After suffering from a bit of the blahs, due to missing my cabin and spending a bit too much time in the distracted city, I’ve regained my appreciation – for whatever reason – for the texture of city life again. Yesterday a friend lured me away from a successful day of writing to go to [...]
Monthly Archives: January 2011
Came across this unintelligible passage in Kerouac’s journals: There is a dynamic philosophy behind the Progress of the 20th century, but we need to reach the depths of a Static Metaphysical Admission – a Manifesto of Confessions – as well, or the dynamics will just explode out of control like Kafka’s penal machine. Perhaps something [...]
“Anyone who goes to a psychiatrist needs to have his head examined.” – Sam Goldwyn. Stuff like this gives me no end of delight.
“MONDAY AUG. 23 – Told my mother today she ought to go live down South with the family instead of spending all her time slaving in shoe factories in order to earn just enough money to spend on the system of expenses that is our society. In Russia they slave for the state, here they [...]
The wisdom of the old churchmen is shown by this most unusual feast, the Feast of the Conversion of the holy Paul. It is the only conversion thus enshrined as a feast of the universal church, though many of the saints had conversions of importance. But Paul’s conversion has a clarity of insight to it [...]
An article with a great video segment about P.S. 22 on Staten Island, which is sending its 5th grade choir to the Oscars this year. Precisely the kind of teacher and class which business-minded school administrators are constantly targeting for elimination, in their quest for reading and math scores.
Being a man of no diplomatic facility, I have a compensating fascination for slithery “statesmen”: and since I always love extremes, it makes sense that I should be drawn to the most reptilian of them all, Charles Maurice Talleyrand. Most curious to me is the fact that the one interruption to his long career of [...]
“To watch the corn grow, and the blossoms set; to draw hard breath over ploughshare or spade; to read, to think, to love, to hope, to pray — these are the things that make men happy; they have always had the power of doing these, they never will have the power to do more. The [...]