He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
24 November 2008
Brand New Hero
Wonder of Wonders
19 November 2008
Is it written in the stars?
Stories take on a life of their own, gaining a certain truthfulness regardless of the actual facts of the events they are reporting. They have the power to strike fear or to inspire, to teach or to caution. Every great person eventually fades from memory but the story endures, even if only in bits of popular wisdom or folklore.
"'In the olden days," she said, "when a hero had been really heroic, the gods would put them up in the stars." THE HEAVENS CHANGE, said Death. WHAT TODAY LOOKS LIKE A MIGHTY HUNTER MAY LOOK LIKE A TEACUP IN A HUNDRED YEARS' TIME. "That doesn't seem fair." NO ONE EVER SAID IT HAD TO BE. BUT THERE ARE OTHER STARS.'"
18 November 2008
To Entertain Immortals
17 November 2008
Not even Orwell could have dreamed this up
15 November 2008
- 'Stand up and say your name!'
One of our greatest freedoms is the power of speech. The power to articulate, the power to voice our thoughts and dreams, and the power to inspire others to dream. So great is the power of words that I am unable to adequately express them, so I will take a passage from one who is, G.K. Chesterton.
"Well, we won't quarrel about a word," said the other pleasantly.Such is the power of words. And so great is their power that we use them even when there is no one but us to hear. We talk to ourselves. "It may indeed been said that the word is never a more splendid mystery than when it travels in a man's mind from thought to conscience and then back again to thought."
"Why on earth not?" said MacIan, with a sudden asperity. "Why shouldn't we
quarrel about a word? What is the good of words if they aren't important enough
to quarrel over? Why do we choose one word over another if there isn't any
difference between them? If you call a women a chimpanzee instead of an angel,
wouldn't there be a quarrel about a word? If you're not going to argue about
words, what are you going to argue about? Are you going to convey your meaning to
me by moving your ears ? The Church and the heresies always used to fight about
words, because they are the only things worth fighting about. I say that murder
is a sin, and bloodshed is not, and that there is as much difference between
those two words as there is between the word 'yes' and the word 'no'; or rather
more difference, for 'yes' and 'no', at least, belong to the same category.
Murder is a spiritual incident. Bloodshed is a physical incident. A surgeon
commits bloodshed."
14 November 2008
Digital artifacts?
I doubt we have any readers this dedicated (obsessive), that they frequently peruse the blog as a whole, but if such a person were to exist they would probably note minute changes occur frequently. This is because I am compulsive and always believe that it could be a little bit better, slightly more polished, more articulately phrased or artistically laid out. In the past I have gone through phases where I kept a journal or diary (usually I would write compulsively for a week or two and then stop). Every edit, change in word choice, misspelling is evident on the page, layered, as the revision was written over it, while the margins are filled with doodles providing a more accurate view into what I was thinking and feeling. These journals are actual artifacts, which could be studied and mined for information (I am not sure what would be discovered except that my younger self was very strange, but it is the nature of the medium and not the content which is the point). When I make changes on the blog, all you see is the new finished product, no evidence of the process behind it.
I do not believe that books will eventually die out and everything will become digitized but it is interesting to consider the possibility. Books, and the information they contain, can be lost or destroyed--just look at the library of Alexandria. However, a book itself is static and cannot be altered without the creation of a new entity. If everything were converted to digital media there is no guarantee that information remains constant. It almost seems like the perfect Orwellian plot-information kept in such a way that it could be constantly, subtly manipulated. Kind of like this blog. . .
11 November 2008
Words and Meaning
Replacing vast swaths of words with a single one or overusing words until they have lost all nuance and retain only the most basic of meaning limits people ability to express themselves. This is turn, limits freedom for, as Orwell pointed out, if you cannot vocalize an idea or a feeling you cannot share it and so it becomes dead. If words are the currency of thought devaluing them is detrimental to all of society.
10 November 2008
Lift your gaze on high
06 November 2008
We shall overcome their power!
I have no idea where that last paragraph came from, I simply wrote. But now on to the actual subject of this post; art. Both Enjolras and Robert Owen Hood have recently spoken on the subject, so I feel obliged to do the same. Art is the closest representation of dreams. It is the attempted perfection of persons, and the aspirations of all people. Art gives us an opportunity to portray things in the way which they actually appear. "Artists use art to tell the lies that politicians try to cover up." It is where we create, it is one of the ways with which we can we make a difference in this world. And we must choose to make a difference, we must choose to fight. People must take initiative and change. We must vote and we must care or we shall fail our potential. We will cease to create and art will die. We must care about events such as that of yesterday; November Fifth, and like Guy Fawkes we must try to make a difference.
05 November 2008
The change it had to come
03 November 2008
We need only await it with confidence and receive it with gratitude.
-- Babette's Feast