his box with three magic feathers.”
Tuesday, August 29, 2023
Poem …
Pilgrimage
Pray the journey lasts long enough
To be enriched with lingering detours
Along paths beckoning to villages
Where time holds no sway, until
You find yourself, grateful at last,
To learn there won’t be any heading home.
The marriage of arrogance and stupidity …
So much for impartiality …
Hmm …
Even among Biden’s innumerable lies, this one sets a new standard for mendacity, as every detail of it is false: the Civil Rights Act was passed in 1964, eight and a half years before Biden entered the Senate, Thurmond voted against it, and the segregationist senator didn’t die until nearly forty years later. Is it the dementia? Or is it just Joe being Joe? It’s increasingly hard to tell the difference.
Tracking the decline …
… How therapy turned on itself. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
What’s happened to psychotherapy is, writ small, what’s happened to western education, healthcare, left-of-center governments and NGOs, as well as the civil service, the sciences and the arts. By its nature, this nihilistic doctrine corrupts from within every sphere it invades. CSJ resembles the fibrous, species-threatening fungus in The Last of Us, which smothers cities and takes malign control of human minds. At length, elites oppose the very purpose of their professions. Hence the National Trust despises the culture it’s pledged to preserve. The British Museum gives away its artifacts. Doctors reject western medicine for indigenous superstitions. Classicists denounce the Greeks and Romans as too white. English professors renounce Shakespeare. Therapists renounce therapy.
Something to think on …
Things these days …
We need only look at the treatment of such other topics as crime, terrorism, and warfare to see examples of the same sort of misplaced sentimentality and willful ignorance. Tolerance of criminality leads to more crime; tolerance of terrorism leads to more terrorism; efforts to appear defenseless lead to war, subsidies for homelessness produce more homeless people.
Monday, August 28, 2023
Blogging note …
I spent the greater part of today being by very nice young gentleman from Belgium. I learned a lot from our conversation
Something to think on …
Being and revelation …
The scholar Cynthia Haven remarks on her blog for Stanford that, “Helen became preoccupied with the Thomistic notion of esse, and sees ‘nothingness’ as the primary temptation of humankind.”
Sunday, August 27, 2023
Oops, just saw this …
Another blogging note …
I’m not feeling well. May blog some more tonight, but otherwise I’m off until tomorrow. Debbie is also not feeling well either.
Welcome to old age, which ain’t for sissies and demands a sense of humor.
Something to think on …
The work is with me when I wake up in the morning; it is with me while I eat my breakfastin bed and run through the newspaper, while I shave and bathe and dress.
Saturday, August 26, 2023
Really?
Something to think on …
I’m not sure I get the point of this …
Friday, August 25, 2023
Something to think on …
Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life..
— Brian Moore, born on this date in 1921
Thursday, August 24, 2023
Much in what he says …
Take a look at these …
Hmm …
Something to think on …
A true innovator …
One of the most fascinating aspects of Liebes’ life was her close association with the renowned architect Frank Lloyd Wright and his wife Olgivanna.