"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

01 May 2024

Everywhere.


A delicate fabric of bird song
  Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
  Is everywhere.

Red small leaves of the maple
  Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
  The pear trees stand.

Oh I must pass nothing by
  Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
  The grass with my touch;

For how can I be sure
  I shall see again
The world on the first of May
  Shining after the rain?

Sara Teasdale

Jethro Tull, "Beltane"

Mozart, Bassoon Concerto B-Flat Major, K.191

Katrin Lazar performs with the Barocksolisten München ...

Happy Birthday, Beaux



Never was a word more abused than "technique." To many "technique" means the purely mechanical, material side of a work, something generally found to be hard, shiny, even vulgar. Just now, to be clumsy is to be admired. Indeed bungling is much in fashion. And if one does not bungle naturally, one may easily learn how to do it from the experts.  But the true definition of "technique" is very simple. A perfect technique in anything only means that there has been no break in continuity between thought and the act of performance.

Cecilia Beaux, born on this day in 1855

Paying.


“Attention as a category isn’t that salient for younger folks,” Jac Mullen, a writer and a high-school teacher in New Haven, told me recently. “It takes a lot to show that how you pay attention affects the outcome—that if you focus your attention on one thing, rather than dispersing it across many things, the one thing you think is hard will become easier—but that’s a level of instruction I often find myself giving.” It’s not the students’ fault, he thinks; multitasking and its euphemism, “time management,” have become goals across the pedagogic field. The SAT was redesigned this spring to be forty-five minutes shorter, with many reading-comprehension passages trimmed to two or three sentences. Some Ivy League professors report being counselled to switch up what they’re doing every ten minutes or so to avoid falling behind their students’ churn. What appears at first to be a crisis of attention may be a narrowing of the way we interpret its value: an emergency about where—and with what goal—we look.
The process ...
Knauss eyed some passersby. “The first seven-minute phase is known as Encounter,” she said. “I think of it as entering a party. First, you take a look around the scene.” On arriving at the action site, the Birds wander. The subject of an action is rarely, if ever, identified in advance, but usually it is the most desperate-looking work in sight. (“In a museum, it will be, like, the painting next to the bathroom or on the wall opposite the ‘Mona Lisa,’ ” Burnett told me.) The work is unnamed because the Birds are supposed to find it by paying attention. Those who don’t can follow the flock.

Next comes Attending, announced by the first bell. “At the party, that’s when you maybe settle into conversation with someone,” Knauss explained. The Birds line up before the work, side by side, in what is known as the phalanx. For seven minutes, they silently give the work their full attention. Three things are discouraged during this period, Knauss told me. “One is what we call studium”—analysis from study. Another is interpretation, and the third is judgment. If Birds find a work offensive (or simply bad), they’re meant to put aside that response. Alyssa Loh, Burnett’s partner, who is also a Bird, told me that she understands the injunctions as a guard against the ways that people shut down their attention. “There’s a question you often hear in relation to art objects: What is it for and what do you do with it?” she said. “In the Bird practice, we mostly answer that in negatives—you can’t ‘solve’ it, can’t decide if it’s good, can’t victoriously declare that you have correctly identified its origins or that it’s an example of an eighteenth-century whatever.” You just keep attending.

The second bell heralds the start of Negation, a phase in which Birds try to clear the object from their minds. Some lie down; some close their eyes. At the third bell, seven minutes later, the group reconvenes in the phalanx for Realizing.

Knauss said, “A good way to think of Realizing is the question: What does the work need ?” In some cases, the answer may be concrete—to be moved to a nearby wall—but it is often abstract. Perhaps a sculpture needs children climbing on it. “It might need you to hear its song,” Knauss somewhat mysteriously noted. At the final bell, the Birds disperse. “Leave the scene, find somewhere quiet to sit, and write down your experience of the four phases,” Knauss said.

A short while later, they meet up, usually in a café, for Colloquy, in which they take turns describing what they went through, distractions and all. Some Birds consider Colloquy the most important stage; it distinguishes their approach from “mindfulness” and other solo pursuits. The discussion can take on an uncanny charge. “It’s unusual to spend so much time in a small group looking at one thing, and even more unusual to talk about your impressions to the point of the ultra-thin vibrations and the associations they give rise to,” a Bird named Adam Jasper, an assistant professor of architectural history at the Chinese University in Hong Kong, told me. “With people I’ve Birded with more than a few times, I know more about how they work emotionally and mentally than I have any right to.” The writer Brad Fox described the experience as “seeing people at their best.”

Knauss, checking her phone, seemed suddenly in a hurry. “I’m going to leave you,” she said. “But first there’s a tradition that I give you this.” She pulled a piece of saffron-colored cloth from one of her belt loops, tore off a strip, and handed it to me. It was how the Birds recognized one another, she said.

29 April 2024

Happy Birthday, Duke


Somehow, I suspect that if Shakespeare were alive today, he might be a jazz fan himself—he’d appreciate the combination of spirit and informality, of knowledge and humor, all the elements that go into a great jazz performance. And I am sure he would agree with the simple and axiomatic statement that is so important to all of us—when it sounds good, it is good.

Duke Ellington, born on this day in 1899

"It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)" ...

Alternatives.

Allan Bloom, speaking at DePauw University, September 11, 1987 ...
These are the charmed years when you can, if you so choose, become anything you wish ... [you] also have the opportunity to survey your alternatives -- not merely those current in your time or provided by careers, but those available to you as human beings. The importance of these years for an American cannot be overestimated. They are civilization's only chance to get to him.

Process.


The unforeseen is the most beautiful gift life can give us. That is what we must think of multiplying in our domain. Art is inconceivable without risk, without inner sacrifice; freedom and boldness of imagination can be won only in the process of work, and it is there the unforeseen I spoke of a moment ago must intervene, and there no directives can help.

Boris Pasternak

28 April 2024

Mac.

Healthy.


Mr. Wade lists the elements of a healthy temperament ...
  • Courage and Kindness
  • Patience and Urgency
  • Range and Focus
  • Feeling and Detachment
  • Curiosity and Indifference
  • Thought and Action
Great list.  

I would add listening and speaking out.

Beethoven, Piano Concerto No. 5 in E-flat major, Op. 73, "Emperor"

Alina Bercu performs with the Orchestra of the Liszt University, under the direction of Nicolás Pasquet ...

Devotion.

van Eyck, Man in a Red Turban, 1433



I thoroughly enjoyed over twenty-five years in the food service industry (I miss it like an addict) which overlapped into my career as a teacher, which I have been aspiring to for twenty years.  I was kicked out of college twice before I finally figured myself out. My undergraduate degrees in the History of Art and Historic Preservation of Architecture have made every single day of my life full and more greatly appreciated.  Any success I have enjoyed in my personal and professional lives is due to my training and continued devotion to the arts.  

Shimmering.


Light’s hand is swift, its penmanship
neat and precise. It jotted down a memo
on this square of paper, then left it behind,
a lost list of shadows burned by a paper clip
rusting away. Five men in half-light,
standing under the roof of an open porch,
holding a string of dead mallards.
One man grins and points at the camera,
his fingertip bright as a spark, reaching out,
touching the shimmering film of the future.

Ted Kooser

Connect.


Ari Weinzweig on Mother Trees ...
Philosopher Francis Bacon once said, “Knowledge is power.” Deep knowledge, it seems reasonable to say then, would be wisdom. “Mother Trees” bring knowledge and wisdom that can be accessed by everyone in our organization. In fact, a few hours before the dinner on May 7, Joan will be teaching a class for Zingerman’s staff who would like to come and learn from her. 

At the start of Finding the Mother Tree, Simard says,
This is not a book about how we can save the trees.
This is a book about how the trees might save us.
Following Simard’s insightful lead, we too might do well to look more closely at how the words and wisdom of our organizational “Mother Trees” can help us to reground and see things in more effectively holistic ways. If you have a few minutes, you might reflect on who the “Mother Trees” are in your ecosystem, how you have learned from them, and how you can continue to learn from them for many years to come. Wisdom, cultural insight, and the long-term health of our organizations might well depend on them. Let me know what you learn!

The people I’m thinking of as organizational “Mother Trees” here at Zingerman’s have been such positive influences on what we have done over the years. Like Joan Nathan, it’s hard to imagine the Zingerman’s Community without their influence. In Joan’s case, it’s with food and cooking. With Peter Block (who I was honored to have interview me last week in Cincinnati at a book event at 50 West Brewing Company), it’s philosophy and learning to lead without relying on power and authority. With Wendell Berry, it’s about understanding old-school agriculture, traditional ways of life in rural communities, and developing more holistic and more helpful ways to see the world. Grace Lee Boggs teaches me how to push for positive change, honor the humanity of everyone we meet, and stick with what we believe in even if others around us have not. There are others as well, but you get the idea. All of these people, these “Mother Trees,” have a presence that contributes to the quality of the work we do. And all of them, quietly, without drama, inform and inspire. As Suzanne Simard says:
It’s not always about becoming bigger and better in a traditional or a visible way that we might measure as wealth, for example, or power. You know, the most powerful parts of our social systems can be the elder that has aged and is guiding younger people, or guiding their culture. And yet, they can be almost invisible in the hierarchy of our social system.
The “Mother Trees” in our organizational ecosystems do just that. Their impact is almost invisible to an average onlooker, but their impact is, ultimately holistically, enormous. Suzanne Simard summed up all this in a 2017 journal article about Mother Trees, in which, she writes, 
Elders fill a special role in any community, having earned the respect of the tribe for their life-long wisdom, knowledge, and teaching. They help link individuals to the broader community as a whole, and connect the past with the future. Not all old individuals are elders, nor are all elders old. In my family, grandmothers and grandfathers usually filled the role of elders … connecting the family through the ages. 
I have taken to calling these elders “Mother Trees” because they appear to be nurturing their young. Mother Trees thus connect the forest through space and time, just like elders connect human families across generations.
As I’ve said, this strikes me as very much the role that Joan and the others I’ve listed above have played here over the years. In the spirit of which, Zingerman’s would be a different organization without her and without the wisdom from all these other wonderful “Mother Trees.” Their wisdom, I’m confident, will continue to inform what we do for decades to come. Thankfully for me and so many others, most of them record their thoughts in the form of books and articles. It’s a lovely coincidence I suppose that their deeply rooted philosophies and perspectives will be kept alive on paper—from trees—for centuries to come.

Historian Doris Kearns Goodwin said in an interview the other day,
Think about the people we want as our leaders, and just look at that as sort of a template … Humility … Empathy … Resilience … Accountability, kindness, compassion, and ambition for something larger than themselves not for themselves. Those are the leaders that have led us. And that means the citizens respect those kinds of leaders.

Bach, Cello Suite No.2 in D Minor, BWV 1008

Yo-Yo Ma performs the Prelude ...

Revealed.

Hall, The Deluge, 1830


The Bodleian Map Room explores Edward Quin's 1830 atlas ...
The beauty of Quin’s atlas comes from this sense of mystery achieved by revealing the known parts of the World according to the period of the map, with the rest of the World covered by thick, dark billowing clouds. With our knowledge of the World growing with each map the clouds withdraw a little further and more of the World is revealed.

Interest-Free.


Thanks, Ann.

27 April 2024

Image.


A woman I know says that to look at the Sleeping Bear late in the day is to feel the same emotion that comes when you listen to Beethoven’s Emperor Concerto, and she is entirely right. The message is the same. The only trouble is that you have to compose a planet, or great music, to say it persuasively. Maybe man–some men, anyway–was made in the image of God, after all.

Bruce Catton, from Waiting for the Morning Train

Help.


A rabbi was asked by one of his students “Why did God create atheists?” After a long pause, the rabbi finally responded with a soft but sincere voice. “God created atheists” he said, “to teach us the most important lesson of them all – the lesson of true compassion. You see, when an atheist performs an act of charity, visits someone who is sick, helps someone in need, and cares for the world, he is not doing so because of some religious teaching. He does not believe that God commanded him to perform this act. In fact, he does not believe in God at all, so his actions are based on his sense of morality. Look at the kindness he bestows on others simply because he feels it to be right. When someone reaches out to you for help. You should never say "I’ll pray that God will help you."  Instead, for that moment, you should become an atheist – imagine there is no God who could help, and say "I will help you."

Martin Buber

Thank you, Karen.

Excellent.

An excellent album ...

Knows.


As to the ham sandwiches, well they are the logical downfall of a generation that knows not herring.

Happy Birthday, Grant


Our great modern Republic. May those who seek the blessings of its institutions and the protection of its flag remember the obligations they impose.

Ulysses S. Grant, born on this day in 1822

Magician.


You see, in The Syndics, Rembrandt is true to life, although even there he still goes into the higher — into the very highest — infinite. But yet — Rembrandt could do something else — when he didn’t have to be true in the literal sense, as he did in a portrait — when he could — make poetry — be a poet, that’s to say Creator. That’s what he is in The Jewish Bride. Oh, how Delacroix would have understood that very painting! What a noble sentiment, fathomlessly deep. One must have died many times to paint like this — is certainly applicable here. Still — one can speak about the paintings by Frans Hals, he always remains — on Earth. Rembrandt goes so deep into the mysterious that he says things for which there are no words in any language.  It is with justice that they call Rembrandt — magician — that’s no easy occupation.

Vincent van Gogh in a letter to his brother, Theo, 10 October 1885

25 April 2024

Alternative.


Argue for the Proms to be strictly classical and you’re likely to be told to lighten up. Yet one cannot fail to notice that our countless pop and rock festivals feel no similar obligation to include classical artists in their line-ups: they do what they do, loud and proud. Endless debates about the Radio 3 schedules go over similar ground, pitting “fusty” purists against more chilled-out listeners who insist the station will die if it doesn’t adapt to changing times. Meanwhile, Radio 1 continues to do its own thing. I like an eclectic mix of music as much as the next person, but I feel it is legitimate to ask why only one type has to make all the concessions.

It is a similar story in universities. Most music lecturers who were students in the 1980s and 1990s will have taken an academic degree course devoted entirely to classical music. By the 2000s a wide array of different types of music started to feature on the curriculum, and this diversification was seen by most as a good thing.

We have reached a point where the pendulum has swung so far the other way that classical music is struggling to maintain a foothold at all on some university music courses. If any academic were to propose a degree course based entirely around classical music — and I imagine few would dare — they would be regarded as eccentric at best, politically dubious at worst.

This is the nub of the embarrassment. Classical music is no longer simply something that people enjoy listening to, playing, studying and writing about; rather, it has been intensely politicised. The relentless elitism barbs have already done a great deal to turn people off classical music, but in recent years these historically illiterate insults have morphed into something even worse, as the elitism stereotype has merged with wider debates about equality in ways that are making the classical music world very edgy indeed.

There is no reason why classical music shouldn’t appeal to people from all social backgrounds as it used to in the past ... It is downright insulting to suggest that classical music cannot speak to people from non-white backgrounds. Yet narratives that construct such music as the preserve of a privileged, white “elite” abound, and they are even hinted at, or even asserted explicitly, by the very institutions we would expect to be championing the arts.
I wake up every morning, vigorous in anticipation of how Josquin, Telemann, or Mozart will add to the joy with which I drink my tea, eat a bagel, or listen to the birds.  

What's the alternative?

While.

Watkins-Pitchford, Brendon Chase, 1944 


Denys Watkins-Pitchford's motto, taken from an old Cumbrian gravestone ...
The wonder of the world
The beauty and the power
The shapes of things,
Their colours, light and shades
These I saw,
Look ye also while life lasts.

Bach, Violin Concerto in E major, BWV 1042

Viktoria Mullova performs the adagio with Music of the Baroque, directed by clangist Jonathan Cohen ...

Mechanized.

Steve points to Matthew Crawford's essay on AI's ability to alleviate the burden of thinking ...

Mechanized judgment resembles liberal proceduralism. It relies on our habit of deference to rules, and our suspicion of visible, personified authority. But its effect is to erode precisely those pro­cedural liberties that are the great accomplishment of the liberal tradition, and to place authority beyond scrutiny. I mean “authori­ty” in the broadest sense, including our interactions with outsized commercial entities that play a quasi-governmental role in our lives. That is the first problem. A second problem is that decisions made by algorithm are often not explainable, even by those who wrote the algorithm, and for that reason cannot win rational assent. This is the more fundamental problem posed by mechanized decision-making, as it touches on the basis of political legitimacy in any liberal regime.

Ravenous.


I have lived the lives of Napoleon, Caesar, d’Artagnan. So I always encourage young people to read books, because it’s an ideal way to develop a great memory and a ravenous multiple personality. And then at the end of your life you have lived countless lives, which is a fabulous privilege.

Umberto Eco

24 April 2024

The Jam, "Art School"

Once.

 Watkins-Pitchford, Bluebells Flowered in the Clearings of the Big Wood, 1960


"I have come back once more to you all once more …" Pan paused, and in the silence not a foot moved or a wing rustled, "and then I shall indeed be gone until that day when we shall all return, yes, all, gnomes and wild forgotten things alike, to the land where once we lived."

B.B., from The Little Grey Men

Dream.


SHIP-MODEL KIT

The lid of its box had a colorful picture
of a four-masted clipper unzipping
a blue ocean that had been loosely

laid out, its folds rolling, its opened
lapels showing a foamy white lining,
far more color right there on that flat

cardboard carton than on the millions
of pieces inside, all the same gray
like lead soldiers, and all fastened

together, tab to tab, plastic cast
as one piece, much like the long folds
of dolls that my Grandmother Kooser

snipped out of the Ames Daily Tribune
just to entertain me and my sister,
though all that had happened before

I’d grown older and ready to take on
an expensive, elaborate ship-model
kit with an accordion-fold of thin

paper instructions, hundreds of words
I had almost no patience for reading,
wanting to start where I wanted to

start, gluing together the few pieces
I recognized, laying the miniature
oars over the laps of the lifeboats,

etc., but this time I made myself
follow directions, having made wastes
of other such kits—fighter planes,

locomotives and cars—and I laid it
all out in my room on a card-table,
the halves of the hull, all the sails,

full, quarter and jib, like seashells,
all of the miscellaneous pieces
that a ship had to have to be real,

right down to the thin little ladders
of rigging to climb to the yardarms,
there to sit, keeping my balance

despite a stiff breeze, looking out
over the sea of my room, the night
with its crickets like ropes and spars

creaking below my screen window,
the waves I could feel going slack
at their edges, the faraway harbors

with their busy bazaars going quiet,
the salty nets drawn up and drying,
their glass floats like small bubbles

in the night’s iridescence, as I bent
squinting over the bits of that ship
I was building to dream me away.

Ted Kooser

Paul Weller, "Wild Wood"

Influencer-Proof.

Excellent.

An excellent album ...

Well.

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom's door.

He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

From Samuel Taylor Coleridge's, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"


Face.


We are so concerned to flatter the majority that we lose sight of how very often it is necessary, in order to preserve freedom for the minority, let alone for the individual, to face that majority down.

William F. Buckley Jr.

Sweeps.

Cole, Clouds, 1838


SKY

I should have begun with this: the sky.
A window minus sill, frame, and panes.
An aperture, nothing more,
but wide open.

I don't have to wait for a starry night,
I don't have to crane my neck
to get a look at it.
I've got the sky behind my back, at hand, and on my eyelids.
The sky binds me tight
and sweeps me off my feet.

Even the highest mountains
are no closer to the sky
than the deepest valleys.
There's no more of it in one place
than another.
A mole is no less in seventh heaven
than the owl spreading her wings.
The object that falls in an abyss
falls from sky to sky.

Grainy, gritty, liquid,
inflamed, or volatile
patches of sky, specks of sky,
gusts and heaps of sky.
The sky is everywhere,
even in the dark beneath your skin.
I eat the sky, I excrete the sky.
I'm a trap within a trap,
an inhabited inhabitant,
an embrace embraced,
a question answering a question.

Division into sky and earth —
it's not the proper way
to contemplate this wholeness.
It simply lets me go on living
at a more exact address
where I can be reached promptly
if I'm sought.
My identifying features
are rapture and despair.

Wislawa Szymborska

More.

van Gogh, Self-Portrait, 1889


Everything in men and in their works that is truly good, and beautiful with an inner moral, spiritual and sublime beauty, I think that that comes from God, and that everything that is bad and wicked in the works of men and in men, that’s not from God, and God doesn’t find it good, either. But without intending it, I’m always inclined to believe that the best way of knowing God is to love a great deal. Love that friend, that person, that thing, whatever you like, you’ll be on the right path to knowing more thoroughly, afterwards; that’s what I say to myself. But you must love with a high, serious intimate sympathy, with a will, with intelligence, and you must always seek to know more thoroughly, better, and more. That leads to God, that leads to unshakable faith.

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother, Theo van Gogh, June 1880.

Bach, Widerstehe doch der Sünde, BWV 54

Víkingur Ólafsson performs his transcription ...


23 April 2024

Happy Birthday, Shakespeare

Taylor, William Shakespeare, 1611


Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you. No profit grows where is no pleasureta'en. In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

William Shakespeare, born on this day in 1564, from The Taming of the Shrew

22 April 2024

Happy Birthday, Kant

von Stägemann, Immanuel Kant, 1790


Enlightenment is man's release from his self-incurred tutelage. Tutelage is man's inability to make use of his understanding without direction from another. Self-incurred is this tutelage when its cause lies not in lack of reason but in lack of resolution and courage to use it without direction from another. Sapere aude!  Have courage to use your own reason! -- that is the motto of enlightenment.

Immanuel Kant, born on this day in 1724

Incomparable.

From PBS' American Masters series,The Incomparable Mr. Buckley ...


A kind of poet.