The most melancholy and therefore most human season of the year is the fall. As the leaves begin to take on hues of gold, crimson, auburn, we find our souls recalling the brevity of existence. Life is most intense in the autumn.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Autumnal events
The most melancholy and therefore most human season of the year is the fall. As the leaves begin to take on hues of gold, crimson, auburn, we find our souls recalling the brevity of existence. Life is most intense in the autumn.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Lost in Translation
http://linear1.org/gm/archives/00000007.php
Saturday, August 22, 2009
August dog days
August is a bittersweet time. I finally have some time with no teaching responsibilities and yet, fall semester looms around the corner and so I find myself preparing readings, notes and files for the fall semester. Anyone who thinks that college faculty have an easy schedule never taught with all the background stuff that needs to go on. Of course, every semester brings fresh hope that I might do a better job and get one person excited about philosophy. I certainly try.
Well, having gotten my whining over, I will turn to a more cheerful subject. Julie and Julia is a delightful movie with the amazing Meryl Streep, the actress par excellence of our time. A delightful set of parallel stories that works quite nicely. Highyl recommend it. It almost made me want to learn how to cook, almost.
Included here for your viewing pleasure is a shot at Saratoga. A race day that will go down in infamy as I lost virtually all my money on every race. You would think the law of odds would have come out at least once for me!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Hektor Protector Contemplates the world
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Death comes to a Tree
The Story of Erysichthon
Ovid tells the terrible story of King Erysichton who orders his men to chop down a tree sacred to Demeter. Even the workers quake and try to dissuade him. He runs the main dissenter through with his sword and the rest, trembling, cut the tree down, the majestic, beautiful tree. The dryads scream in agony. Demeter sees and sends Hunger to inhabit Erysichthon's innards. As he sleeps she hovers over him; he breathes her in and he awakes with an insatiable hunger. He cannot stop eating and yet wastes away. Later he sells his young daughter into prostitution in order to buy more food. She manages to transform into an animal and escape. But he sees a business opportunity and sells her again and again.
In the end he ate himself. Demeter has spoken. When man destroys the natural world, he destroys himself.
Now today I witnessed a terrible murder. A gigantic fir tree, decades old, was cut down on the order of my new neighbors in Saint James. This tree was the first to catch the snow in winter, feel the wind as it coursed through our small town, shade my house from the summer sun. Now there is only a gapping hole where it had stood. The side of their house stands exposed in all it mundane banality. The power saws have been churning away for 12 hours and they drowned out the screams of the living being that was killed.
May Demeter note this act of hubris. this act of outrage. May she find a way to remind these sad little people that the earth is all we have...