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Track of the Day: Poetry by Wisława Szymborska, “The Silence of Plants”

This is one of my (many) favorite poems by the Polish poet Wisława Szymborska, who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1996.  I found this great reading of the poem out there on SoundCloud a while back.  

Track of the Day: Poetry by W. B. Yeats, “Who Goes With Fergus?”

A little while back I wrote a post on the Fleet Foxes Maida Vale session recording of “The Shrine / An Argument“.  I was thinking back on the little Yeats reference in the song, and that early Romantic and Irish folklore-inspired era of his poetry, so I thought I’d follow it up with this track… Read More ›

Narcissus

Quote of the Day: On the Fear of Narcissism

In this way, Morton argues, our need to get a more immediate, superficial sharing, and to feel good about ourselves as a result, protects us from recognizing our deeper and more threatening sharing, a more terrifying similarity: we’ve done things more like the murderer than we can bear. It’s not a crass relativism, Morton’s idea;… Read More ›

Field of tulips

Track of the Day: Sylvia Plath reads “Tulips”

Sylvia Plath reads her poem “Tulips,” in a rare BBC recording.

Andrea Mantegna, St. Sebastian (Louvre)

Quote of the Day: On Cocteau and Proust

If Proust visited his rituals on Cocteau, friendship with Proust could not be otherwise than ritualistic.  It involved verbal spoofs, labyrinthine excuses, nocturnal happenings, dinners at the Ritz, and whipped chocolate at Larue, recitations from Swann in the cork-lined bedroom, cab rides observing the fixed, hermetic itinerary of a drunk.  Proust’s rare outings by day… Read More ›

Track of the Day: The Statler Brothers, Flowers on the Wall

Now don’t tell me I’ve nothing to do…  

Quote of the Day: Foucault on Transgression

  Transgression is an action which involves the limit, that narrow zone of a line where it displays the flash of its passage, but perhaps also its entire trajectory, even its origin; it is likely that transgression has its entire space in the line it crosses. The play of limits and transgression incessantly crosses and… Read More ›

Quote of the Day: J. M. Coetzee, Life & Times of Michael K

He thought of his mother. She had asked him to bring her back to her birthplace and he had done so, though perhaps only by a trick of words. But what if this farm was not her true birthplace? Where were the stone walls of the wagonhouse she had spoken of? He made himself pay… Read More ›

Track of the Day: Fleet Foxes, The Shrine/An Argument (BBC Maida Vale Session). Plus a few words on Yeats.

My favorite among the Fleet Foxes songs from the sessions recorded at the BBC’s Maida Vale studios (actually, among any of their recordings).  This one has a transcendent quality; everything is still for a little while when it ends.  For me, anyway. I find myself charmed by the little inner reference to Yeats’ “The Lake Isle of Innisfree,” it’s done sweetly and without… Read More ›

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