Tag: time

Boundaries of Memory

The other day, when I finished F. Scott Fitzgerald’s This Side of Paradise, a book I have not been able to process or write about, I realized I wanted my next book to come with very little history, fame, or critical baggage. I won’t say that I wanted an easy read, but I wanted something a bit more straightforward. I’m not…

Speaking of Poetry

I just started reading Passing Through: the Later Poems, New and Selected by Stanley Kunitz. This is my first foray with the works of this American poet. I had not even heard of him until a few years ago, when one of my former professors passed along a link to a video of him reading, “God’s Grandeur” by Gerard Manley…

Solitude and Patience

I found a few of paragraphs from Ranier Maria Rilke’s second and third letters to Franz Kappus meaningful. From the letter dated April 5, 1903: Of course, you must know that each letter of yours will always give me pleasure, and be indulgent towards my answers, which may often leave you empty-handed; fundamentally and precisely in the deepest and most important…

Time to Be

Every now and again, I go through a phase in which I feel overwhelmed, discombobulated, adrift, and/or misanthropic. At those times, I feel unable to create, unable to start anything new. I usually end up cleaning something in the hopes that a lack of clutter will get me fired up again. As you’ve likely guessed, such a funk hit me…

What Should We Read?

After his introduction, Harold Bloom gets down to business in The Western Canon with “An Elegy for the Canon.” It is a fascinating chapter. The opening paragraph lays things out: Originally the Canon meant the choice of books in our teaching institutions, and despite the recent politics of multiculturalism, the Canon’s true question remains: What shall the individual who still…

With God’s Help

For a few months now, I’ve opened Twitter only to post links to my daily photos. While I’m there, I take a peek at whatever happens to be in my timeline at that moment. Nothing changes. It is all dross. I find little more than despair, vapidness, and panic. I used to tell myself that Twitter was a great medium…