A comment rimwell recently made about reading Dostoevsky–
“we’re so used to the “finalized” character or event, or at least the finalized reading of a character that seems to be demanded by non-Bakhtin criticism (even by Ivanov) that we forget that things can be forgiven or that things didn’t have to turn out this way . [...]
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reading novels and “the true wonder of it”
Posted in God, art, beginnings, books, fate, library, novel on November 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
something else from Dostoevsky
Posted in Dostoevsky, Plato, Socrates, anyone, art, books, dialogue on November 15, 2009 | 8 Comments »
From Bakhtin’s Problems of Dostoevsky’s Poetics:
“In the compositionally expressed dialogues of Dostoevsky’s characters, there are also no separate thoughts or positions. They never argue over separate points, but always over whole points of view, inserting themselves and their entire idea into even the briefest exchange.”
Something reading Socratic Dialogue teaches, whether Plato’s or Dostoevsky’s, is that [...]
The Speed of Verse, II
Posted in Charles Williams, Dante, God, Herbert, John Crowe Ransom, Pound, Vergil, Yeats, art, beginnings, birds, books, crannies, dialogue, dreaming, eccentric, history, idiosyncrasy, labor, language, latin, love?, rule, speed, stars, sun, the body, time, translation, verse on October 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
So, why is speed needed to say poetry? It is the sound of sense waking up the latent agility of the tongue: “speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.” It is attention to sharper contrasts, to multiplying facets, to a superabundant collation of angular things all [...]
approach to meaning restores the experience/ in a different form
Posted in John Donne, T.S. Eliot, anyone, art, books, cosmos, dialogue, fate, history, indirect discourse, language, letters, library, love?, necessity, the grave, time, translation on April 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
John Donne:
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume. When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated. God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by [...]
Announcing the April 6 Raffle!
Posted in anyone, art, beginnings, birthdays, books, eccentric, history, raffle, spring, the grackle, time on March 8, 2009 | 29 Comments »
Why? So that the world will not forget the day I was born! And, so that the world will know the semi-fictional renaissance that is the Grub Street Grackle!
First off: its free! Second off: everyone, yes everyone, is invited to participate. . . whether I know you, you know me, you read my blog, you [...]
Vivant Dr. Sampo, Dr. Mumbach, Miss Bonifield, Mr. Shea, Miss Enos, and the others! — Semper Sint in Flore
Posted in Indian Summer, Janus, annihilation, anyone, art, athens, autumn, beginnings, bells, books, crannies, cry, defeat, dialogue, eccentric, exceptions, fate, flowers, greek, history, hubris, idiosyncrasy, language, letters, love?, mania, melos, mosaic, necessity, nemesis, nooks, polis, rain, rule, spring, stars, summer, the fall, the impossible, time, tragedy, wind, winter, wisdom, wit on February 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
What Is Catholic About a College Degree
Peter V. Sampo
President, Thomas More College
Let us assume the college has a Catholic liturgy, teaches Orthodox Catholic theology, and is under the auspices of a religious order, a diocese, or is, at least, canonically recognized by a diocese. Further, let us assume loyalty to the Magisterium. As necessary as [...]
this need to kneel
Posted in Dickinson, Indian Summer, June, Levertov, Sophistry, T. S. Eliot, art, autumn, language, summer, the fall, the impossible, wind on December 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Levertov, Denise, 1923-1997:
from The Stream and the Sapphire (1997) , New Directions
Of Being
I know this happiness
is provisional:
the looming presences—
great suffering, great fear—
withdraw only
into peripheral vision:
but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:
this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:
this need [...]
the odour of the lamp
Posted in Abraham, Achilles, God, Moby Dick, albatross, art, greek, history, language, latin, mosaic, polis, sailing, savage, skrim-shander, the impossible, water, whale, whiteness, wind, winter on November 2, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Through the rambling body of any grand or would-be-grand endeavour, poetry, life, and all their bewildered exchanges, it is always in a back-alley, a digression, an out of the way place that unity, kosmos insinuates itself.
Moby Dick, a book not inaptly compared for fantastic uncontainability to a labyrinth through a thundercloud, harbors any number of such out of the way places that promise a truer scope of its impossible whole than passages [...]
An Aristophanic Impossibility
Posted in Archimedes, Hermes, Janus, Syracuse, annihilation, art, athens, beginnings, catapult, economy cars, fate, greek, hubris, love?, mania, mosaic, necessity, nemesis, pretentious, rain, speed, stars, summer, sun, the dramatic unities of time and place, the impossible, traffic on October 26, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I am insane. I no longer doubt it. Allow me to convince you. This morning I found myself desperately trying to put milk in cereal instead of cereal in milk. Always with the same result: my cereal ended up in the milk, and not the other way round. I’d gone through three boxes of Grandy O’s and two [...]
from ezra pound
Posted in art, beginnings, rivers, rule, sailing, wind on October 21, 2008 | 1 Comment »
“Art or an art is not unlike a river, in that it is perturbed at times by the quality of the river bed, but is in a way independent of that bed. The color of the water depends upon the substance of the bed and the banks immediate and preceding. Stationary objects are reflected, but the [...]
