Matter Notes: A lawyer's private notes on a legal matter; considered inviolate and non-disclosable.
By metaphor and game, my occasional blog posts on the war on the humanities and other cultural atrocities;
with frequent diversions into creative matters.
In both cases, a form of work product. Scribere est agere.
Les trois Québécois: le froid, Le Bonhomme, et la Grand-mère du Monde The three Québécois: the cold, Le Bonhomme, and the Grandmother of the World A trio of encounters in the Great White North. Chanced upon in February 2023. Carnaval de Québec: Le froid (the cold) So . . . I had an adventure. I […]
Well, this is unlooked for – and almost missed.
I just learned that Independent Book Review included The Maenad’s God in its list of best books of 2022.
There is no way to wade into the history of any idea without finding yourself drowning in the history of all ideas. If the humanities are no longer the study of humanity – all of it – then the war on the humanities has won.
Animals and humans howl, chant, and form circles; clumsy attempts to mirror What Is and know themselves, briefly, as ongoing manifestations of God. Singing, clapping, spinning, healing, falling back to ground and limitations. This sort of thing has been happening since at least the late Neolithic.
Solitaries. Madness. And now the fairies depart. I’ve always been fascinated by art that emerges from insanity, and what better example of same than Richard Dadd’s famous painting. Whether he was in communication with Osiris, as he claimed, or suffered from schizophrenia, is perhaps a question of culture and consensus reality.
We are the universe experiencing a mystic entanglement with itself.
Apparently it does that sometimes.
