"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

22 February 2018

Promises.


DARK WATER

In the midnight Arctic Seas,
stained tropical rivers at dawn,
the Gulf Stream at noon,
where thin shafts of light
chisel down into blue black;
a small creek in the evening shade
beneath willows and sycamores;
in northern rivers,
where salmon lie
in deep veridian hollows.
It is always the dark water
which promises the most.

Russell Chatham

Happy birthday, Peale.

Peale, Self-portrait, 1828



Rembrandt Peale was born on this day in 1778.

Vivaldi, Violin Concerto in D major, RV 208, "Grosso Mogul"

Enrico Onofri performs with Il Giardino Armonico, under the direction of Giovanni Antonini ..

Excellent.

An excellent album ...

21 February 2018

Law.

Beyond.


I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer.   I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live.  I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be.  Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry.  I only ever desired what was beyond my imaginings.

Fernando Passoa, from The Book of Disquiet

20 February 2018

Mozart, Violin Concerto No.5 in A major, K.219

Nikolaus Harnoncourt leads the Chamber Orchestra of Europe, Gidon Kremer, fiddle ...

Happy birthday, Adams.

Adams, Moon and Clouds, Kern River Basin, Sierra Nevada, California, 1936



Ansel Adams was born on this day in 1902.

In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.

Ansel Adams

Excellent.

An excellent album ...

17 February 2018

Breeze.


The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.

Rumi

15 February 2018

Dog.

Mukwa.


Mukwa ... bear medicine.

Otherworldly.

The otherworldly sounds of skating on thin ice ...

Lyle Lovett, "Pantry"

My dear, I have something to ask you
And I'll try to get it right
You've heard the Light Crust Doughboys
All sing of Martha White

Oh, the way to someone's heart, dear
That old expression's true
So as long as we're apart
Here's my request of you

Don’t cheat on me with cornbread
Don’t cheat on me with beans
And don't cheat on me with bacon
Cooked up in collard greens
And don't cheat on me with biscuits
With jelly sweet and blue
Keep it in that place
Where you know it will be true

Keep it in your pantry

Now, I hate that I am leaving
And leaving you behind
But soon I'll be returning
With a healthy appetite
Oh, and if you are not hungry
As you once were before
I'll know you have betrayed me
Behind that kitchen door

Keep it in your pantry

Now, I've dined the whole world over
I've had the fries of France
The melons of Verona
And the sausage of Gdansk
No matter where I've been to
From Houston down to Rome
Nothing's quite as tasty
As what's cooking right at home

Keep it in your pantry

Freedom.

Repin, What Freedom!, 1903

Happy birthday, Praetorius.


Michael Praetorius was born on this day in 1571

Unholy Rackett performs a dance suite from Praetorius' Terpsichore compendium ...

14 February 2018

Mozart, Oboe Quartet in F major, K.370/368b

The Swiss Camber Soloists perform ...

Sing.


The RIVER

Yes, we'll gather by the river,
the beautiful, the beautiful river.
They say it runs by the throne of God.
This is where God invented fish.
Wherever, but then God's throne is as wide
as the universe. If you're attentive you'll
see the throne's borders in the stars. We're on this side
and when you get to the other side we don't know
what will happen if anything. If nothing happens
we won't know it, I said once. Is that cynical?
No, nothing is nothing, not upsetting just
nothing. Then again maybe we'll be cast
at the speed of light through the universe
to God's throne. His hair is bounteous.
All the 5,000 birds on earth were created there.
The firstborn cranes, herons, hawks, at the back
so as not to frighten the little ones.
Even now they remember this divine habitat.
Shall we gather at the river, this beautiful river?
We'll sing with the warblers perched on his eyelashes.

Jim Harrison

Mozart, "Vorrei spiegarvi, oh Dio!" K. 418

Olga Zinovieva, soprano, Leo Duarte, oboe, perform with The Bach Orchestra of the Netherlands, conducted by Pieter Jan Leusink ...

This.

Jamey Johnson, "'Til the Rivers All Run Dry"

Still.

13 February 2018

Dennis Quaid, "Closer to You"

With Bonnie Raitt and the Neville Brothers ...

Buckwheat Zydeco, "On a Night Like This"

Rouler.

Excellent ...

Excellent albums ...

Happy birthday, Piazzetta.

Piazzetta, Christ Appears to Peter and Paul, 1728


Giovanni Battista Piazzetta was born on this day in 1682.

Excellent.

An excellent album ...

Professor Longhair, "Tipitina"

With The Meters ...

Loaned.


The DEBTORS

They used to say we’re living on borrowed
time but even when young I wondered
who loaned it to us? In 1948 one grandpa
died stretched tight in a misty oxygen tent,
his four sons gathered, his papery hand
grasping mine. Only a week before, we were fishing.
Now the four sons have all run out of borrowed time
while I’m alive wondering whom I owe
for this indisputable gift of existence.
Of course time is running out. It always
has been a creek heading east, the freight
of water with its surprising heaviness
following the slant of the land, its destiny.
What is lovelier than a creek or riverine thicket?
Say it is an unknown benefactor who gave us
birds and Mozart, the mystery of trees and water
and all living things borrowing time.
Would I still love the creek if I lasted forever?

Jim Harrison

Today.

Pitchers and catchers report today!

Excellent.

Excellent albums ...

Zachary Richard, "Réveille"

12 February 2018

R.E.M., "Perfect Circle"

Knowing.

Osthaus, Cézanne, 1906


I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.  I have to keep working, not to arrive at finish, which arouses the admiration of fools.  I must seek completion only for the pleasure of being truer and more knowing.

Paul Cézanne

Echo & The Bunnymen, "Gods Will Be Gods"

Atavistic.


History is about longing and belonging. It is about the need for permanence and the perception of continuity. It concerns the atavistic desire to find deep sources of identity. We live again in the twelfth or in the fifteenth century, finding echoes and resonances of our own time; we may recognize that some things, such as piety and passion, are never lost; we may also conclude that the great general drama of the human spirit is ever fresh and ever renewed.

Peter Ackroyd

Duty.


I have no sympathy with the belief that art is the restricted province of those who paint, sculpt, make music and verse. I hope we will come to an understanding that the material used is only incidental, that there is artist in every man; and that to him the possibility of development and of expression and the happiness of creation is as much a right and as much a duty to himself, as to any of those who work in the especially ticketed ways.

Robert Henri

Religion.


From Ernie Harwell's 1981 Baseball Hall of Fame Ford C. Frick induction speech ...

Baseball is the President tossing out the first ball of the season and a scrubby schoolboy playing catch with his dad on a Mississippi farm. A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from the corner of his dugout. That’s baseball. And so is the big, fat guy with a bulbous nose running home one of his 714 home runs.

There’s a man in Mobile who remembers that Honus Wagner hit a triple in Pittsburgh forty-six years ago. That’s baseball. So is the scout reporting that a sixteen year old pitcher in Cheyenne is a coming Walter Johnson. Baseball is a spirited race of man against man, reflex against reflex. A game of inches. Every skill is measured. Every heroic, every failing is seen and cheered, or booed. And then becomes a statistic.

In baseball democracy shines its clearest. The only race that matters is the race to the bag. The creed is the rulebook. Color merely something to distinguish one team’s uniform from another.

Baseball is a rookie. His experience no bigger than the lump in his throat as he begins fulfillment of his dream. It’s a veteran too, a tired old man of thirty-five hoping that those aching muscles can pull him through another sweltering August and September. Nicknames are baseball, names like Zeke and Pie and Kiki and Home Run and Cracker and Dizzy and Dazzy.

Baseball is the cool, clear eyes of Rogers Hornsby. The flashing spikes of Ty Cobb, an over aged pixie named Rabbit Maranville.

Baseball is just a game, as simple as a ball and bat, yet as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. A sport, a business, and sometimes almost even a religion.

Why the fairy tale of Willie Mays making a brilliant World’s Series catch. And then dashing off to play stick ball in the street with his teenage pals. That’s baseball. So is the husky voice of a doomed Lou Gehrig saying “I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.”

Baseball is cigar smoke, hot roasted peanuts, The Sporting News, ladies day, “Down in Front”, “Take Me Out to the Ball Game,” and “The Star Spangled Banner.”

Baseball is a tongue tied kid from Georgia growing up to be an announcer and praising the Lord for showing him the way to Cooperstown. This is a game for America. Still a game for America, this baseball!

Heritage.


The modern world seems to have no notion of preserving different things side by side, of allowing its proper and proportionate place to each, of saving the whole varied heritage of culture.  It has no notion except that of simplifying something by destroying everything.

G.K. Chesterton

11 February 2018

Grateful Dead, "To Lay Me Down"

Anything else anybody doesn't want to hear?

Cultural.

Breaking ...



No nuance.

Meet.


HOW POETRY COMES to ME

It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light

Gary Snyder

Defence.

Nicholson, On the Downs, 1924


Leftists are, on the whole, hostile to aesthetic solutions, dismissing them as cosy, comfortable or kitsch. They campaign against the classical revival in architecture as “pastiche,” and against the New Urbanism of people like Krier. They see the countryside conservationist movements as the work of privileged people trying to monopolize the views from their windows. Sometimes their arguments have a point; but their hostility to aesthetic judgement goes deeper than the arguments that occasionally justify it. Consensual solutions, like the old pattern books of vernacular architecture, which enabled people to slot their houses into a common street, and to build side by side without offending the neighbor, typify the conservative approach to society. These consensual solutions take the form of traditions, conventions, easy-going ways of accepting one’s lot and making common cause with one’s neighbors. They are quintessentially unthreatening, and contain no admonitions of the puritanical kind that appeal to leftists, whose fundamental desire is to shake people up, to undermine complacency, and to appear at those tranquil windows like a vision of the apocalypse. The reason why the environmental movement has been captured by the left is that it lends itself to this ambition. It provides terrifying scenarios, which seem to justify the total overthrow of existing orders, while encouraging the kind of control from the top that would put enlightened leftists at last in charge of the endarkened middle class. But it could be that the middle class, with its plodding adherence to aesthetic norms, might have had the solution to the environmental problem all along, and that it was only the growth of the modern state, with its arrogant schemes and inability to respond to its own massive failures, that has jeopardized our future.

That brings me to the second important motive from which conservatism arises, which is the love of home. This too is anathema to leftists. All attempts to build the love of home into some kind of political order offend against the cosmopolitan uprootedness of the left intellectual. What is worse, they smack of nationalism, of xenophobia, of those fundamental distinctions between “us” and “them” which are the natural effect of settlement and which cause people to do and think the appalling things of which leftists so much disapprove. Thanks to the love of home people defend their country from its internal enemies (McCarthyism); they campaign against illegal immigration (xenophobia); they resist multiculturalism (racism) and insist on bringing up their children in their own ancestral faith (Christian fundamentalism). All the lamentable habits of Middle America can be seen as expressions of this single instinct, and all are under attack for that very reason.

Yet it is the love of home that provides the most effective motive on which the environmental movement can call—more effective even than the habit of aesthetic judgement. I think that leftists, over the years, have become aware of the greatest weakness in their philosophy, which is that the ordinary citizen has no motive to go along with it. He may have a grievance against the person who got the job he was aiming for; but that does not make him an advocate of “social justice”; he may be interested in contributing to sports facilities at the local school, but that does not mean that he wants the state to own the children or dictate what can be taught to them. On the whole his motives are as the conservative supposes them to be: love for his family and his home, and a desire to get along fine with the neighbors. This love of home spreads outwards to include his country, its customs, and its flag; and it is this outreach of the homing instinct, which will awaken him, when prompted, to the environmentalist’s cause. It is precisely because conservatism, in its political form, is a systematic defence of the nation and its future, that environmentalism is the natural conservative cause.

Many environmentalists on the left will acknowledge that local loyalties and local concerns must be given a proper place in our decision-making, if we are to counter the adverse effects of the global economy. But they will tend to baulk at the suggestion that local loyalty should be seen in national, rather than communitarian, terms. However, there is a very good reason for emphasizing nationality. For nations are communities with a political shape. They are predisposed to assert their sovereignty, by translating the common sentiment of belonging into collective decisions and self-imposed laws. Nationality is a form of territorial attachment. But it is also a protolegislative arrangement. And it is through developing this idea, of a territorial sentiment that contains the seeds of sovereignty within itself, that conservatives make their distinctive contribution to ecological thinking.

Rather than attempt to rectify environmental and social problems on the global level, conservatives seek local controls, and a reassertion of local sovereignty over known and managed environments. This means affirming the right of nations to self-government, and to the adoption of policies that will chime with local loyalties and sentiments of national pride. The attachment to territory and the desire to protect that territory from erosion and waste remain a powerful motive, and one that is presupposed in all demands for sacrifice that issue from the mouths of politicians. For this motive is the simple and powerful one, of love for one’s home.

Roger Scruton

Priest, "Parental Guidance"

Developing at Cultural Offering ...

You say I waste my life away, but I live it to the full
And how would you know anyway, you're just mister dull
Why don't you get into the things we do today
You could lose twenty years right away, so we say

We don't need no, no, no, no, parental guidance here

Every day you scream at me to turn the music low
Well if you keep on screaming, you'll make me deaf you know
You always chew me out, because I stay out late
Until your three-piece suit comes back in date, get one thing straight

There's no communication
I'm tired of explanation
Is this message getting through
You went through the same thing too
Don't you remember what it's like to lose control
Put on my jacket - before you get too old
Let's rock n' roll


This is the first time I've ever leaked a story.