Saturday, July 11, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
"People are focused on other matters: personal health, spiritual health, wellness, diet, living longer, and the vast related matter of the health of the planet. Zen, yoga and the soul have trumped the means of production. Of course, wellness in turn raises the issues of climate change and energy consumption, questions that have considerable political content but are not political at their core. The political century has given way to the personal century."
- Roger Cohen, NYT
Saturday, May 30, 2015
"You shouldn't listen to anybody.... Life is so varied and multi-layered that no two lives are the same, so anyone who thinks they can tell you how to live is talking out of their backside. There's only one you, and most people in their heart know the right path to choose – they only go wrong because they've listened to other people's advice."
- Thea Gilmore
Saturday, March 7, 2015
- Vadim Shershenevich, from Two Final Words
Sunday, March 1, 2015
the entire universe does not contain a Capri.
But Capri exists.
From the shining of blooms
the whole island is like a woman in a pink bonnet.
- Vladimir Mayakovsky (translated by Alex Cigale)
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
- J.R.R. Tolkien, from Ainulindale: The Music of the Ainur
Sunday, September 28, 2014
When Mark Twain died, in 1910, one of the magnificos who paid public tribute to him was William H. Taft, then President of the United States. "Mark Twain," said Dr. Taft, "gave real intellectual enjoyment to millions, and his works will continue to give such pleasure to millions yet to come. He never wrote a line that a father could not read to a daughter."
The usual polite flubdub and not to be exposed, perhaps, to critical analysis. But it was, in a sense, typical of the general view at that time, and so it deserves to be remembered for the fatuous inaccuracy of the judgment in it. For Mark Twain dead is beginning to show far different and more brilliant colors than those he seemed to wear during life, and the one thing no sane critic would say of him to-day is that he was the harmless fireside jester, the mellow chautauquan, the amiable old grandpa of letters that he was once so widely thought to be.
The truth is that Mark was almost exactly the reverse. Instead of being a mere entertainer of the mob, he was in fact a literary artist of the very highest skill and sophistication, and, in all save his superficial aspect, quite unintelligible to Dr. Taft's millions. And instead of being a sort of Dr. Frank Crane in cap and bells, laboriously devoted to the obvious and the uplifting, he was a destructive satirist of the utmost pungency and relentlessness, and the most bitter critic of American platitude and delusion, whether social, political or religious, that ever lived.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
- Emma Goldman, from Made for America (1897)