Monthly Archives: June 2012
As it happens, I too have an interest in reading religious spectacles, like Rush concerts for instance. Advertisements
Just ordered a volume of the selected works of John Wilmot, the Earl of Rochester. He’s the real thing you know. His love of vice is so extreme it’s close to sanctity in its intensity and purity. I may write … Continue reading
Hell, I’m on my 25th chance.
Thoreau knew little enough about life. That he never tasted its marrow I am certain. ***** To be in the ‘99%’ it suffices to have all the vices of the ‘1%’, and none of their virtues. *****
So, this production of The Tempest was not better than Prometheus. Recall that as the storm passes, Miranda says, If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it … Continue reading
Sartre writes in Being and Nothingness that ‘knowing is a modality of having.’ That phrase holds a world of loss and error. Knowing, of course, is a modality of loving. Until we remember that we will remain in hell.