Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Down the Up Rainbow*

Filed under: General — m759 @ 9:00 PM

Continued from this morning and from earlier posts.
See also Abramson.

Related material: Ken Auletta, “Why Jill Abramson Was Fired.”

* Background for the title phrase: see Down + Up + Staircase.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Lying Rhyme?

Filed under: General — m759 @ 7:00 PM

“Just a lying rhyme for seven!” — Playwright Tom Stoppard on Heaven

Related material in this journal:  Lying Rhyme and Happy Birthday.

Sunday, May 11, 2014


Filed under: General — m759 @ 11:00 AM

GOD is “Good Orderly Direction.” — AA saying.

See also yesterday’s noon post, with four  orderly directions.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Happy Birthday

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To Bel Kaufman, author of
Up the Down Staircase.

IMAGE- Borofsky's 'Four Gods' and related structures

Click image for some backstory.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Happy Birthday, J. K. Rowling

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 10:31 PM

IMAGE- Google Book Search for 'Malcom Lowry' + 'thinking of treadmills'

See also a July 19 death, this journal on that date, and
Down the Up Staircase.

Monday, January 2, 2012

The Lovely Bones*

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An adaptation for the late Barbara Lea

Man's spirit will be flesh-bound, when found at best,
But úncúmberèd: meadow-dówn is nót distréssed
For a ráinbow fóoting it nor shé for her bónes rísen.

— After Gerard Manley Hopkins, Society of Jesus

* "And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it."

    — Alice Sebold

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Meadow

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From Nabokov's The Gift


Click for more about the Pushkin verse.

See also Trevanian + meadow and Congregated Light.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Shall I Compare Thee

Filed under: General,Geometry — Tags: — m759 @ 11:02 AM

Margaret Soltan on a summer's-day poem by D.A. Powell

first, a congregated light, the brilliance of a meadowland in bloom
and then the image must fail, as we must fail, as we

graceless creatures that we are, unmake and befoul our beds
don’t tell me deluge.     don’t tell me heat, too damned much heat

"Specifically, your trope is the trope of every life:
 the organizing of the disparate parts of a personality
 into a self (a congregated light), blazing youth
 (a meadowland in bloom), and then the failure
 of that image, the failure of that self to sustain itself."

Alternate title for Soltan's commentary, suggested by yesterday's Portrait:

Smart Jewish Girl Fwows Up.

Midrash on Soltan—

Congregated Light

The 13 symmetry axes 
of the cube


Appalachian meadow


Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,
How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost
Defeat, thwart me?


"…meadow-down is not distressed
For a rainbow footing…."

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Tuesday December 23, 2008

Filed under: General — m759 @ 12:20 AM

Kindred Spirit

On the late film director Robert Mulligan, who died early Saturday [Dec. 20, 2008] at 83:

Mulligan received a best director Oscar nomination in 1963 for “[To Kill a] Mockingbird”….

While some debated whether he had a discernible personal vision in his films, Mulligan was known for his casting and direction of children, including “[Up the Down] Staircase,” where he personally interviewed more than 500 New York high school students.

Sensing a kindred spirit, Francois Truffaut was a vocal champion, particularly cognizant of what he perceived as undue criticism of Mulligan’s work for lacking a particular “style.” Mulligan himself was dismissive of critics/cineaste talk: “I don’t know anything about ‘the Mulligan style,’ ” he told the Village Voice in 1978. “If you can find it, well, that’s your job.”

Duane Byrge, The Hollywood Reporter

Thanks to desconvencida for a trailer of “The Man in the Moon” (1991), Reese Witherspoon’s first film and Mulligan’s last.

Mulligan also directed Natalie Wood in a personal favorite of mine, “Love with the Proper Stranger.”

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Sunday March 9, 2008

Filed under: General — m759 @ 1:00 AM


The 3x3 grid as religious symbol

Click for context.

Related material:

Pictures of Nothing

Art Wars: Epiphany

Tilting at Whirligigs

Down the Up Staircase

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Tuesday February 5, 2008

Filed under: General — m759 @ 6:05 AM

A literary complaint:

Philip Larkin on his fear of death

This is a special way
   of being afraid
No trick dispels.
   Religion used to try,
That vast, moth-eaten
   musical brocade
Created to pretend
   we never die….

A literary response
quoted in
The Last Enemy

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

Introibo ad altare Dei.

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called up coarsely:

— Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding country and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.

Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.

— Back to barracks! he said sternly.

He added in a preacher’s tone:

— For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.

He peered sideways up and gave a long low whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold points. Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm.

— Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the current, will you?

— James Joyce, Ulysses

From a musical brocade:

“My shavin’ razor’s cold
 and it stings.”

— John Stewart,
    who died on January 19

For the rest of
the brocade, see
The Last Enemy.

Related material:

The Crimson Passion:
A Drama at Mardi Gras

and the quote by Susan Sontag
in yesterday’s entry,
as well as a recent
New York Times book review:

NYT review of a book on the death of Susan Sontag

“Slow music, please.
 Shut your eyes, gents.
 One moment. A little trouble
 about those white corpuscles.
 Silence, all.”

 Ite, missa est.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Monday May 21, 2007

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 4:48 AM
Down the
Up Staircase

Commentary on a
Jonathan Borofsky
painting in the
May 21 New Yorker:

IMAGE- Borofsky's 'Four Gods' and related structures

"… Mondrian and Malevich
are not discussing canvas
or pigment or graphite
or any other form of matter.
They are talking about about
Being or Mind or Spirit.
From their point of view,
the grid is a staircase
to the Universal…."

Rosalind Krauss

Friday, December 13, 2002

Friday December 13, 2002

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 12:00 AM

Dead Poets Society

Man’s spirit will be flesh-bound, when found at best,
But úncúmberèd: meadow-dówn is nót distréssed
For a ráinbow fóoting it nor hé for his bónes rísen.

—  The Caged Skylark,

Gerard Manley Hopkins,
Society of Jesus

In accordance with this sentiment,
this midnight in the garden of good and evil
is the occasion for a change of site music
to “Skylark,” by Hoagy Carmichael
(lyrics by Johnny Mercer).

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