December 2021
Andre Gerard’s Sleuthing Delights
The biggest delight of my Conan Doyle sleuthing may well be a false clue, even if the facts are not in doubt...
Read MoreAwash With Forgeries
The art work in fiction is less likely to be the basis for some epiphany than to be a MacGuffin...
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‘Few vaudevillistes can escape the contagion’
Your literature amounts to nothing now Having picked up all of romanticism’s errors, Its writings all reveal the face of Nature, Poor and decrepit, surrounded by great horrors...
Read MoreLeipzigzag
Nietzsche – who had studied classical philology at the University of Leipzig – once argued that the Germans were becoming overwhelmed with the sheer volume of antiquarian knowledge...
Read MoreThe State of Human History
Anthropology is fundamentally an anarchist project, as it zeroes in on levels of social reality where the state, even when it exists, is not the most salient factor in accounting for why human beings do what they do...
Read More“Play that thing, Jazz band!”
To experience a version of the cool exhilaration of a mid-twentieth-century American jazz night, one might start by listening to an iconic Miles Davis recording...
Read MoreClimate Caucasianism Against the Heavenly Way
Eco-ontologists in Japan had long regarded coal-mining activities in Japan by Westerners as an interruption of the human-heaven relationship...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read More
I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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