Someone, and no matter who, inhabits my head like it’s an empty house, he enters, he leaves, he bangs each door behind him, powerless I put up with this ruckus. Someone, and maybe it’s me, palms my most private thoughts, he crumples them, returns them to dust. Someone, and it’s much later now, slowly walks…
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Continue to be and do not to perish: Poet T.E. Hulme and Learning to Abide
The Embankment By T. E. Hulme Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy, In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement. Now see I That warmth’s the very stuff of poesy. Oh, God, make small The old star-eaten blanket of the sky, That I may fold it round me and in comfort…
So what is your poem about?
In “The Well Wrought Urn” — that well-known and well-wrought book of literary criticism — Cleanth Brooks described what he called “the heresy of paraphrase.” The main idea — that efforts at paraphrasing poetry into prose fail in ways that parallel attempts for prose do not — was not new. It has been generally agreed…
The only acceptable time to use the term ‘Tea Party.’
Let me simply say this, regarding the Tea Party Andy: They are offensively misusing the term ‘Team Party.’ And that’s completely unacceptable. Tea Parties are not about large groups of white people gathering together to complain angrily about something they can’t fully articulate. The only acceptable time to use the term ‘Tea Party,’ is when…
Political Warfare, Baudrillard and the Hyper-Real Debt Crisis
The debate we have just witnessed has shown Washington, D.C. not just to be broken, but corrupt. The American people are disgusted watching politicians play political chicken with the nation’s economy and future. In such a bitter and unprincipled atmosphere, whoever has the political clout to enforce their self-interest and retain their privileges wins the…
Juhan Liiv: Poety of Great Depth and Mystery
Music It must be somewhere, the orginal harmony, somewhere in great nature, hidden. Is it in the furious infintie, in distant stars’ orbits, is it in the sun’s scorn, in a tiny flower, in treegossip, in heartmusic’s mothersong or in tears? It must be somewhere, immortality, somewhere the original harmony must be found: how else…
Making Bold Statements And Being Totally Right
I think every bold statement we’ve ever made Should be qualified by the words, “I think” or “That’s how I see it right now,” or “But I could be wrong,” or “Maybe.” After all, how many times now Has it been brought to light That we were at least partly wrong When we knew for…
Killing Creativity With More of The Same Old Same Old
Groups in which people are very similar tend to get along well. They don’t disagree, they don’t cause any trouble and they are frequently low in creativity. If you want to make sure that creativity is kept to a minimum then reduce the diversity in groups. In contrast when teams are made up of people…
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The Fable of The Angel and The Onion by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
It’s only a story, but it’s a nice story. I used to hear it when I was a child from Matryona, my cook, who is still with me. It’s like this. Once upon a time there was a peasant woman and a very wicked woman she was. And she died and did not leave a…