The Mazeppist

A Transgressive Transcendentalist manifesto.

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Part Irish, part Dervish, ecstatic humanist, critical Modernist, transgressive Transcendentalist.

Saturday, September 28, 2019

Istanbul In Autumn



Saturday, September 21, 2019

Coincidentia Oppositorum



Thursday, September 19, 2019

One Must Imagine...



Wednesday, September 18, 2019

The Healing



Sunday, September 15, 2019

Re-Readings



Re-reading Tillich returns me to the Existentialists--and that means, among others (but not least among them), Albert Camus.



The Cheerful Nihilist sings with Eliot:

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.




Saturday, September 14, 2019

wabi sabi



Friday, September 13, 2019

There's Always Beauty



When you grow tired of trying to nail down the truth, or even the good, there's always beauty.

Sunday, September 08, 2019

Autumn Winds



In a world of universal poverty/The philosophers alone will be fat/Against the autumn winds/In an autumn that will be perpetual.

~ Wallace Stevens

Saturday, September 07, 2019

Paul Tillich Resources



Here.

Friday, September 06, 2019

But God Rejoices



But God rejoices more over one true lover than over a thousand hirelings or mercenaries.

~ Theologia Germanica, Ch. 38

Thursday, September 05, 2019

A Man And His Books



Jean-Paul Sartre

Wednesday, September 04, 2019

As The Evening Rain Falls



My life may appear melancholy,
But traveling through this world
I have entrusted myself to heaven.
In my sack, a couple of quarts of rice;
By the hearth, a bundle of firewood.
If someone asks what is the mark of enlightenment
or illusion,
I cannot say--wealth and honor are nothing but dust.
As the evening rain falls I sit in my hermitage
And stretch out both feet in answer
.

~ Ryokan, 19th century.
Tr. John Stevens (slightly altered)

Tuesday, September 03, 2019

Debussy - Arabesque No.1 and No.2

Sunday, September 01, 2019

wabi-sabi



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