Thursday, January 3, 2019
On St. Stephen’s Day 2018…
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Stoned: A Reading for St. Stephen’s Day
See also Log24 posts now tagged Apperception.
Tuesday, November 30, 2021
Diagonals for St. Andrew
From St. Stephen's Day 2016 —
The apparent symbols for "times" and "plus"
in the above screenshot are, of course, icons for
browser functions. Readers who prefer the
fanciful may regard them instead as symbols for
"a gateway to another realm," that of number theory.
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Knight Move for Trevanian
“Knight move” remark from The Eiger Sanction —
“I like to put people on myself by skipping logical steps
in the conversation until they’re dizzy.”
The following logical step — a check of the date Nov. 18, 2017 —
was omitted in the post Futon Dream on this year’s St. Stephen’s Day.
For further context, see James Propp in this journal.
Friday, May 19, 2017
In the Service of Narrative
Quoted here on St. Stephen's Day, 2008 —
“Wayne C. Booth’s lifelong
study of the art of rhetoric
illuminated the means
by which authors seduce,
cajole and lie to their readers
in the service of narrative.”
— New York Times, Oct. 11, 2005
Booth was a native of American Fork, Utah.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Takeout
A post suggested by today's news from
Calais, Maine (just across the St. Croix
river from St. Stephen in Canada) —
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Face, Voice, Table
Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes
— Ovid, Metamorphoses , VIII, 188,
epigraph to Joyce's Portrait
Paul Hertz, alias "Ignotus the Mage" —
"When we're doing the fortunetelling, as soon
as we finish capturing the face and the voice,
they get sent right over to the table." — Paul Hertz,
"Ignotus" video, 2013
Commentary:
"… ignotus has faint connotations of lowness,
baseness, vulgarity"
— "International Eyesore: Joyce the Pornographer,"
by S. J. Boyd, pp. 31-60 in Troubled Histories,
Troubled Fictions , ed. by C. C. Barfoot et al.
Or not so faint.
Related material:
The villanelle from A Portrait , and
a Log24 post of St. Stephen's Day, 2011.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Pageant
Last night's 9:29 PM (ET) post featured the phrase
"This way to the egress."
Last night's 10 PM post featured two deaths:
The author of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever
reportedly died at 85 on Tuesday, July 9.
A former director of the Museum of Modern Art
who was famously shown the exit door there
in his younger years reportedly died at 80 on
Saturday, July 6.
For a sort of pageant combining Christmas,
the Museum of Modern Art, and an egress,
see St. Stephen's Day, 2008.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
The Word in the Desert
For Trotsky's Birthday (Old Style), 2009—
Related material:
(Click for further details.)
See also St. Stephen's Day, 2011.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Professor Dodge
From today's previous post, a fragmentary thought—
"Professor Dodge and the underground artists
whose work he helped save are the subjects of a book…"
Jim Dodge, Stone Junction (a novel first published in 1989) From pages 206-208, Kindle Edition— `Have you seen it?' Volta hesitated. `Well, I've dreamed it.' Daniel shook his head. `I'm getting lost. You want me to vanish into your dreams?' `Good Lord, no,' Volta blanched. `That's exactly what I don't want you to do.' `So, what is it exactly you do want me to do?' `Steal the diamond.' `So, it's a diamond?' `Yes, though it's a bit like saying the ocean is water. The diamond is perfectly spherical,* perfectly clear— though it seems to glow— and it's about two-thirds the size of a bowling ball. I think of it as the Diamond. Capital D.' `Who owns it?' `No one. The United States government has it at the moment. We want it. And to be honest with you, Daniel, I particularly want it, want it dearly. I want to look at it, into it, hold it in my hands. I had a vision involving a spherical diamond, a vision that changed my life, and I want to confirm that it was a vision of something real, the spirit embodied, the circuit complete.' Daniel was smiling. `You're going to love this. That dream I wanted to talk to you about, my first since the explosion? It just happened to feature a raven with a spherical diamond in its beak. Obviously, it wasn't as big as a bowling ball, and there was a thin spiral flame running edge to edge through its center, which made it seem more coldly brilliant than warmly glowing, but it sounds like the same basic diamond to me.' `And what do you think it is?' `I think it's beautiful.' Volta gave him a thin smile. `If I were more perverse than I already lamentably am, I would say it is the Eye of the Beholder. In fact, I don't know what it is.' `It might be a dream,' Daniel said. `Very possibly,' Volta agreed, `but I don't think so. I think— feel , to be exact— that the Diamond is an interior force given exterior density, the transfigured metaphor of the prima materia , the primordial mass, the Spiritus Mundi . I'm assuming you're familiar with the widely held supposition that the entire universe was created from a tiny ball of dense matter which exploded, sending pieces hurtling into space, expanding from the center. The spherical diamond is the memory, the echo, the ghost of that generative cataclysm; the emblematic point of origin. Or if, as some astrophysicists believe, the universe will reach some entropic point in its expansion and begin to collapse back into itself, in that case the Diamond may be a homing point, the seed crystal, to which it will all come hurtling back together— and perhaps through itself, into another dimension entirely. Or it might be the literal Philosopher's Stone we alchemists speak of so fondly. Or I might be completely wrong. That's why I want to see it. If I could actually stand in its presence, I'm convinced I'd know what it is. I would even venture to say, at the risk of rabid projection, that it wants to be seen and known.' `But you're not even sure it exists,' Daniel said. `Right? And hey, it's tough to steal something that doesn't exist, even if you can be invisible. The more I think about this the less sense it makes.' * Here Dodge's mystical vision seems akin to that of Anthony Judge in "Embodying the Sphere of Change" (St. Stephen's Day, 2001). Actually, the cube, not the sphere, is the best embodiment of Judge's vision. |
See also Tuesday's "Stoned" and the 47 references
to the term "bowling" in the Kindle Stone Junction .
Furthermore… Live from New York, it's Saturday Night!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Marginal Remarks
Today's Google Doodle is in honor of Fermat's birthday—
"I have discovered a truly marvelous proof of this theorem,
which this doodle is too small to contain." — Google's caption
Another marginal remark, from a link target in last night's "Ein Kampf"—
"We are talking about the spatial and temporal phenomenon of language,
not about some non-spatial, non-temporal chimera [Note in margin:
Only it is possible to be interested in a phenomenon in a variety of ways]."
— Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations (1953), Section 108
Related material on spatial and temporal phenomena—
A Dec. 29, 2010, comment to a Dec. 26 weblog post on
"Unexpected Connections in Mathematics"—
Connoisseurs of synchronicities in the phenomena of language may note that
these December dates mark the feasts of St. Stephen and St. Thomas Becket.
From the feast of the latter, two Log24 posts: Toy Stories and True Grid.
Those less enchanted by pop math than Google may prefer to observe
two other birthdays today— those of Robert De Niro and of Sean Penn:
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The Mind Spider*
On a conference at the New School for Social Research on Friday and Saturday, December 3rd and 4th, 2010—
"This conference is part of the early stages in the formation of a lexicon of political concepts. It will be the 5th in a series of conferences started in Tel Aviv University. The project is guided by one formal principle: we pose the Socratic question "what is x?", and by one theatrical principle: the concepts defined should be relevant to political thought…."
[The conference is not unrelated to the New York Times philosophy series "The Stone." Connoisseurs of coincidence— or, as Pynchon would have it, "chums of chance"— may read the conclusion of this series, titled "Stoned," in the light of the death on December 26th (St. Stephen's Day) of Matthew Lipman, creator of the "philosophy for children" movement. Many New York Times readers will, of course, be ignorant of the death by stoning of St. Stephen
Beloit College Nuremberg Chronicle
commemorated on December 26th. They should study Acts of the Apostles— Chapter 6 and Chapter 7.]
Meanwhile, in this journal—
For some background on the Dec. 4th link to "Damnation Morning," see "Why Me?"
For some political background, see "Bright Star"+"Dark Lady" in this journal.
* The title refers to a story by Fritz Leiber.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
In the Details
Today's New York Times—
"…there were fresh questions about whether the intelligence overhaul that created the post of national intelligence director was fatally flawed, and whether Mr. Obama would move gradually to further weaken the authorities granted to the director and give additional power to individual spy agencies like the . Mr. Blair and each of his predecessors have lamented openly that the intelligence director does not have enough power to deliver the intended shock therapy to America’s byzantine spying apparatus." |
Catch-22 in Doonesbury today—
From Log24 on Jan. 5, 2010—
Artifice of Eternity—
A Medal
In memory of Byzantine scholar Ihor Sevcenko,
who died at 87 on St. Stephen's Day, 2009–
Thie above image results from a Byzantine
meditation based on a detail in the previous post—
"This might be a good time to
call it a day." –Today's Doonesbury
"TOMORROW ALWAYS BELONGS TO US"
Title of an exhibition by young Nordic artists
in Sweden during the summer of 2008.
The exhibition included, notably, Josefine Lyche.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Artifice of Eternity
A Medal
In memory of Byzantine scholar Ihor Sevcenko,
who died at 87 on St. Stephen's Day, 2009–
William Grimes on Sevcenko in this morning's New York Times:
"Perhaps his most fascinating, if uncharacteristic, literary contribution came shortly after World War II, when he worked with Ukrainians stranded in camps in Germany for displaced persons. In April 1946 he sent a letter to Orwell, asking his permission to translate 'Animal Farm' into Ukrainian for distribution in the camps. The idea instantly appealed to Orwell, who not only refused to accept any royalties but later agreed to write a preface for the edition. It remains his most detailed, searching discussion of the book." |
See also a rather different medal discussed
here in the context of an Orwellian headline from
The New York Times on Christmas morning,
the day before Sevcenko died.
That headline, at the top of the online front page,
was "Arthur Koestler, Man of Darkness."
The medal, offered as an example of brightness
to counteract the darkness of the Times, was designed
by Leibniz in honor of his discovery of binary arithmetic.
See Brightness at Noon and Brightness continued.
"By groping toward the light we are made to realize
how deep the darkness is around us."
— Arthur Koestler, The Call Girls: A Tragi-Comedy,
Random House, 1973, page 118
Friday, July 6, 2007
Friday July 6, 2007
(see last 3 entries)–
11:07:02 PM:
Sex and Art
in a
Chinese Poem
See also the entries
of St. Stephen’s Day
(Boxing Day), 2006.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Sunday December 31, 2006
St. Thomas Becket’s day–
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Tuesday December 27, 2005
(continued)
The Pennsylvania lottery
on St. Stephen's Day–
Midday: 105
Evening: 064
From a new
branch of theology,
lottery hermeneutics:
See Log24, 1/05,
Death and the Spirit,
and the 64 hexagrams of
the box-style I Ching.
From the Wikipedia
article on hermeneutics:
(See also Hitler's Still Point:
A Hate Speech for Harvard.)
Monday, December 26, 2005
Monday December 26, 2005
Wren Day
“St. Stephen’s Day [Dec. 26] is a national holiday in Ireland, but the celebrations have little connection to the Saint.”
This day in Ireland is instead devoted to a barbaric ritual, “the hunting of the wren.”
Let us therefore recall a more civilized figure– St. Christopher Wren— whose feast day is Feb. 25.
From Log24 on that date in 2005:
… Only by the form,
the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as
a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin,
while the note lasts,
Not that only, but
the co-existence,
Or say that the end
precedes the beginning,
And the end
and the beginning
were always there
Before the beginning
and after the end.
And all is always now.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Friday April 15, 2005
In memory of Leonardo and of Chen Yifei (previous entry), a link to the Sino-Judaic Institute’s review of Chen’s film “Escape to
Saturday, December 27, 2003 10:21 PM
Toy
“If little else, the brain is an educational toy. While it may be a frustrating plaything — one whose finer points recede just when you think you are mastering them — it is nonetheless perpetually fascinating, frequently surprising, occasionally rewarding, and it comes already assembled; you don’t have to put it together on Christmas morning.
The problem with possessing such an engaging toy is that other people want to play with it, too. Sometimes they’d rather play with yours than theirs. Or they object if you play with yours in a different manner from the way they play with theirs. The result is, a few games out of a toy department of possibilities are universally and endlessly repeated. If you don’t play some people’s game, they say that you have ‘lost your marbles,’ not recognizing that,
while Chinese checkers is indeed a fine pastime, a person may also play dominoes, chess, strip poker, tiddlywinks, drop-the-soap or Russian roulette with his brain.
One brain game that is widely, if poorly, played is a gimmick called ‘rational
“I took the number twenty-four and there’s twenty-four ways of expressing the numbers one, two, three, four. And I assigned one kind of line to one, one to two, one to three, and one to four. One was a vertical line, two was a horizontal line, three was diagonal left to right, and four was diagonal right to left. These are the basic kind of directions that lines can take…. the absolute ways that lines can be drawn. And I drew these things as parallel lines very close to one another in boxes. And then there was a system of changing them so that within twenty-four pages there were different arrangements of actually sixteen squares, four sets of four. Everything was based on four. So this was kind of a… more of a… less of a rational… I mean, it gets into the whole idea of methodology.”
Yes, it does.
See Art Wars, Poetry’s Bones, and Time Fold.
Friday, December 26, 2003 7:59 PM
ART WARS, St. Stephen’s Day:
The Magdalene Code
Got The Da Vinci Code for Xmas.
From page 262:
When Langdon had first seen The Little Mermaid, he had actually gasped aloud when he noticed that the painting in Ariel’s underwater home was none other than seventeenth-century artist Georges de la Tour’s The Penitent Magdalene — a famous homage to the banished Mary Magdalene — fitting decor considering the movie turned out to be a ninety-minute collage of blatant symbolic references to the lost sanctity of Isis, Eve, Pisces the fish goddess, and, repeatedly, Mary Magdalene.
Related Log24 material —
The Da Vinci Code, pages 445-446:
“The blade and chalice?” Marie asked. “What exactly do they look like?”
Langdon sensed she was toying with him, but he played along, quickly describing the symbols.
A look of vague recollection crossed her face. “Ah, yes, of course. The blade represents all that is masculine. I believe it is drawn like this, no?” Using her index finger, she traced a shape on her palm.
“Yes,” Langdon said. Marie had drawn the less common “closed” form of the blade, although Langdon had seen the symbol portrayed both ways.
“And the inverse,” she said, drawing again upon her palm, “is the chalice, which represents the feminine.”
“Correct,” Langdon said….
… Marie turned on the lights and pointed….
“There you are, Mr. Langdon. The blade and chalice.”….
“But that’s the Star of Dav–“
Langdon stopped short, mute with amazement as it dawned on him.
The blade and chalice.
Fused as one.
The Star of David… the perfect union of male and female… Solomon’s Seal… marking the Holy of Holies, where the male and female deities — Yahweh and Shekinah — were thought to dwell.
Related Log24 material —
Star Wars.
Concluding remark of April 15, 2005:
For a more serious approach to portraits of
redheads, see Chen Yifei’s work.
Friday, December 26, 2003
Friday December 26, 2003
ART WARS, St. Stephen’s Day:
The Magdalene Code
Got The Da Vinci Code for Xmas.
From page 262:
When Langdon had first seen The Little Mermaid, he had actually gasped aloud when he noticed that the painting in Ariel’s underwater home was none other than seventeenth-century artist Georges de la Tour’s The Penitent Magdalene — a famous homage to the banished Mary Magdalene — fitting decor considering the movie turned out to be a ninety-minute collage of blatant symbolic references to the lost sanctity of Isis, Eve, Pisces the fish goddess, and, repeatedly, Mary Magdalene.
Related Log24 material —
The Da Vinci Code, pages 445-446:
“The blade and chalice?” Marie asked. “What exactly do they look like?”
Langdon sensed she was toying with him, but he played along, quickly describing the symbols.
A look of vague recollection crossed her face. “Ah, yes, of course. The blade represents all that is masculine. I believe it is drawn like this, no?” Using her index finger, she traced a shape on her palm.
“Yes,” Langdon said. Marie had drawn the less common “closed” form of the blade, although Langdon had seen the symbol portrayed both ways.
“And the inverse,” she said, drawing again upon her palm, “is the chalice, which represents the feminine.”
“Correct,” Langdon said….
… Marie turned on the lights and pointed….
“There you are, Mr. Langdon. The blade and chalice.”….
“But that’s the Star of Dav–“
Langdon stopped short, mute with amazement as it dawned on him.
The blade and chalice.
Fused as one.
The Star of David… the perfect union of male and female… Solomon’s Seal… marking the Holy of Holies, where the male and female deities — Yahweh and Shekinah — were thought to dwell.
Related Log24 material —
Saturday, April 19, 2003
Saturday April 19, 2003
“June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past. And if he should forget, the dandelion wine stood in the cellar, numbered huge for each and every day. He would go there often, stare straight into the sun until he could stare no more, then close his eyes and consider the burned spots, the fleeting scars left dancing on his warm eyelids; arranging, rearranging each fire and reflection until the pattern was clear.” “Socialism or Death” “I’m thinking, I’m thinking!” For what it’s worth, both Bradbury and Benny are from Waukegan, Illinois. |
“Through the unknown, remembered gate….”
— T. S. Eliot, epigraph to
Parallelisms of Complete Designs, by