From the second stanza of To Autumn
Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Keats, John. The Poetry of John Keats. London: Arcturus Publishing Limited, 2018.
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Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Keats, John. The Poetry of John Keats. London: Arcturus Publishing Limited, 2018.
John Donne was not known for his intolerable sexiness but for being such a hellcat meme-minter at the pulpit.
The above, may be the best “on-line” sentence I’ve read.
When Hugo wandered off into thick tangential considerations of niche subjects like Gothic architecture, the public didn’t scrunch its nose and go and read something simpler or more focused; instead, they took his lead and developed a passion for Gothic architecture themselves.
Interesting how the French didn’t want to simplify Hugo’s work, but instead further develop their understanding of Gothic architecture.
How was the passion for Gothic Architecture demonstrated at that time?
In summary, what a lack of ambient access to high literacy has to do with ambition: Provides people fewer tools for the processing and composition of complex thought, and fails to keep the mind adequately nourished with new impressions and syntheses that are conducive to high-ambition; and because works of high literacy are themselves conceived in ambition, the lack of opportunity to be regularly immersed in them deprives one of a sense of everyday communion with what is excellent.
I appreciate Maxi Gorynski‘s essay format. Each section presents a clear summary to solidify the point.
Read his essay On a Lack of Ambition full here.
The first time I visited Oliver Sacks on Wards Island northeast of Manhattan, I had mislaid the house number but knew the name of the street. It was evening, wintertime; the slightly sloping street was icy. I parked and tiptoed along the icy pavement looking into every lit-up home. None of the windows had curtains. Through one window I saw a man sprawled on a sofa with one of the hefty volumes of the OED propped on his chest. I knew that had to be him, and so it was. Our first subject was the dictionary; for him as well, it was the books of books.
– Werner Herzog
This passage alone is worth the hardback price of Herzog’s newest book; Every man for himself and God against all.
From: Herzog, Werner. Every Man for Himself and God Against All. New York: Penguin Press, 2023.
we must bear acts of god with fortitude and acts of war with courage. This attitude used to be part of the ethos of this city; don’t let it come to an end in you.
– Pericles
Pericles Reminds the Athenians Who They Are
from The Peloponnesian War, by Thucydides
Did Thucydides craft the greatest hype speech of all time?
Middling Thor had been like one of those meteorites you heard about that fall from space and land at the bottom of the ocean. Though it lies half buried in mud and half encrusted in a skin of plankton and mollusks, though it is warmed by vents in the earth and gives shelter to all manner of fish, at its heart lie the chemicals and elements, the sparkling mysterious stuff of outer space.
Chabon, Michael. Summerland: A Novel. New York: Hyperion Books for Children, 2002. (pp 260)
Summerland is a strange book. Airships, a kid who believes he’s an android, a guilt filled female sasquatch, Mustang league baseball. It’s wild.
Most chapters I have no idea where it’s going, but it’s not boring.
Occasionally I speculate what sort of chap he can be who takes ten winters out of whatever work he does simply for the purpose of watching peregrines. One must inevitably feel curious about anyone possessed and driven by such a monomania. I experienced a kind of awe, an astonishment, and a real excitement … No bird has ever had such a Boswell.
John Moore
For everyone out their observing and cataloging things for no apparent reason.
Keep going.
Saunders, Hetty. My House of Sky: The life and work of J.A. Baker. Lower Dairy, Toller Fratrum, Dorset: Little Toller Books, 2017. pp113
St. Paul’s job was tent-making. When the two coincide I should have thought there was a danger lest the natural interest in one’s job and the pleasures of gratified ambition might be mistaken for spiritual progress and spiritual consolation: and I think clergymen sometimes fall into this trap.
Contrariwise, there is the danger that what is boring or repellent in the job may alienate one form the spiritual life. And finally someone has said ‘None are so unholy as those whose hands are cauterised with holy things’: scared things may become profane by becoming matters of the job. You now want truth for her own sake: how will it be when the same truth is also needed for an effective footnote in your thesis? In fact, the change might do good or harm. I’ve always been glad myself that Theology is not the thing I earn my living by. On the whole, I’d advise you to get on with your tent making. The performance of a duty will probably teach you quite as much about God as academic Theology would do. Mind, I’m not certain: but that is the view I incline to.
Published letters as a genre, is still underrated.
Lewis, C.S.. Yours, Jack: Spiritual Direction from C.S. Lewis. Harper One, Toller Fratrum, New York, 2008.