What Meets the Eye
Thanks to Camille Paglia, I have mixed (and rather confused) feelings about the Romantic poets. In short, I don’t know what to make of them. If I am to believe Paglia, they were all perverts with strange sexual proclivities that…
Meaning and Reality
Questions about reality have come up over and over and over in the last year. When answers have been found, they’ve not always been satisfactory, although they have consistently led me to further questions. Oh, but now, that last sentence…
Cultivation
On Wednesday, the kids and I started lessons for the year. Among other things, I asked that each read a poem and deal with art every day, and by dealing with art, I mean for them to draw something, watch…
