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“Dirge Without Music,” poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay https://www.poetryfoundation.org I’m attracted to the elegiac mode. This poem is formal, but with half-rhyming that doesn’t chime: “crowned” with “resigned,” for example. The speaker quarrels with how we handle death.
I’m happy to learn there’s an institution in France named the Banditry Repression Brigade. It handles art theft. Mentioned in an article in The Guardian by Kim Willsher, 4-4-18. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)
“Abe has not been able to shake allegations that his government gave huge discounts in land sales to two education institutions linked to associates *of he* and his wife, *and then* tried to cover up the links.” (Washington Post, 4-16-18) … Continue reading
Spunk McGruder was Athletic Director when Don Bob Rooke quarterbacked us to Bi-District. The Stags had the Fearsome Foursome on the line: Chance Purvis, Boog Jeeters, Colt McGruder, and Skeeter Muncie. Not one of those boys went on to play … Continue reading
Giles and Trevor depart the suite of rooms they share in University College at 4:03 p.m. destined for their 5-o’clock rendezvous for high tea with Felicity and Nigella 30 kilometres thence. Giles’s vintage Morgan will average 44.2 kilometres per hour … Continue reading
Sontag: “When suffering and pleasure are experienced vicariously, people can afford to be intense.” [Porno] Excessive susceptibility to the visual; is this the most “intellectual” of the senses? Ortega: “La dirección en que el ver va diferenciándose del palpar consiste … Continue reading
… We’ll have sex if you love me. Or: We’ve had sex; how can you not love me? Or: We love each other; let’s marry so we can close the deal in bed. Or: My self-respect is so down; I … Continue reading
Abstraction: flight from interpretation: return the sensual to art (music as well). The person who violently and persistently jars his senses with drugs, sex, food, is the opposite of voluptuous; he is frigid. The capacity for sensuality is in inverse … Continue reading
“Lurchingly?
I’ve read and admired Peter Schjedahl’s writings about art in the New Yorker for years. His recent article is entitled “The Lurchingly Uneven Portraits of Paul Cezanne” (New Yorker, April 9, 2018). The piece is unhelpful to me as an … Continue reading →