Monday, March 09, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-13 The Inferno
Canto 24 continued: Gil Bailie's poem Codicil
Friday, March 06, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-12 The Inferno
Canto 24 continued: fame leaves a vestige of oneself on earth. The instinct to leave evidence.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-11 The Inferno
Canto 24 - Nearing the pit of Hell Dante is exhausted but Vergil urges him on to achieve fame.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-10 The Inferno
Hypocrisy continued - with reference to Arnold Toynbee and mimesis.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Valentine's Day - Thoughts on love
I do not claim to know what love is, nor would I know how to love. But, like pornography, I know it when I see it. In my attempts at love all I see are hypocritical ineptitude and clumsiness, often swathed in a cloying and selfish romantic sentimentality. This has been my lot since adolescence.
In college I was introduced to the works of the Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard. In the preface to his book Works of Love
I read this:
Then, last year I came across the following quote from St. Augustine:
In college I was introduced to the works of the Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard. In the preface to his book Works of Love
These are Christian reflections; therefore they are not about love but about the works of love.
These are reflections on the works of love - not as if hereby all love's works were mentioned and described - far from it, nor even as if a single one described were described once and for all - God be praised, far from it! That which in its vast abundance is essentially inexhaustible is also essentially indescribable in its smallest act, simply because essentially it is everywhere wholly present and essentially cannot be described.In this book Kierkegaard reflects on the strangeness, yet appropriateness, of being commanded to love - on the Christian duty to love - to love God, to love our neighbor, and to love ourselves. While this is certainly not romantic, he believes it is what saves the Christian from despair. It saved me. (Aspects of this despair can be seen in the current movie 'Birdman' which involves the Raymond Carver short story "What we talk about when we talk about love".)
Then, last year I came across the following quote from St. Augustine:
Don't you go drawing back from your God; love your God. You're always saying to him, "Give me this and give me that"; say to him sometimes, "Give me yourself." If you love him, love him for nothing, don't be a shameless soul. You wouldn't be pleased with your wife, if she loved your gold, if the reason she loved you was that you had given her gold, given her a fine dress, given her a splendid villa, given her a special slave, given her a handsome eunuch; because if these were the things she loved about you, she wouldn't be loving you. Don't rejoice in such love as that; an adulterer, very often, can give more. You want your wife to love you for nothing, and you in tum want to sell your faith to God? "Because I believe in you"; you say to your God, "give me gold." Aren't you ashamed?
You've put your faith up for auction; notice its price. That's not what it’s worth, it isn't to be valued in gold or silver, that's not what your faith is worth. It has a huge price tag; God himself is its price. Love him, and love him freely, for nothing. You see, if you love him on account of something else, you aren't loving him at all. You mustn't want him for the sake of anything else, but whatever else you want you must love for his sake, so that everything else may be referred to love of him, not so that he may be referred to other loves, but that he may be preferred to other loves. Love him, love him freely, for nothing.Happy Valentine's Day!
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Friday, February 13, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-8 The Inferno
Canto 23 - a change of tone and the hypocrites.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Sunday, February 08, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-6 The Inferno
The gargoyle cantos 21 & 22: Where the grafters are punished.
Friday, February 06, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-5 The Inferno
End of Canto 20 - final thoughts on the Annunciation. Cantos 21 & 22 - called the gargoyle cantos - bring a change of mood.
Monday, February 02, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-4 The Inferno
The Annunciation and knowing the future - continued
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Friday, January 30, 2015
Winter 2015 Newsletter
Since Gil finished adding material to the manuscript last
year he has worked on weaving its themes into a coherent whole. One of the best
investments he made was a computer with sufficient resources to open the entire
text in one file so that searches could be made of the entire corpus of the
manuscript. Mindful of the length (in pages) of the project it became clear
that some trimming would be necessary to bring the text into a manageable size.
Multiple complete reads of the text, with ‘scalpel’ in hand, over the past few
months have resulted in significant progress on this front. Pieces retrieved
from the cutting room floor may prove useful in possible future presentations.
There remains the final touches and edits and then, as I
believe W H Auden said about finishing a poem,…the author abandons it. Casting
the text on the waters of possible publishers will bring relief of one kind and
anxiety of another…the wait. Fortunately, there are plenty of things to keep us
busy. In April Gil will be on the road again giving presentations in San
Antonio Texas and in Lafayette Indiana. We envision other venues as well but
for now this is all we have on the calendar (details will follow in a later
newsletter). In July the Colloquium on Violence and Religion conference is
being held in St. Louis and Gil is toying with the idea of making a
presentation at that venue. If a publisher finds the manuscript of interest no
doubt there will be some discussion regarding edits, title, etc that will take
thought and attention.
One of the matters a prospective publisher takes into
consideration these days is the availability of the text under consideration
via other formats whether digital or audio. Because of this we will be taking
down our member’s only Scriptorium web site soon. This will actually be part of
a larger overhaul of our web presence discussed below.
The scope of matters brought forth in the course of the
manuscript is vast, as those who have availed themselves of the Scriptorium
website’s draft installments over the past five years have seen. Gil mentioned
recently that he ends the text with a kind of hymn to the Eucharist in which all
is bound together. As I listened to him express this I was reminded of a
response Leonard Cohen made last year in an interview when asked about his
songwriting. He said, “If I knew where the good songs come from I’d go there
more often. [Songwriting] is much like the life of a Catholic nun. You’re
married to a mystery.” I’m pretty sure Gil’s manuscript will not be set to
music. But for those whose experience of life encompasses a sacramental
understanding of life’s every aspect this comes very close to saying it all.
One of the quotes being considering for the preface to
the text is, naturally, from Hans Urs von Balthasar:
Jesus Christ is called Alpha and Omega: he has not only bound us back to our lost beginning, the Father, but has also set us in motion toward his absolute future. He alone is the force that binds together the beginning and the end, the force that can reconcile in itself, as the higher third, the two divergent world views: past and future
Upcoming changes to the website…
In the coming weeks we will be taking down our member’s only
Scriptorium website (www.cfmembers.net) and
then moving our main Cornerstone Forum website to a new hosting company. In the
process the site will be offline for a short time. It is being redesigned with
the intention of making it more user friendly. Our weblog will also be
integrated into the site so there will only be one website address for all of
our ongoing content (except for any social media outlets we might use). Our
current website has served us well for over ten years. It will take us all some
time to get used to the new regime once it is in place. And there will, of
course, be glitches that will need to be worked out. We ask for your patience
with this process.
Because over the past years we proposed giving access to our
Scriptorium site to anyone making a minimum donation of $5/month or $60/year,
and we continue to be helped in our work by many who took advantage of this; we
are now making this minimum level of support include as a benefit the
downloadable MP3 audio files we make available each month to our donors.
And as ever, thank you!
We are very grateful for all who find our work of value and assist us with their material support, encouragement and prayers. We could not do our work without your help.
Gil Bailie and
Randy Coleman-Riese
And as ever, thank you!
We are very grateful for all who find our work of value and assist us with their material support, encouragement and prayers. We could not do our work without your help.
Gil Bailie and
Randy Coleman-Riese
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-3 The Inferno
The Annunciation and knowing the future -
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Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-2 The Inferno
Fate and Amphiareus (one of the seven against Thebes). The only god you can meet in a predictable universe is a false one.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-1 The Inferno
Canto 20 - reflections on Moses and the burning bush. He learns God's name, or does he? Moses encounters one who will not be determined.
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Thursday, January 15, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-10 The Inferno
While the universe may be viewed as evolving or progressing it is better understood as fundamentally an Incarnating cosmos. Also, while there are may be legitimate and practical concerns for the future, when our focus is on determining or knowing the future we miss our proper orientation to the intersection of time with the timeless.
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Monday, January 12, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-9 The Inferno
The intersection of time and timelessness will happen only in the presence of the human mind.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-8 The Inferno
Continuing with TS Eliot's Dry Salvages from The Four Quartets...viewed at a close commentary on Canto XX of The Inferno. Preoccupation with the past and/or future is a sign of small 'h' hope. Whereas in the mystery of timelessness in the midst of each individual person's history is found the virtue of Hope, and the purview of the saint.
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint—
No occupation either, but something given
And taken, in a lifetime's death in love,
Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-7 The Inferno
...the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender spray Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret, Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened. And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back.TS Eliot, Dry Salvages
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Reprise of a Girard Christmas Card
Four years ago René Girard was interviewed by Peter Robinson, research fellow at the Hoover Institution, for their Uncommon Knowledge weblog. We have every Christmas since then excerpted a short piece from the end of that interview where Mr. Robinson asks René to reflect on the Christmas narratives from the gospels.
René Girard was born on December 25, 1923. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas!
Monday, December 08, 2014
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-6 The Inferno
As long as we can conjure up little facile reasons for hanging on to the small 'h' hope we would never come into the larger dimension HOPE.
"There is no end but addition, the trailingTS Eliot - The Dry Salvages
Consequence of further days and hours:
While emotion takes to itself the emotionless
Years of living among the breakage
Of what was believed in as the most reliable—
And therefore the fittest for renunciation."
Thursday, December 04, 2014
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-5 The Inferno
TS Eliot's Dry Salvages (one of the Four Quartets) is a running commentary on Canto 20 of the Inferno. Demolishing hope (with a small h) so that the theological virtue of Hope could come into its proper place.
Tuesday, December 02, 2014
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-4 The Inferno
The 'eleventh hour' is the temporal dimension that is appropriate to religious life, not the present, the past or the future. It is the 'eleventh hour' that is worthy of our religious longing and hope.
Friday, November 28, 2014
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-3 The Inferno
In the early nineteenth century G. W. F. Hegel introduced the 'divinization' of history and an intellectual concern to control or know the future. This is contrasted with Martin Buber's understanding of 'magic' - the attempt to have a religious life without having a relationship to God. Truth cannot be known, only encountered. William Stafford's poem "Glances".
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Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-2 The Inferno
The future is the only transcendental value for men without a godAlbert Camus
Friday, November 21, 2014
Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-1 The Inferno
With this post we begin posting episodic excerpts from Gil Bailie's archival materials again. For the next long while these will be from Gil's 1984 24 cassette tape series on Dante's Divine Comedy which are being transfered into digital format. If you are interested in obtaining the complete MP3s finished so far please visit our webstore by following this link.
Those visitors who have shared contact information with us over the past years will likely in the days before Thanksgiving receive our annual Fall Appeal. We try to limit our fundraising appeals to once a year, and ask that you look kindly on our request for support for the coming year. If you are a new visitor to our weblog and want to learn more about our work please follow this link to our website.
In early 2015 Gil Bailie hopes to have the manuscript he has been working on lo these past four years in the hands of a prospective publisher. There will no doubt still be much work to be done. But when that happens we expect to see Gil back on the road. He has had to pass on numerous offers of speaking opportunities over the past few years in order to keep his focus on the manuscript. Next year that will change. If a publisher finds this manuscript worthy of publication we expect there will be some promotional trips involved following its debut. We will keep those interested in our work appraised of these events.
Thanksgiving blessings to all!
Sunday, June 01, 2014
The Self and its Sources Revisited
For those who have availed themselves of the Self and its Sources audio materials posted on this blog, the June 2014 edition of The Atlantic has an interesting essay by William Deresiewicz entitled "How the Novel made the Modern World". This piece reviews two recent scholarly books on the novel. Considering that Gil Bailie's 'reflections on the art of the novel' were done over 20 years ago it is intriguing to read echoes of his analysis in this essay.
It also includes this humorous critique of academic prose:
It also includes this humorous critique of academic prose:
Buell (the author of one of the books under consideration), whose careful terror seems to be the possibility of saying something politically incorrect—the book does so much posturing, you think it’s going to throw its back out—appears to have absorbed every piety in the contemporary critical hymnal. You can see him fairly bowing to them in his introduction, as if by way of ritual preparation. There they are, propitiated one by one—Ethnicity, Globalism, Anti-Canonicity, Anti-Essentialism—like idols in the corners of a temple.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Saying goodbye to Mary's month
This is the last day of May, Mary's month. While this web-log, "Reflections on Faith and Culture", has been dormant for the past while I have been working on bringing Gil Bailie's Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy into the digital age. This is a series of 24 presentations he recorded in the mid-1980's. It was made at a time when Gil first became aware of the work of René Girard and before his own thinking and work were transformed by that encounter. One of the things a listener to these talks will hear is Gil's use of the poems of other poets as a foil for the poetry of Dante. So, in this vein, I am offering a few poems that have been companions in my journey through this past month of May.
The May Magnificat
May is Mary's month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why:
Her feasts follow reason,
Dated due to season-
Candlemas, Lady Day;
But the Lady Month, May,
Why fasten that upon her,
With a feasting in her honour?
Is it only its being brighter
Than the most are must delight her?
Is it opportunest
And flowers finds soonest?
Ask of her, the mighty mother:
Her reply puts this other
Question: What is Spring?-
Growth in every thing-
Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
Grass and greenworld all together;
Star-eyed strawberry-breasted
Throstle above her nested
Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell.
All things rising, all things sizing
Mary sees, sympathising
With that world of good,
Nature's motherhood.
Their magnifying of each its kind
With delight calls to mind
How she did in her stored
Magnify the Lord.
Well but there was more than this:
Spring's universal bliss
Much, had much to say
To offering Mary May.
When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple
Bloom lights the orchard-apple
And thicket and thorp are merry
With silver-surfed cherry
And azuring-over greybell makes
Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes
And magic cuckoocall
Caps, clears, and clinches all-
This ecstasy all through mothering earth
Tells Mary her mirth till Christ's birth
To remember and exultation
In God who was her salvation.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
The Blessed Virgin Compared to the Air We Breathe
Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
That each eyelash or hair
Girdles; goes home betwixt
The fleeciest, frailest-flixed
Snowflake; that ’s fairly mixed
With, riddles, and is rife
In every least thing’s life;
This needful, never spent,
And nursing element;
My more than meat and drink,
My meal at every wink;
This air, which, by life’s law,
My lung must draw and draw
Now but to breathe its praise,
Minds me in many ways
Of her who not only
Gave God’s infinity
Dwindled to infancy
Welcome in womb and breast,
Birth, milk, and all the rest
But mothers each new grace
That does now reach our race—
Mary Immaculate,
Merely a woman, yet
Whose presence, power is
Great as no goddess’s
Was deemèd, dreamèd; who
This one work has to do—
Let all God’s glory through,
God’s glory which would go
Through her and from her flow
Off, and no way but so.
I say that we are wound
With mercy round and round
As if with air: the same
Is Mary, more by name.
She, wild web, wondrous robe,
Mantles the guilty globe,
Since God has let dispense
Her prayers his providence:
Nay, more than almoner,
The sweet alms’ self is her
And men are meant to share
Her life as life does air.
If I have understood,
She holds high motherhood
Towards all our ghostly good
And plays in grace her part
About man’s beating heart,
Laying, like air’s fine flood,
The deathdance in his blood;
Yet no part but what will
Be Christ our Saviour still.
Of her flesh he took flesh:
He does take fresh and fresh,
Though much the mystery how,
Not flesh but spirit now
And makes, O marvellous!
New Nazareths in us,
Where she shall yet conceive
Him, morning, noon, and eve;
New Bethlems, and he born
There, evening, noon, and morn—
Bethlem or Nazareth,
Men here may draw like breath
More Christ and baffle death;
Who, born so, comes to be
New self and nobler me
In each one and each one
More makes, when all is done,
Both God’s and Mary’s Son.
Again, look overhead
How air is azurèd;
O how! nay do but stand
Where you can lift your hand
Skywards: rich, rich it laps
Round the four fingergaps.
Yet such a sapphire-shot,
Charged, steepèd sky will not
Stain light. Yea, mark you this:
It does no prejudice.
The glass-blue days are those
When every colour glows,
Each shape and shadow shows.
Blue be it: this blue heaven
The seven or seven times seven
Hued sunbeam will transmit
Perfect, not alter it.
Or if there does some soft,
On things aloof, aloft,
Bloom breathe, that one breath more
Earth is the fairer for.
Whereas did air not make
This bath of blue and slake
His fire, the sun would shake,
A blear and blinding ball
With blackness bound, and all
The thick stars round him roll
Flashing like flecks of coal,
Quartz-fret, or sparks of salt,
In grimy vasty vault.
So God was god of old:
A mother came to mould
Those limbs like ours which are
What must make our daystar
Much dearer to mankind;
Whose glory bare would blind
Or less would win man’s mind.
Through her we may see him
Made sweeter, not made dim,
And her hand leaves his light
Sifted to suit our sight.
Be thou then, O thou dear
Mother, my atmosphere;
My happier world, wherein
To wend and meet no sin;
Above me, round me lie
Fronting my froward eye
With sweet and scarless sky;
Stir in my ears, speak there
Of God’s love, O live air,
Of patience, penance, prayer:
World-mothering air, air wild,
Wound with thee, in thee isled,
Fold home, fast fold thy child.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
VISITATION
It was still easy for her in the beginning,
only when climbing she would
be aware of her heavy womb, -
and then she stood, breathing,
on the Jewish mountains. But not the land
spread about her, but her fullness; and
while walking she knew: nowhere
was there such fullness as hers.
And she felt compelled to feel with her hand
the womb of hers who was further along.
Toward each other they swayingly stepped
and caressed the dress and the hair.
Each woman was filled with sacred life
and safe and at ease with the relative.
And though the savior was hardly in bloom,
the Baptist in the cousin’s womb
already jumped for joy.
Rainer Maria Rilke
The May Magnificat
May is Mary's month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why:
Her feasts follow reason,
Dated due to season-
Candlemas, Lady Day;
But the Lady Month, May,
Why fasten that upon her,
With a feasting in her honour?
Is it only its being brighter
Than the most are must delight her?
Is it opportunest
And flowers finds soonest?
Ask of her, the mighty mother:
Her reply puts this other
Question: What is Spring?-
Growth in every thing-
Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
Grass and greenworld all together;
Star-eyed strawberry-breasted
Throstle above her nested
Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell.
All things rising, all things sizing
Mary sees, sympathising
With that world of good,
Nature's motherhood.
Their magnifying of each its kind
With delight calls to mind
How she did in her stored
Magnify the Lord.
Well but there was more than this:
Spring's universal bliss
Much, had much to say
To offering Mary May.
When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple
Bloom lights the orchard-apple
And thicket and thorp are merry
With silver-surfed cherry
And azuring-over greybell makes
Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes
And magic cuckoocall
Caps, clears, and clinches all-
This ecstasy all through mothering earth
Tells Mary her mirth till Christ's birth
To remember and exultation
In God who was her salvation.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
The Blessed Virgin Compared to the Air We Breathe
Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
That each eyelash or hair
Girdles; goes home betwixt
The fleeciest, frailest-flixed
Snowflake; that ’s fairly mixed
With, riddles, and is rife
In every least thing’s life;
This needful, never spent,
And nursing element;
My more than meat and drink,
My meal at every wink;
This air, which, by life’s law,
My lung must draw and draw
Now but to breathe its praise,
Minds me in many ways
Of her who not only
Gave God’s infinity
Dwindled to infancy
Welcome in womb and breast,
Birth, milk, and all the rest
But mothers each new grace
That does now reach our race—
Mary Immaculate,
Merely a woman, yet
Whose presence, power is
Great as no goddess’s
Was deemèd, dreamèd; who
This one work has to do—
Let all God’s glory through,
God’s glory which would go
Through her and from her flow
Off, and no way but so.
I say that we are wound
With mercy round and round
As if with air: the same
Is Mary, more by name.
She, wild web, wondrous robe,
Mantles the guilty globe,
Since God has let dispense
Her prayers his providence:
Nay, more than almoner,
The sweet alms’ self is her
And men are meant to share
Her life as life does air.
If I have understood,
She holds high motherhood
Towards all our ghostly good
And plays in grace her part
About man’s beating heart,
Laying, like air’s fine flood,
The deathdance in his blood;
Yet no part but what will
Be Christ our Saviour still.
Of her flesh he took flesh:
He does take fresh and fresh,
Though much the mystery how,
Not flesh but spirit now
And makes, O marvellous!
New Nazareths in us,
Where she shall yet conceive
Him, morning, noon, and eve;
New Bethlems, and he born
There, evening, noon, and morn—
Bethlem or Nazareth,
Men here may draw like breath
More Christ and baffle death;
Who, born so, comes to be
New self and nobler me
In each one and each one
More makes, when all is done,
Both God’s and Mary’s Son.
Again, look overhead
How air is azurèd;
O how! nay do but stand
Where you can lift your hand
Skywards: rich, rich it laps
Round the four fingergaps.
Yet such a sapphire-shot,
Charged, steepèd sky will not
Stain light. Yea, mark you this:
It does no prejudice.
The glass-blue days are those
When every colour glows,
Each shape and shadow shows.
Blue be it: this blue heaven
The seven or seven times seven
Hued sunbeam will transmit
Perfect, not alter it.
Or if there does some soft,
On things aloof, aloft,
Bloom breathe, that one breath more
Earth is the fairer for.
Whereas did air not make
This bath of blue and slake
His fire, the sun would shake,
A blear and blinding ball
With blackness bound, and all
The thick stars round him roll
Flashing like flecks of coal,
Quartz-fret, or sparks of salt,
In grimy vasty vault.
So God was god of old:
A mother came to mould
Those limbs like ours which are
What must make our daystar
Much dearer to mankind;
Whose glory bare would blind
Or less would win man’s mind.
Through her we may see him
Made sweeter, not made dim,
And her hand leaves his light
Sifted to suit our sight.
Be thou then, O thou dear
Mother, my atmosphere;
My happier world, wherein
To wend and meet no sin;
Above me, round me lie
Fronting my froward eye
With sweet and scarless sky;
Stir in my ears, speak there
Of God’s love, O live air,
Of patience, penance, prayer:
World-mothering air, air wild,
Wound with thee, in thee isled,
Fold home, fast fold thy child.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
VISITATION
It was still easy for her in the beginning,
only when climbing she would
be aware of her heavy womb, -
and then she stood, breathing,
on the Jewish mountains. But not the land
spread about her, but her fullness; and
while walking she knew: nowhere
was there such fullness as hers.
And she felt compelled to feel with her hand
the womb of hers who was further along.
Toward each other they swayingly stepped
and caressed the dress and the hair.
Each woman was filled with sacred life
and safe and at ease with the relative.
And though the savior was hardly in bloom,
the Baptist in the cousin’s womb
already jumped for joy.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Tuesday, February 18, 2014
From the Archives: Part 121 of The Self and its Sources
The end of the novel.
While Virginia Woolf was writing “The Waves”, TS Eliot was writing “Ash Wednesday”.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
From the Archives: Part 120 of The Self and its Sources
Bernard: a man without a self. The little light of dawn, seen as the Nietzsche's "eternal return", elicits a new desire to be tantalized and thwarted. The romanticism of death and nihilism
Friday, February 14, 2014
From the Archives: Part 119 of The Self and its Sources
Charles Taylor’s study of the modern self: the modern self insists on a position of subjectivity exclusively, to the extent that one can only refer to one’s self in the third person.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
From the Archives: Part 118 of The Self and it Sources
Bernard stands at the back of St. Paul’s cathedral ready to verify and inform curiosity. Unable to rise on the shaft of someone else’s prayer he returns to the bustling street, swinging his stick, flowing with the stream of consciousness.
Monday, February 10, 2014
From the Archives: Part 117 of The Self and its Sources
Bernard at St. Paul’s Cathedral. He has come to the right spot for Virginal Woolf to end the novel. Can she do it? Bernard’s knee-jerk antipathy for received truth. Compare to Kierkegaard’s ‘purity of heart is to will one thing’.
Saturday, February 08, 2014
From the Archives: Part 116 of The Self and its Sources
Studied nonchalance – the appearance of disinterest – pretending that one is not pretending. Hiding our lack of self-sufficiency
Thursday, February 06, 2014
From the Archives: Part 115 of The Self and its Sources
Virginia Woolf’s attempt to conclude the novel: Bernard seizes his chance. At rush hour he dashes to the barber. It is shriving time. The melodrama is played out in mirrors.
Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Sunday, February 02, 2014
From the Archives: Part 113 of The Self and its Sources
Great novels always spring from an obsession that has been transcended.– René Girard
Friday, January 31, 2014
From the Archives: Part 112 of The Self and its Sources
After Percival’s death Bernard sees with disillusioned clarity.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
From the Archives: Part 111 of The Self and its Sources
Will Bernard undergo a conversion, will the novel end coherently? Fixating on the details of Percival’s death renders Bernard unable to fully experience its effects. He again becomes entangled in the mimetic melodrama.
Monday, January 27, 2014
From the Archives: Part 110 of The Self and its Sources
Percival was structurally the ‘Lord’ in this novel and the resultant shock of his death provides an opportunity for a kind of conversion.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
From the Archives: Part 109 of The Self and its Sources
Bernard’s attempt at stabilization via marriage; joining the throngs of people as competitors and comrades in the daily round of life, into which suddenly crashes death, the death of Percival.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
From the Archives: Part 108 of The Self and its Sources
Can this novel be brought to a conclusion, can it come to an end, or is it just the last ripple of the waves, ‘petering out’? Virginia Woolf (in the voice of Bernard) is unable to find the “one true story, to which all of the other stories refer”.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
From the Archives: Part 107 of The Self and its Sources
Bernard:
“The sound of the chorus came across the water and I felt leap up that old impulse, which has moved me all my life, to be thrown up and down on the roar of other people's voices, singing the same song; to be tossed up and down on the roar of almost senseless merriment, sentiment, triumph, desire.”The difficulty of ending the novel.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
From the Archives: Part 106 of The Self and its Sources
The longing to be part of a grand procession that leads to the search for a messianic hope.
Friday, January 17, 2014
From the Archives: Part 105 of The Self and its Sources
The centripetal, sacrificial force of gravity that breaks apart social cohesion only to instill an ‘itch’ to return to a galvanizing experience that brings everyone together again.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
From the Archives: Part 104 of The Self and its Sources
Simone Weil: Gravity
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Monday, January 13, 2014
From the Archives: Part 103 of The Self and its Sources
The metaphor of Bernard buying a picture of Beethoven in a silver frame ... Trying to make a symphony from cacophony...magnificence from craziness.
St. John of the Cross –
God gives himself to us truly without ever changing faith into knowledge.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
From the Archives: Part 102 of The Self and its Sources
In the May 1993 New York Review of Books was published an article by Vaclav Havel entitled “The Post-Communist Nightmare” , this was the text of a speech he gave at George Washington University in April 1993.
NYRB link here.
This was replied to by Joseph Brodsky in personal letter published in NYRB a month later.
“… what you call “communism” was a breakdown of humanity, and not a political problem. It was a human problem, a problem of our species, and thus of a lingering nature. Neither as a writer nor, moreover, as a leader of a nation should you use terminology that obscures the reality of human evil—terminology, I should add, invented by evil to obscure its own reality. “
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Thursday, January 09, 2014
Tuesday, January 07, 2014
From the Archives: Part 100 of The Self and its Sources
The opposition of the conceptions of the success and perfection of the self and the escatological vision of history. An example from late 20th century China, Mao worship.
Sunday, January 05, 2014
From the Archives: Part 99 of The Self and its Sources
The search for meaning in history by viewing history as a long procession of magnificent human beings. A preoccupation with personality. (article by Helmut Koester in the Harvard Divinity Review - October 1985 Volume 78 Issue 3-4)
An alternative to an eschatological view, that history is moving in a direction.
Friday, January 03, 2014
From the Archives: Part 98 of the Self and its Sources
The search for a centering principle, ordering the identities of the characters of the novel.
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
From the Archives: Part 97 of The Self and its Sources
Imitation: positive or negative. The relation to the mediator
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Monday, December 30, 2013
From the Archives: Part 96 of The Self and its Sources
The madness of self-creation vis a vis the ‘other’. Girard: “It is the effort to leave the beaten path which forces everyone inevitably into the same ditch.”
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Saturday, December 28, 2013
From the Archives: Part 95 of The Self and its Sources
The story telling that takes place without a meta-narrative is designed to obliterate the one true story. Bernard, “I, who am always distracted, always make up a story and so obliterate the angles of the crucifix.”
Thursday, December 26, 2013
From the Archives: Part 94 of The Self and its Sources
Over the course of Virginia Woolf’s novel, The Waves, the internal monologues of the characters become shorter, and it becomes harder to distinguish who is speaking. In the end, only Bernard’s character remains speaking. He tries to sum up the story of the novel: “There are so many stories, stories of childhood, love, marriage and death; and none of them are true.
The agenda of literary or philosophical deconstruction: to rid ourselves of metanarratives – a story that operates as an interpretive key to all other stories. To rid ourselves of the idea that there could be one true story to which all the other stories relate and derive their meaning.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
A René Girard Christmas Card...
Courtesy of National Review Online - Uncommon Knowledge with Peter Robinson...
Every Christmas since the 2009 Peter Robinson interview with René Girard was first aired we have featured this excerpt. Like most of Girard's works, it only becomes more meaningful and moving with the passing of time. It is especially touching to see one of the preeminent scholars of our age comment on the nativity narratives in Luke with such gentle humility. We owe an enormous debt of gratitude to René, not only for his extraordinarily insightful scholarly work, but perhaps even more for his friendship over many years and for the kindness and encouragement that he and his wife Martha have extended to us. René will celebrate his 90th birthday on Christmas Day, and we wish him our heartfelt best wishes.
Every Christmas since the 2009 Peter Robinson interview with René Girard was first aired we have featured this excerpt. Like most of Girard's works, it only becomes more meaningful and moving with the passing of time. It is especially touching to see one of the preeminent scholars of our age comment on the nativity narratives in Luke with such gentle humility. We owe an enormous debt of gratitude to René, not only for his extraordinarily insightful scholarly work, but perhaps even more for his friendship over many years and for the kindness and encouragement that he and his wife Martha have extended to us. René will celebrate his 90th birthday on Christmas Day, and we wish him our heartfelt best wishes.
Friday, December 20, 2013
From the Archives: Part 93 of The Self and its Sources
Resentment: the disease of the modern age, continued.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
From the Archives: Part 92 of The Self and its Sources
Virginia Woolf portrays a more advanced stage of the ‘disease’ that Dostoyevsky depicts in the character of the “underground man”. Nietzsche incorrectly saw Christianity as the source of the modern world’s resentments – when in fact the resentments are the source of mimetic entanglements. Christianity censured the taking of revenge. It is this prohibition that Nietzsche rejects. To the extent that people refuse the Christian call to conversion and repentance that can change the human heart and yet still renounce revenge, there will be resentments.
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Monday, December 16, 2013
From the Archives: Part 91 of The Self and its Sources
Nietzsche’s “madman” & Dostoyevsky’s “underground man” – are reflected in the metaphorical prelude to the last section of the novel.
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Saturday, December 14, 2013
From the Archives: Part 90 of The Self and its Sources
The stigmata of mimetic entanglements; its bodily effects. The search for a non-sacrificial way to experience transcendence.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
From the Archives: Part 89 of The Self and its Sources
Faith of any kind has mimetic consequences. St. John of the Cross: Love creates a likeness between that which loves and that which is loved.
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Tuesday, December 10, 2013
From the Archives: Part 88 of The Self and its Sources
The vanishing of transcendence is like the depletion of the Ozone layer: the ozone layer is thinned, nobody notices it and yet people begin to develop skin cancer. The lack of transcendence will not keep us from being religious; it will only make us idol worshipers.
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Sunday, December 08, 2013
From the Archives: Part 87 of The Self and its Sources
The novel “The Waves” as a prayer book on transcendence: vertical and deviated transcendence. However, the prayers of these characters are all addressed to each other.
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Friday, December 06, 2013
From the Archives: Part 86 of The Self and its Sources
Bernard, speaking of a possible religious ‘way out’ of the crisis:
“I, who am always distracted, at once make up a story and so obliterate the angles of the crucifix. I have made up thousands of stories; I have filled innumerable notebooks with phrases to be used when I have found the true story, the one story to which all the phrases refer. But I have never yet found that story.”
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
From the Archives: Part 85 of The Self and its Sources
Virginia Woolf’s voice in the novel: Bernard -
“He joined the sensibility of a woman and the logical sobriety of a man…” “When I am alone I fall into lethargy; when Lewis is alone he sees with astonishing intensity and will write some words that will outlast us all.”
The solution to the mimetic crisis can only be religious; can only be found in true transcendence.
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Monday, December 02, 2013
From the Archives: Part 84 of The Self and its Sources
TS Eliot haunts the novel as the focus of a negative imitation.
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Saturday, November 30, 2013
From the Archives: Part 83 of The Self and its Sources
Detachment, repose, composure
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From the Archives: Part 82 of The Self and its Sources
The 'satellites' of Percival: attracted to his ‘monolithic gigantic repose’
Dandyism: striking the pose of being the one who doesn’t care about what others think. You must not look into the lens…
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Thursday, November 28, 2013
From the Archives: Part 81 of The Self and its Sources
Echoes of the poetry of TS Eliot in Virginia Woolf’s “The Waves”...and Robert Hughes comments on Andy Warhol.
In Warhol’s world the hunger for approval and forgiveness was satisfied by publicity.
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013
From the Archives: Part 80 of The Self and its Sources
Using sexuality as a semblance of transcendence will inevitably tend toward violence.
The image of the nightingale – in mythology it is the transformed victim of rape.
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Sunday, November 24, 2013
From the Archives: Part 79 of The Self and its Sources
Paul Tillich: “Personality is impossible without faith.”
Denis De Rougemont: there are two religions vying for ascendancy in the west, Christianity and passionate romance.
Sexuality simulating transcendence
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Friday, November 22, 2013
From the Archives: Part 78 of The Self and its Sources
The hysteria of trying to define oneself vis a vis others.
Our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.
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Wednesday, November 20, 2013
From the Archives: Part 77 of The Self and its Sources
Percival – the center of everyone’s attention. The others are like soldiers in the presence of their captain..
Order and disorder: Like the rays around a star in the middle of a smashed window pane
The need for order is also the need for transcendence, whether true transcendence oriented toward God – or false (deviated) transcendence oriented toward someone human, idolatry
Monday, November 18, 2013
From the Archives: Part 76 of The Self and its Sources
St Paul: “I live now, but no longer I, but Christ lives in me.”
Everybody is somebody’s fool. Whose fool are you?
Saturday, November 16, 2013
From the Archives: Part 75 of The Self and its Sources
Read the Bible until it takes root in you. The only alternative to prayer is madness
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Thursday, November 14, 2013
From the Archives: Part 74 of The Self and its Sources
The myth of the spontaneous origin of desire.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
From the Archives: Part 73 of The Self and its Sources
Bernard’s and Neville’s attempts to stabilize their selves.
Influence from Dostoyevsky’s ‘Notes from Underground’
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Sunday, November 10, 2013
From the Archives: Part 72 of The Self and its Sources
Rhoda says, “I have no end in view”, “I have nobody to follow”, “I have no face”. She yearns for ‘lodgment’.
St. Augustine’s phrase, “...we are restless until we rest in God”
Friday, November 08, 2013
From the Archives: Part 71 of The Self and its Sources
The image of the open door - the possibility of an escape from the current crisis.
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
From the Archives: Part 70 of The Self and its Sources
The image of the ‘drop’ as a picture of the instability of the self. It begins to swell until its weight causes it to fall. The characters transition from one crisis to another.
Monday, November 04, 2013
From the Archives: Part 69 of The Self and its Sources
From this point on all the characters in the novel are trying to deal with their instability.
The sacrament of marriage
Saturday, November 02, 2013
From the Archives: Part 68 of The Self and its Sources
The characters in Virginia Woolf's novel "The Waves" are now older – “the sun risen bared its face and looked over the waves…they fell with a regular thud.”
The disintegration of the self.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
From the Archives: Part 67 of The Self and its Sources
Girard’s sources & precursors: Homer, Shakespeare, novels, the Bible
György Lukács' essay: ‘Ideology of Modernism’
Bronislaw Malinovski: Desire and counter desire
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Friday, October 25, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
From the Archives: Part 63 of The Self and its Sources
Deconstruction: To extricate ourselves from the past is a bourgeois idea of liberty that is still very much at work in modern theory. Simone Weil had a hunger for determination
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Monday, October 21, 2013
From the Archives: Part 62 of The Self and its Source
The scene of the boys entering the school chapel: Lewis (the T S Eliot character) in procession, rejoices.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
From the Archives: Part 61 of The Self and its Sources
Negative imitation: a way of showing that we are not imitators.
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Thursday, October 17, 2013
From the Archives: Part 60 of The Self and its Sources
Composure (continued)…
The ‘Möbius strip’ of mimetic contagion
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
From the Archives: Part 59 of The Self and its Sources
The wave as a gesture of departure - leaving the past (childhood) behind and moving into the future diaspora.
Composure: How to be in the presence of others without being drawn into mimetic entanglements.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
From the Archives: Part 58 of The Self and its Sources
The Biblical image of ‘pairs’ or doubles: e.g. Adam & Eve, Cain & Able
Friday, October 11, 2013
From the Archives: Part 57 of The Self and its Sources
The consequences of this mimetic drama begin spreading like ripples on water...like waves.
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Wednesday, October 09, 2013
From the Archives: Part 56 of The Self and its Sources
The children are in the garden. The plot begins with one spontaneous expression of desire, Jinny comes dashing by and kisses Lewis…, which sets the whole mimetic dynamic in motion. This event is surreptitiously viewed by Susan. The Fall...
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Monday, October 07, 2013
From the Archives: Part 55 of the Self and its Sources
The mimetic chirping of the birds…
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Saturday, October 05, 2013
From the Archives: Part 54 of The Self and its Sources
Virginia Woolf introduces each section of the novel with an italizied phrase referring to the position of the sun in the sky. Section one: "The sun had not quite risen; the sea and sky were indistinguishable." Mythological imagery. The sun comes up…its light striking the leaves in the garden making them transparent.
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Thursday, October 03, 2013
From the Archives: Part 53 of The Self and its Sources
The dramatis personae of the Waves. The story is comprised of a series of internal monologs of a strange kind. The more you know about a character’s internal life it seems the more undifferentiated they appear to every other character.
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Tuesday, October 01, 2013
From the Archives: Part 52 of The Self and its Sources
"The Moths" or "The Waves" – alternative titles to novel.
The moth drawn to the flame; drawn to the light but not so close as to be destroyed. The Waves – crashing on the shore, one following the other in endless repetition.
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