Monthly Archives: July 2014

A Hortatory HEADACHE

Any honest assiduous reader must confess that looking too closely and too long at the object (s) of one’s desire can altogether cancel any beneficiary effect. [Please see previous post]. Tonight I wanted to give Thoreau and his self-righteous certitude … Continue reading

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Reading and Thinking – Consequent Amazements

I have currently undertaken two superficially antithetical parallel reading pursuits: re-savoring Thoreau’s WALDEN and re-assaulting the difficult, luminous, thorny works of William Gass (once my mentor at a writers conference). I suppose one is the antidote to the other and … Continue reading

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“I will drink life to the lees” – Tennyson’s “Ulysses”

Poor Tennyson, like so many of the Victorians today, he can come across as pompous, grandiose, even corny.  Or, worse, quaint. That is our loss, I think, and a result of our own myopia and a contraction of our brains … Continue reading

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Is Digital Reading Eroding Our Ability to Think and Reason?

“READING IS A BRIDGE TO THOUGHT” –  close reading, that is…. This is a very interesting article from the New Yorker that validates an intuition and suspicion I’ve had for a while, and it’s something that’s been needling me for … Continue reading

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Word Crimes – “The Movie” Cute, Clever!

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Perilous Times for Books and Those Who Love Them

Publishers, authors and readers who have any sense need to turn around, tell Amazon to take a hike, and figure out what really makes sense. This doesn’t as presently configured. FEED THE BEAST (OR ELSE) New York Times, July 13, … Continue reading

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Into the Silver Dawn -“All in green went my love riding” – e.e. cummings

  I’m on a poetry trip here lately, and not that I go looking for trouble, or even that I am actually reading poetry (that’s a trap and routine buster for me, to tell the truth, everything inconsequential – not … Continue reading

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