Yuja Wang plays Prokofiev : Piano Sonata No. 6, Opus 82 [HD]

Autumn Beguiles the Fatalist

 A pear should come to the table popped with juice,/Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms/Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist. ~ Wallace Stevens

Ezra Pound

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John Frame MMVI -- MMXI

Sapporo

 

Essaouira

 

Between Farewell and the Absence of Farewell

 

Between farewell and the absence of farewell,/The final mercy and the final loss,/The wind and the sudden falling of the wind. 

                                                                ~Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens

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

Kazin's Journals

“…I always thought of literature as the prime form of education, and that the content of the great books seemed to me as a matter of course the direct content of life….It was not so much the great books, or the supposed masterpieces, but what went on between writer and reader as a form of transmission that somehow had in it the possibility of human regeneration, of action toward some resolution of the eternal problems of life. To read was, comic as it may seem, to engage in a virtuous action, to be in touch with minds so much more experienced and better trained and gifted than yourself. AFTER ALL, READING PLATO WAS LISTENING TO SOCRATES, even being interrogated by him….Reading the Iliad was to undergo all the horrors of hand to hand combat in war, and to read the Odyssey was like skirting just above sea level in the Mediterranean, while to read Anna Karenina was to fall in love with the most radiant if undependable of women….And so it went…the Milton epigraph above the entrance to 315 [the NYPL]…A GOOD BOOK IS THE LIFE BLOOD OF A MASTER SPIRIT, and somehow you entered that.” 

                                            ~ Alfred Kazin, September 9, 1991

Vase with Gladioli and Chinese Asters

 

Remembering Rorty

                                                     Conversational Philosophy.

Chai

 

Carpets

 

Waleed Yassin

 

Vincent

 

Faulkner House Books, New Orleans

 

The Castaway

 He saw God's foot upon the treadle of the loom, and spoke it; and therefore his shipmates called him mad.

                                            ~ Herman Melville, Moby-Dick.

Thomas Pavel, "The History of the Novel"

Defining the Humanities: The History of the Novel

The Inner Landscape

 

O' Caritas