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Calling a Spade a Spade

August 15th, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

Another great week for Corporate America!

The economy is flatlining. Global financial markets are in turmoil. Your stock price is down about 15 percent in three weeks. Your customers have lost all confidence in the economy. Your employees, at least the American ones, are cynical and demoralized. Your government is paralyzed.

Want to know who is to blame, Mr. Big Shot Chief Executive? Just look in the mirror because the culprit is staring you in the face.”

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Summer Afternoon

August 12th, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

By the cool water the breeze murmurs, rustling
Through apple branches, while from quivering leaves
Streams down deep slumber.

– Sappho (c. 600 B.C.E.)

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Powerful Older Women

August 11th, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that the most brilliant entertainment performance I have ever seen was Margo Martindale’s turn as the villainess Mags Bennet in the recently concluded second season of the FX television show “Justified.” The climactic scene in the season opener, in which Mags poisons a neighbor who has crossed her and then sits there casually chatting with him as he dies, as if she were merely euthanizing a pet who needed to be put down, practically had me falling on the floor in amazement. I had forgotten that television could be this good.

The role broadens and deepens over the course of the season, showing how Mags’s warm, nurturing qualities co-exist with her murderous inclinations, and presenting her as a heroine to her small, tightly-knit Appalachian community when a smoothly polished strip-mining company executive oozes into town with her slick corporate routine. It’s refreshing to see moral complexity explored with such intelligence and depth. This is the first DVD I can think of that I’ll probably rush out and buy as soon as it’s released. Martindale is up for a best supporting actress Emmy, and I can scarcely imagine someone more deserving. I am so glad to see this level of quality work being infused into our fractious cultural mix.

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Scorched Earth

August 10th, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

J.R. R. Tolkien wrote in The Lord of the Rings about a pastoral land called Ithilien, strategically located on the periphery of the Dark Lord Sauron’s realm, that was overrun by evil forces in the years preceding the War of the Ring. When the hobbits Frodo and Sam pass through there with Gollum on their dangerous journey into Mordor, they find traces of Ithilien’s once abundant natural beauty. Mother Nature being eternal, over time the land of Ithilien is restored to its former splendor, once the King has returned to his rightful place on the throne of Gondor.

“Many great trees grew there, planted long ago, falling into untended age amid a riot of careless descendants; and groves and thickets there were of tamarisk and pungent terebinth, of olive and of bay; and there were junipers and myrtles; and thymes that grew in bushes, or with their woody creeping stems mantled in deep tapestries the hidden stones; sages of many kinds putting forth blue flowers, or red, or pale green; and marjoram’s and new-sprouting parsleys, and many herbs of forms and scents beyond the garden-lore of Sam. The grots and rocky walls were already starred with saxifrages and stonecrops. Primeroles and anemones were awake in the filbert-brakes; and asphodel and many lily-flowers nodded their half-opened heads in the grass: deep green grass beside the pools, where falling streams halted in cool hollows on their journey down to Anduin.”

Fictional though it may be, Ithilien is a lovely image to keep in mind in considering America’s faded beauty and the scorched earth tactics that permeate the public commons, preventing our ability to avoid cyclical calamity—let alone make progress towards restoring our faded glory. Petty empires may rise and fall, but Mother Nature always bats last.

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Crash

August 9th, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

I did a dumb thing moving computer files around the other day, resulting in the system crashing around the same time the stock market began tumbling down. The computer still worked, but the stored content was stripped bare and all the programs were welcoming me as if I were just signing on for the first time. I spent a few panicky minutes trying to retrace my steps and patch Humpty Dumpty together again, but weird things started replicating and freezing up, and I fortunately had the presence of mind to recognize I was out of my depth. I turned off the machine and let both it and myself cool down over the weekend.

Yesterday I schlepped the thing into Apple’s Genius Bar, where the friendly geeks were most helpful and succeeded in recapturing most of the lost content. I was prepared for the worst, so it was a nice turn of events. The thing is a mess, but at least I can find the stuff I really don’t want to lose. Now it becomes fodder for the massive organizing project I have underway. Better late than never. Creative chaos is my medium, but there comes a time when disorder is no longer amusing. I got the memo on that awhile ago, I’m just still playing catchup. The silver lining in this experience is that it kick starts it all onto a new field. There is always more to explore.

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree (1893)

August 5th, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

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Tiamat, the Chaos Dragon

August 4th, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

Tiamat, the chaos dragon, is the Great Mother. She has a dual character. As the origin of good she is the creatrix of the gods. Her beneficent form survived as the Sumerian goddess Bau, who was obviously identical with the Phœnician Baau, mother of the first man. Another name of Bau was Ma, and Nintu, “a form of the goddess Ma”, was half a woman and half a serpent, and was depicted with “a babe suckling her breast”. The Egyptian goddesses Neheb-kau and Uazit were serpents, and the goddesses Isis and Nepthys had also serpent forms. The serpent was a symbol of fertility, and as a mother was a protector. Vishnu, the Preserver of the Hindu Trinity, sleeps on the world-serpent’s body. Serpent charms are protective and fertility charms.

As the origin of evil Tiamat personified the deep and tempests. In this character she was the enemy of order and good, and strove to destroy the world.

I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam
To be exalted with the threatening clouds.

Tiamat was the dragon of the sea, and therefore the serpent or leviathan. The word “dragon” is derived from the Greek “drakon”, the serpent known as “the seeing one” or “looking one”, whose glance was the lightning. The Anglo-Saxon “fire drake” (“draca”, Latin “draco”) is identical with the “flying dragon”.
In various countries the serpent or worm is a destroyer which swallows the dead. “The worm shall eat them like wool”, exclaimed Isaiah in symbolic language. 2 It lies in the ocean which surrounds the world in Egyptian, Babylonian, Greek, Teutonic, Indian, and other mythologies. The Irish call it “morúach”, and give it a mermaid form like the Babylonian Nintu. In a Scottish Gaelic poem Tiamat figures as “The Yellow Muilearteach”, who is slain by Finn-mac-Coul, assisted by his warrior band.
There was seen coming on the top of the waves
The crooked, clamouring, shivering brave . . .
Her face was blue black of the lustre of coal,
And her bone-tufted tooth was like rusted bone.

The serpent figures in folk tales. When Alexander the Great, according to Ethiopic legend, was lowered in a glass cage to the depths of the ocean, he saw a great monster going past, and sat for two days “watching for its tail and hinder parts to appear”. An Argyllshire Highlander had a similar experience. He went to fish one morning on a rock. “He was not long there when he saw the head of an eel pass. He continued fishing for an hour and the eel was still passing. He went home, worked in the field all day, and having returned to the same rock in the evening, the eel was still passing, and about dusk he saw her tail disappearing.” Tiamat’s sea-brood is referred to in the Anglo-Saxon epic Beowulf as “pickers”. The hero “slew by night sea monsters on the waves”.
The well dragon–the French “draco”–also recalls the Babylonian water monsters. There was a “dragon well” near Jerusalem. From China to Ireland rivers are dragons, or goddesses who flee from the well dragons. The demon of the Rhone is called the “drac”. Floods are also referred to as dragons, and the Hydra, or water serpent, slain by Hercules, belongs to this category. Water was the source of evil as well as good. To the Sumerians, the ocean especially was the abode of monsters. They looked upon it as did Shakespeare’s Ferdinand, when, leaping into the sea, he cried: “Hell is empty and all the devils are here”.
There can be little doubt but that in this Babylonian story of Creation we have a glorified variation of the wide-spread Dragon myth. Unfortunately, however, no trace can be obtained of the pre-existing Sumerian oral version which the theorizing priests infused with such sublime symbolism. No doubt it enjoyed as great popularity as the immemorial legend of Perseus and Andromeda, which the sages of Greece attempted to rationalize, and parts of which the poets made use of and developed as these appealed to their imaginations.

from Myths of Babylonia and Assyria, by Donald A. MacKenzie [1915]

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The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party

August 3rd, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

“The Tea Party version of the American Revolution is not just fundamentalist: it is also Disneyfied, sentimentalised, and whitewashed. It rests on a naïve, solipsistic and exceptionalist faith that for America it will all work out in the end, because America is “the greatest nation in the world”. They take solace in tautology: America is great – this they know – because Fox News tells them so.”

Sarah Churchwell: “The willful ignorance that has dragged the U.S. to the brink”


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Clowns to the Left of Me, Jokers to the Right…

August 2nd, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

“I keep saying I am not a Democrat because I have no idea what their economic policy is, and I am not a Republican because I know EXACTLY what their economic policy is. That is our policy choicesInept cluelessness on one side, and hapless fantasy-based lunacy on the other.”

http://www.ritholtz.com/blog/2011/08/something-happening-here/

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Parallel Universes

August 1st, 2011 Leave a comment No comments

Reading about all the tantrum-throwing going on in the wake of the debt ceiling deal in Washington is making me feel as if I live in some sort of parallel universe. Where have all these people who are Shocked! SHOCKED! at the dysfunction in our political system been for the past several decades? I attribute some of it to the fact that we don’t have a functional news media in this country, leading to (among a whole host of other things) intelligent people who theoretically should know better being ultimately confused about the distinction between advocacy and legislating. The former involves expressing one’s personal vision for an ideal society, while the latter involves engaging with the messy realities of modern day politics. Different realms, and they need to be effectively bridged in more ways than they are at present.

I’ve managed to track down a few voices in the midst of the murk that appear to share my take on things. They can be found here, here and here.

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