From "The Midrash Jazz Quartet Plays the Standards" —
“… and the song of love’s recision is the music of the spheres.”
— E. L. Doctorow, City of God
(Quoted here on Dec. 20, 2020.)
Related imagery from Log24 on January 4, 2023 —

From "The Midrash Jazz Quartet Plays the Standards" —
“… and the song of love’s recision is the music of the spheres.”
— E. L. Doctorow, City of God
(Quoted here on Dec. 20, 2020.)
Related imagery from Log24 on January 4, 2023 —

The previous post linked to a review by David Ehrlich of the film
"Dog Years," starring Burt Reynolds. The review was dated April 26, 2017.
Also on that date . . .
This post from 2017 deals with the mathematics of "diamond theory,"
an approach to models of finite geometry.
Related philosophy —
The "diamond theory" of truth, as opposed to the "story theory."
(See Richard Trudeau, The Non-Euclidean Revolution.)
For those who prefer the story theory, there is, for instance,
the novel City of God by E. L. Doctorow —
"In the Garden of Adding
Live Even and Odd…."
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The Tempest
A tropical storm over Florida (lower left) as described by William Shakespeare in 1611.
“Wind over Water” in the I Ching, Dissolving: Our revels now are ended. These our actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits and are melted into air, into thin air: and, like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself, yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve and, like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. (Prospero, IV.i) |

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"We stopped at the Trocadero and there was hardly anyone there. We had Lanson 1926. 'Drink up, sweet. You gotta go some. How I love music. Frère Jacques, Cuernavaca, ach du lieber August. All languages. A walking Berlitz. Berlitz sounds like you with that champagne, my sweet, or how you're gonna sound.'" — John O'Hara, Hope of Heaven, Chapter 11, 1938 "And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance." "Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the
PARIS, — James Joyce, conclusion of Finnegans Wake |

See Hexagram 61 in this journal.
Maureen Dowd in her New York Times column this morning —
" As Audrey Hepburn said in 'Breakfast at Tiffany’s'
after she tangled with the law, 'There are certain shades
of limelight that can wreck a girl’s complexion.' "
And certain shades that can improve it . . .

The previous post suggests a reading:
"The Chinese word for 'sacred texts' is jing 經, a character
having its etymological origin in textiles. The first meaning
of this character denotes the fixed lead thread or warp of cloth,
insofar as the weft threads are woven into warp threads to
make a fabric. Its extended meaning referes to authority,
orthodoxy, and the essential way toward truth and principle."
— Page 497, Yanrong Chen, "Christian Biblical Tradition in
the Jing Chinese Culture," Oxford Handbook of the Bible
in China , edited by K. K. Yeo, Oxford U. Press, 2021.
See as well the non-Chinese word "symplectic" in this journal.
Art Blocks in the previous post —
"… making accessibility and IRL viewership a core component" . . .
From this journal on the above art date — April 6, 2021 —
Tuesday, April 6, 2021
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"I’m really interested in exploring space."
— New Yorker cover artist for the Aug. 28, 2023, issue.
Related cinematic art . . .
From a search in this journal for Nocturnal —
For some Bright Art Blocks Moments , see Cube Epiphany .
"It is not enough to cover the rock with leaves.
We must be cured of it by a cure of the ground
Or a cure of ourselves, that is equal to a cure
Of the ground, a cure beyond forgetfulness.
And yet the leaves, if they broke into bud,
If they broke into bloom, if they bore fruit,
And if we ate the incipient colorings
Of their fresh culls might be a cure of the ground."
— "The Rock," a poem by Wallace Stevens from
a section with the same title in the Collected Poems .
The red of the watermelon eaten on the cover of the
August 28, 2023, New Yorker is RGB (240, 57, 53) —
Cinnabar Red, also known as Vermilion.
For related poetic remarks, see a post of Leap Day 2004 .
Arriving in today's mail: The New Yorker.
Online context for the cover art —
Song lyric — "Away out here they got a name for wind and rain and fire."
Plato quote — "One, two, three… but where is the fourth?"
Miss Earth — "I'm here for all of the witches."
"… JoAnna Novak becomes obsessed with the enigmatic
abstract expressionist painter Agnes Martin. She is drawn to
the contradictions in Martin’s life as well as her art—the soft
and exacting brushstrokes she employs for grid-like compositions
that are both rigid and dreamy."
See as well Agnes Martin in this journal.

From the 12 AM Aug. 23, 2023, film at TCM …
See also Chaplin-related remarks in the previous post.
A related scene from April 1, 2023 . . .
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