AN UNCOMMON THOUGHT

"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf

14 December 2017

Classic.

Few places in the world still teach fine arts the old way, where form is everything, but the St. Petersburg Academy of Fine Arts is one of them.  It’s the oldest art school in Russia and students from all over the world dream of studying within its ancient walls, they believe it’s a place that sets the gold standard in teaching classic art.



Thank you, Rachel.

Excellent.

An excellent album ...


I remember well the occasion of Kurt introducing me to this one ... cookies and Winter Welcome

13 December 2017

Greaseball.

Memory.


Sometimes you never realize the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

Dr. Seuss

Accept.

van Gogh, Self-portrait with Straw Hat, 1887



I feel what Pa and Ma instinctively think about me (I don’t say reasonably).  There’s a similar reluctance about taking me into the house as there would be about having a large, shaggy dog in the house. He’ll come into the room with wet paws — and then, he’s so shaggy. He’ll get in everyone’s way. And he barks so loudly.

In short — it’s a dirty animal.

Very well — but the animal has a human history and, although it’s a dog, a human soul, and one with finer feelings at that, able to feel what people think about him, which an ordinary dog can’t do.

And I, admitting that I am a sort of dog, accept them as they are.

Vincent van Gogh

Programmed.


"Your behaviors, you don’t realize it, but you are being programmed,” he said. “It was unintentional, but now you gotta decide how much you’re going to give up, how much of your intellectual independence."

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Thank you, Cultural Offering.

Never.

Blake, Self-portrait, 1802


Thank God I was never sent to school, 
To be Flog'd into following the Style of a Fool.

William Blake

Beware.


We must beware of needless innovation, especially when guided by logic.

Winston Churchill

Alfred Brendel.

... performs the Haydn Sonata in E-flat major, Hob. XVI/49, L.59, and Mozart's Sonata No.14 in C minor, K.457 ...

Learn.


I have a great need to learn what the norm is by dealing with what is not the norm ... with the grotesque and the fantastic.

Alfred Brendel

Impressive.


Robert Plot was born in December 1640 and baptized on 13 December, which many have quite reasonably taken to be his birthday. Plot lived a remarkable life, becoming first Keeper of the Ashmolean, Oxford’s first professor of Chemistry and the secretary of the Royal Society, and happily taking on the appellation of “the learned Dr. Plot.”

His book The Natural History of Oxford-shire of 1676, addressed to King Charles II, is almost as impressive as its author. Amongst its many noteworthy passages is the first known description of a dinosaur bone, though Plot did not know what exactly he was detailing.

Come we next to such as concern the Members of the Body: Amongst which, I have one dug out of a quarry in the Parish of Cornwell, and given me by the ingenious Sir Thomas Pennyston, that has exactly the Figure of the lowermost part of the Thigh-Bone of a Man or at least of some other Animal… 

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This is so neat!  The digitized volume is HERE.

Loyalties.


Scruton’s immediate problem, one that Americans face as well, is that much of England’s cultural, social, religious, and political history has been ignored or dismissed as irredeemably imperialist, racist, sexist, and intolerant. These politically incorrect sins, bred in the bone of the nation, could not be washed away, it was believed, but could be covered over by a new public teaching of egalitarianism, multiculturalism, and social justice. Such reeducation, Scruton says in England: An Elegy (2000) was already becoming evident in his own boyhood schooling in the late 1950s. He innately rebelled against it, desiring “to be reconciled with the thing that everyone denounced, which some called England, some Britain, some the ruling classes and most just ‘them.’” Such reconciliation is, he thinks, a way of reintroducing neighbors and fellow citizens to the shared “language, customs, territory, and common interest in defense . . . which enable people to call on the sacrifices that make communities durable.” Why do we have a culture of the rule of law? Look to the loyalties of place, home, and membership, and the expectations of respect that these forge, and there lie the origins of the legitimacy of law. When people know to whom they belong and to whom they are accountable, the social and political aspects of our personhood find their legitimate space for trust and devotion to a public thing.

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12 December 2017

Dustsceawung.


There is a word in Old English which belongs wholly to that civilization - "dustsceawung," meaning contemplation of dust. It is a true image of the Anglo-Saxon mind, or at least an echo of that consciousness which considered transcience and loss to be part of the human estate; it was a world in which life was uncertain and the principal diety was fate or destiny or "wyrd."

Peter Ackroyd

Sinatra's.

Rejoice.

Curtis, Prayer to The Sun, Hopi, 1906


It is time to speak your Truth. Create your community, be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader. This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold onto the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its own destination. The Elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open and our heads above water. And I say, see who is in there with you and rejoice.

Hopi Elder Proverb

Soul.


The mind is the soul.

Peter Ackroyd

Through.

Mackintosh, Gilardia, 1914


Oh teach the mind t' aetherial heights to rise,
And view familiar, in its native skies,
Thy source of good; thy splendor to descry,
And on thy self, undazled, fix her eye.
Oh quicken this dull mass of mortal clay;
Shine through the soul, and drive its clouds away!
For thou art Light. In thee the righteous find
Calm rest, and soft serenity of mind;
Thee they regard alone; to thee they tend;
At once our great original and end,
At once our means, our end, our guide, our way,
Our utmost bound, and our eternal stay!

Anicius Manlius Severinus Boethius

Platti, Sonata No. 1 in G minor

Konstanze Waidosch, cello, Bernhard Reichel, theorbo ...

Contemplate.


Wretched men cringe before tyrants who have no power, the victims of their trivial hopes and fears. They do not realise that anger is hopeless, fear is pointless and desire all a delusion. He whose heart is fickle is not his own master, has thrown away his shield, deserted his post, and he forges the links of the chain that holds him.  Contemplate the extent and stability of the heavens, and then at last cease to admire worthless things.

It follows that those who have reason have freedom to will or not to will, although this freedom is not equal in all of them. Human souls are more free when they persevere in the contemplation of the mind of God, less free when they descend to the corporeal, and even less free when they are entirely imprisoned in earthly flesh and blood.

Anicius Manlius Severinus Boethius

Happy birthday, Sinatra.


Frank Sinatra was born on this day in 1915.

"I've Got the World on a String"

11 December 2017

Happy birthday, Solzhenitsyn.


Cultural Offering remembers Alexandr Solzhenitsyn's birthday ...

In keeping silent about evil, in burying it so deep within us that no sign of it appears on the surface, we are implanting it, and it will rise up a thousand fold in the future. When we neither punish nor reproach evildoers, we are not simply protecting their trivial old age, we are thereby ripping the foundations of justice from beneath new generations.

Alexandr Solzhenitsyn

Calvados.

A Christmas Carol.

From 1971 ...

Flow.


CABIN POEM

I’ve decided to make up my mind
about nothing, to assume the water mask,
to finish my life disguised as a creek,
an eddy, joining at night the full,
sweet flow, to absorb the sky,
to swallow the heat and cold, the moon
and the stars, to swallow myself
in ceaseless flow.

Jim Harrison

Heart.


IN the BLEAK MIDWINTER

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

Christina Rossetti

Guide.


Star Walk is an interactive astronomy guide that shows celestial objects in the exact positions on the sky above you, providing detailed information about them. It helps anyone even remotely interested in astronomy find their way across the sky, determine where to look for any object, rewind or fast-forward time to see how celestial bodies move. It inspires curiosity about the universe and helps users understand amazing cosmic phenomena.

The best application out there.

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Closer.


I will read long books and the journals of dead writers. I will feel closer to them than I ever felt to people I used to know before I withdrew from the world. It will be sweet and cool this friendship of mine with dead poets, for I won’t have to touch them or answer their questions. They will talk to me and not expect me to answer. And I’ll get sleepy listening to their voices explain the mysteries to me. I’ll fall asleep with the book still in my fingers, and it will rain.

Tennessee Williams

Happy birthday, Harrison.


Jim Harrison was born on this day in 1937.

HARRISON'S FIVE RULES for ZESTFUL LIVING
1. Eat well, of course, avoiding the ninny diets and mincing cuisines that demonize appetite and make unthinkable a tasty snack of hog jowls. We’re all going to die. Might as well enjoy a little fat along the way.

2. Pursue love and sex, no matter discrepancies of desire and age. Romance is worth the humbling. Doing it outdoors on stumps, in clearings and even swarmed by mosquitoes is particularly recommended.

3. Welcome animals, especially bears, ravens and wolves, into your waking and dream life. An acceptance of our common creaturedom is essential not just to the health of the planet but to our ordinary happiness. We are mere participants in natural cycles, not the kings of them.

4. Rather than lighting out for territory, we ought to try living in it.

5. And finally, love the detour. Take the longest route between two points, since the journey is the thing, a notion to which, contaminated by the Zen-fascist slogans of advertising (“just do it!”), we all pay lip service but few of us indulge.

Grab a bottle (forget the glass), toast Le Grand Ours, and watch ... HERE.

Elected.


Alan Trammel has been voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame.

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Pray.

Henry of Huntingdon, from 1135 AD ...


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Conversation.

Education [is] the conversation between generations.

Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks



Thank you, Kurt.

David Brooks' "Eulogy Virtues" ... HERE.

Excellent.

A excellent album ...

December.

09 December 2017

Wonderful.

Christmas.


Archive.org has a facsimile version of Washington Irving's Old Christmas, illustrated by Randolf Caldecott ... HERE.

This.


I just returned from the local mega-plex emporium sheeple pens.  God, how I hate the 21st century.

It's sandwich time.

Eternity.


There is a camaraderie that grows up among those who work with old books and old papers, largely, I suspect, because we understand that we are at odds with the rest of the world: we are travelling backwards, while all those around us are still moving forward.  So we may use our books to form a barricade against the world, interweaving their words with our own to ward off the heat of the day.

Books do not per­ish like hu­mankind. Of course we com­mon­ly see them bro­ken in the hab­er­dash­er's shop when on­ly a few months be­fore they lay bound on the sta­tion­er's stall; these are not true works, but mere trash and new­fan­gle­ness for the vul­gar. There are thou­sands of such gew­gaws and toys which peo­ple have in their cham­bers, or which they keep up­on their shelves, be­liev­ing that they are pre­cious things, when they are the mere pass­ing fol­lies of the pass­ing time and of no more val­ue than pa­pers gath­ered up from some dunghill or raked by chance out of the ken­nel. True books are filled with the pow­er of the un­der­stand­ing which is the in­her­itance of the ages: you may take up a book in time, but you read it in eter­ni­ty.

Peter Ackroyd

Joy.

Blake.  Blake.  Blake.  In all this world, considering Harrison, Rilke, and even Plant, I'm grateful for his art ...

Good.

Perfect.


A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

Markus Zusak, from The Book Thief

Gordon Lightfoot, "Sea of Tranquility"

I live in the light of the bright silver moon
I'll take you off sailing from midnight til noon
I'll show the Sea of Tranquility
You can have any flavor you happen see

I live in the shade of a forest of green
In the wildest of woodlands that you've ever seen
There's rabbits and quail and tender young snails
As brown as the seaweed on old rusty nails

There's fireflies dancing in the cool evening breeze
There's love and romancing as nice as you please
There's otters and frogs and spotted ground hogs
And wiley old weasels in rotted out logs

There's rivers of rainbow and grey mountain trout
And little dark holes where the varmints hang out
There's foxes and hares in traps and in snares
And lots of bald eagles so you'd better take care

So if you've got the time and you'd like to pass by
Come down around midnight and give us a try
We'll show you the Sea of Tranquility
You can have any flavor you happen to see

08 December 2017

07 December 2017

Love.


And there is quite a different sort of conversation around a fire than there is in the shadow of a beech tree. Four dry logs have in them all the circumstance necessary to a conversation of four or five hours, with chestnuts on the plate and a jug of wine between the legs. Yes, let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

Pietro Aretino

Jackson Browne, "Nothing But Time"

David Lindley at 1:37 ...

Ideals.

Delacroix, Un Lit Defait, 1828


Life without ideals tires of itself.

Sir Roger Scruton

Scruton on beauty and desecration ...



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Investigate.

Schiele, Houses and Pines, 1915


I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.

Egon Schiele

Protected.


President Donald Trump’s Dec. 4 proclamation robs the American people of their public lands heritage. The President and a handful of politicians would like you to believe that they are doing what is best by rescinding 85% of Bears Ears National Monument and nearly half of Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument. Nothing could be further from the truth. This action is unprecedented and widely unpopular. It is also illegal, and Patagonia will be challenging his decision in court.

By eliminating so much of Bears Ears National Monument, the President is putting over a million acres of land at risk for permanent destruction, and we aren’t going to just stand by. Protecting public lands is a core tenet of our mission and vitally important to our industry, and we feel we need to do everything in our power to protect this special place.

People often look at this as a states’ rights issue. We acknowledge that people who live closest to these lands often want what is best for them, like the Native American tribes near Bears Ears who are filing suit alongside us. We must also acknowledge that history shows when states control public-trust land, 70% is sold off — and then often used for oil drilling, mining and other industrial activities. This also means that hunters, fishers, outdoorsmen and families like yours can no longer enjoy them.