The words in the above title were suggested by
The previous post, Tetrahedron Dance, suggests a review of . . .
A figure from St. Patrick's Day 2004 that might
represent a domed roof …
Inscribed Carpenter's Square:
In Latin, NORMA
… and a cinematic "Fire Temple" from 2019 —
In related news . . .
Related background: "e. e. cummings" in this journal.
(The title refers to Log24 posts now tagged Fire Temple.)
In memory of a New Yorker cartoonist who
reportedly died at 97 on October 3, 2019 …
"Read something that means something."
— New Yorker advertising slogan
From posts tagged Tetrahedron vs. Square —
This journal on October 3 —
"There is such a thing as a 4-set."
— Saying adapted from a 1962 young-adult novel.
Illustration (central detail a from the above tetrahedral figure) —
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Ratan Naval Tata was born on Dec. 28, 1937, in Bombay, now Mumbai, during the British Raj. His family belonged to the Parsi religion, a small Zoroastrian community that originated in Persia, fled persecution by the Muslim majority there centuries ago and found refuge in India. Mr. Tata became a leader of that community. — New York Times obituary on 9 October 2024 |
See also theta functions in this journal.
For those who prefer narratives to mathematics . . .
Tiger at the Fire Temple
* See Fire Temple as well as the previous post and . . .
Letters to Goya, by James Magee, October 5, 2019.
(That 2019 Magee performance was at The Crowley Theater
in Marfa . . . NOT named for Aleister Crowley.)
"Mr. Dalachinsky was in his element on Sept. 14 at the Islip Art Museum
on Long Island, where he gave a reading after having attended a concert
by the Sun Ra Arkestra earlier that afternoon in Manhattan. Not long after
the reading, his wife said, he had a stroke and a cerebral hemorrhage.
He died the next day at Southside Hospital in Bay Shore. He was 72."
— Neil Genzlinger in The New York Times today
Also on Sept. 14 —
See as well Curse of the Fire Temple.
Curse of the Fire Temple
"Power outages hit parts of Manhattan
plunging subways, Broadway, into darkness"
Related material — Tetrahedron vs. Square and Cézanne's Greetings.
Compare and contrast:
A figure from St. Patrick's Day 2004 that might represent a domed roof …
Inscribed Carpenter's Square:
In Latin, NORMA
… and a cinematic "Fire Temple" from 2019 —
A post from January 21, 2003, now also tagged Big Sur,
suggested a search for the source of that post's
Shih Te poem. The result of the search —
Related Fredonia material, from posts tagged Church and Temple —
Update, from six minutes later, on related entertainment —
Update of 12:38 PM ET on the next day — July 20, 2021 —
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Crystal Poem by Shide (Shih Te, etc.)
at https://terebess.hu/zen/chang/shide.html
from "Comparative List of Shide's Poems" —
Traditional Chinese:
無去無來本湛然，
不居內外及中間。
一顆水精絕瑕翳，
光明透滿出人天。
Simplified Chinese:
无去无来本湛然，
不居内外及中间。
一颗水精绝瑕翳，
光明透满出人天。
Romanization:
wú qù wú lái běn zhàn rán ，
bù jū nèi wài jí zhōng jiān 。
yī kē shuǐ jīng jué xiá yì ，
guāng míng tòu mǎn chū rén tiān 。
English Translation by Paul Rouzer:
No goings, no comings, originally tranquil;
No dwelling within or without, or at the point between.
A single crystal of purity without flaw or crack;
Its light penetrates and fills up the worlds of men and gods.
English Translation by Red Pine:
Not waxing or waning essentially still
not inside or outside and nowhere between
a single flawless crystal
whose light shines through to gods and men
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In memory of a retired co-director of Galerie St. Etienne
who reportedly died on October 17 . . .
"It is… difficult to mount encyclopedic exhibitions
without an overarching art-historical narrative…."
— Jane Kallir, director of Galerie St. Etienne, in
https://www.tabletmag.com/jewish-arts-and-culture/
visual-art-and-design/269564/the-end-of-middle-class-art
An overarching narrative from the above death date —
See as well the previous post
and "Dancing at Lughnasa."
"…as we saw, there are two different Latin squares of order 4…."
— Peter J. Cameron, "The Shrikhande Graph," August 26, 2010
Cameron counts Latin squares as the same if they are isotopic .
Some further context for Cameron's remark—
Cover Illustration Number 1 (1976):
Cover Illustration Number 2 (1991):
The Shrikhande Graph
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This post was prompted by two remarks…
1. In a different weblog, also on August 26, 2010—
The Accidental Mathematician— "The Girl Who Played with Fermat's Theorem."
"The worst thing about the series is the mathematical interludes in The Girl Who Played With Fire….
Salander is fascinated by a theorem on perfect numbers—
one can verify it for as many numbers as one wishes, and it never fails!—
and then advances through 'Archimedes, Newton, Martin Gardner,*
and a dozen other classical mathematicians,' all the way to Fermat’s last theorem."
2. "The fact that the pattern retains its symmetry when you permute the rows and columns
is very well known to combinatorial theorists who work with matrices."
[My italics; note resemblance to the Brualdi-Ryser title above.]
–Martin Gardner in 1976 on the diamond theorem
* Compare Eric Temple Bell (as quoted at the MacTutor history of mathematics site)—
"Archimedes, Newton, and Gauss, these three, are in a class by themselves
among the great mathematicians, and it is not for ordinary mortals
to attempt to range them in order of merit."
This is from the chapter on Gauss in Men of Mathematics .
On this date in 1961,
Ernest Hemingway shot
himself.
The Talented Patricia Highsmith
Related material:
The Languages of Addiction,
Ch. 13: The Barnes Complex
See also
The Garden of Eden.
Miss Sauvé
for the Sunday following Corpus Christi Day, 2002:
The part of her fiction that most fascinates me, then and now, is what many critics referred to as “the grotesque,” but what she herself called “the reasonable use of the unreasonable.” [Flannery O’Connor, Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose, Robert and Sally Fitzgerald, eds. (New York: Farrar, Straus, 1969)]
A modest example comes to mind. In a short story …. the setting sun appears like a great red ball, but she sees it as “an elevated Host drenched in blood” leaving a “line like a red clay road in the sky.” [Flannery O’Connor, “A Temple of the Holy Ghost” from A Good Man is Hard to Find (New York: Harcourt, Brace & World, 1971)]
In a letter to a friend of hers, O’Connor would later write, “…like the child, I believe the Host is actually the body and blood of Christ, not just a symbol. If the story grows for you it is because of the mystery of the Eucharist in it.” In that same correspondence, O’Connor relates this awkward experience:
I was once, five or six years ago, taken by [Robert Lowell and Elizabeth Hardwick] to have dinner with Mary McCarthy…. She departed the Church at the age of 15 and is a Big Intellectual. We went and eight and at one, I hadn’t opened my mouth once, there being nothing for me in such company to say…. Having me there was like having a dog present who had been trained to say a few words but overcome with inadequacy had forgotten them. Well, toward morning the conversation turned on the Eucharist, which I, being the Catholic, was obviously supposed to defend. [McCarthy] said that when she was a child and received the Host, she thought of it as the Holy Ghost, He being the “most portable” person of the Trinity; now she thought of it as a symbol and implied that it was a pretty good one. I then said, in a very shaky voice, “Well, if it’s a symbol, to hell with it.” That was all the defense I was capable of but I realize now that this is all I will ever be able to say about it, outside of a story, except that it is the center of existence for me; all the rest of life is expendable. [Sally Fitzgerald, ed., The Habit of Being: The Letters of Flannery O’Connor (Vintage: New York, 1979) 124-125]
….There is, of course, something entirely preposterous and, well, unreasonable, almost grotesque, about the Catholic doctrine of the Real Presence. We claim, with a perfectly straight face, to eat the body and drink the blood of the Eternal Word of God, the second person of the Most Holy Trinity who, according to some, shouldn’t even have a body to begin with. But therein lies precisely the most outlandish feature of the Eucharist: namely, that it embodies the essential scandal of the Incarnation itself.
— Friar Francisco Nahoe, OFM Conv.
From James Joyce
A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man
Why was the sacrament of the eucharist instituted under the two species of bread and wine if Jesus Christ be present body and blood, soul and divinity, in the bread alone and in the wine alone? Does a tiny particle of the consecrated bread contain all the body and blood of Jesus Christ or a part only of the body and blood? If the wine change into vinegar and the host crumble into corruption after they have been consecrated, is Jesus Christ still present under their species as God and as man?
— Here he is! Here he is!
From The Gazette, Montreal,
of Sunday, August 20, 1995, page C4:
“Summer of ’69,” a memoir by Judy Lapalme on the death by accidental drowning of her 15-year-old younger brother:
“I had never tasted pizza until Jeff died. Our family, of staunch Irish Catholic stock with more offspring than money, couldn’t cope with the luxury or the spice.
The Hallidays, neighbors from across the street, sent it over to us the day after the funeral, from Miss Sauvé’s Pizzeria, on Sauvé St., just east of Lajeunesse St. in Ahuntsic. An all-dressed pizza with the hard hat in the centre….
I was 17 that summer and had just completed Grade 12 at Holy Names High School in Rosemont….
…. Jeff was almost 16, a handsome football star, a rebellious, headstrong, sturdy young man who was forever locking horns with my father…. On Friday, Aug. 1, Jeff went out on the boat… and never came back….
The day after the funeral, a white Volkswagen from Miss Sauvé’s Pizzeria delivered a jumbo, all-dressed pizza to us. The Hallidays’ daughter, Diane, had been smitten with Jeff and wanted to do something special.
My father assured us that we wouldn’t like it, too spicy and probably too garlicky. There could not be a worse indictment of a person to my father than to declare them reeking of garlic.
The rest of us tore into the cardboard and began tasting this exotic offering — melted strands of creamy, rubbery, burn-your-palate mozzarrella that wasn’t Velveeta, crisp, dry, and earthy mushrooms, spicy and salty pepperoni sliding off the crust with each bite, green peppers…. Bread crust both crisp and soggy with tomato sauce laden with garlic and oregano.
It was an all-dressed pizza, tasted for the first time, the day after we buried Jeff….
The fall of 1969, I went to McGill…. I never had another pizza from Miss Sauvé’s. It’s gone now — like so many things.”
Ten thousand places
— Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1844-1889
She died on August 3, 1964 at the age of 39.
In almost all of her works the characters were led to a place where they had to deal with God’s presence in the world.
She once said “in the long run, a people is known, not by its statements or statistics, but by the stories it tells. Fiction is the most impure and the most modest and the most human of the arts.”
Flannery OConnor – Southern Prophet:
… When a woman wrote to Flannery O’Connor saying that one of her stories “left a bad taste in my mouth,” Flannery wrote back: “You weren’t supposed to eat it.”
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