If the events in Richmond, Kentucky, and Paris, France, have served any purpose for those who have witnessed them, it is to compel all of us to remember the words of Edmund Burke: "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."
I shoulder my pack and begin the hike upwards. Stopping at an overview I feel like I've been slipped a mild tranquilizer. I swallow a set of tears. Is it the wind, or the view? The air is the freshest I've ever breathed, a salt wash for the soul.
The music of America is alive and well, on stage in the hands of the master of the selfless self, the king of the not-one's-one. I'd like to invite Knausgaard to the show, the next time he's here for a visit.
The worst way to follow the disastrous foreign policy of George W. Bush's era may be with a disaffected administration that seems to be uninterested in forming a coherent and strong U.S. outlook on the world. This is bad timing as the stakes couldn't be higher.
We arranged most of our time in Dublin with the arts and history in mind, and in those areas the place shines, as it does in urban beauty, walkability and general pleasantness -- thanks in no small part to its populace, who live up to their reputation for easy friendliness.
What did Yeats love about Sligo? First, having family there - his mother's people, the Pollexfens and Middletons, were of Sligo. Second, the landscape and freedom to range, both physically, and imaginatively, within that landscape.
Should we merely await the next manufactured crisis, frustrated that the only thing that stands between us and national success is our government, making us feel more and more helpless or hoping it will all somehow go away?
Rather than Enlightenment figures like Locke, you might say that Chekhov had more in common with Edmund Burke to the extent that his skepticism and anti-millenarianism were rooted in the doctor's understanding of the complexity of pathology.
Many thought Hamas didn't have the technological ability to send missiles to Jerusalem. Many others believed that Hamas would never fire missiles on the city because it houses Islam's third most holy site. But those assumptions can no longer be assumed.
I listened, a little breathless. Tap tap tap. What was it? The fridge churning? The wind rattling the windows? Tap tap tap. Pause. Tap tap tap. Pause. This went on for two or three minutes, something that sounded like a cupboard opening and closing.
True to Hart's vision, readers can study all of the app's offerings quietly, or can call on the voice of a skilled reader. The app features a star-studded lineup, including Ralph Fiennes, Jeremy Irons, former James Bond actor Roger Moore and playwright Harold Pinter.
What do we get for slowing down, for sitting peaceably at summer's end, talking of poetry? We get called an idler by the noisy set, the productive people, the bankers, the schoolmasters, the clergy, the active folk, the busy people.
Certainly, there's a crumbling here, a lost limb there, and plenty of poems that remind us of the folly of seeking immortality through hard materials. But I hadn't thought of sculpture as quite so liquid a pleasure before watching Rivers and Tides.