"In the field of aesthetics, all that is necessary for kitsch to triumph is for men to fail to discriminate" (Theodore Dalrymple, In Praise of Prejudice, p. 75). … [Read more...] about Discrimination is Good?
Item: It is my custom to specify, when ordering at a drive-through window, that the order is to go. It is helpful to repeat this as if you have no confidence that the person taking the order will get it right. Item: What’s the deal with this team? Item: Mark Twain said "Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society." … [Read more...] about Honk if you like peace and quiet
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the … [Read more...] about “…be not coy…”
"What really happens is that the story-maker proves a successful 'sub-creator'. He makes a Secondary World which your mind can enter. Inside it, what he relates is 'true': it accords with the laws of that world. You therefore believe it, while you are, as it were, inside. The moment disbelief arises, the spell is broken; the magic, or rather art, has failed. You are then out in the Primary World … [Read more...] about Tolkien on Writing as Sub-Creation
The Song of Wandering Angus by William Butler Yeats I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame, But … [Read more...] about “…a fire was in my head…”
This is a beautiful little video. Throw away the modern insurgency against common sense that says women are "just like men." How boring, and silly. I think that it is in art, and in stories, that these foolish notions are dramatically put to the lie. Women are wonderful --and wonderfully, not men. … [Read more...] about 500 Years of Women in Art
The Cross of Snow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face--the face of one long dead-- Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light. Here in this room she died, and soul more white Never through martyrdom of fire was led To its repose; nor can in books be read The legend of a life more benedight. There is a … [Read more...] about “Such is the cross upon my breast”
I am happy to announce, to the zero people who read this blog, that I completed the first draft of my first novel on this day in history. It feels good. I still have a lot of work to do, but I got a lot done today. It was the first day that I could turn my attention to my story in a long time, and I was able to make it pay by writing 6,000 or so words. My wife, as always, was a huge help, … [Read more...] about Good Feeling