Starting the Trip: The Matter with Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions, and the Unmaking of the World
At $150, I'm trusting the trip will be worth it.
More issues
One of the Finest Saint Books Ever
Robert Payne, The Holy Fire (1957). A Micro-Review
A GKC Christmas Poem
A Christmas Carol
by G.K. Chesterton
The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast,
His hair was like a star.
(O stern
Dion: The Wanderer Has Never Left the Building
By Rafael Alvarez, at Village Voice
Mystic Alcohology
By Michael P. Foley, at First Things
American Christmas, American New Year
Christopher Flannery at Imprimis
The Flu Ravages Your Soul and Strips You Bare. Maybe That’s a Good Thing.
I'm walking the rest of the way to Bethlehem
The Entire Nation Should be Rooting for the Wolverines
By Matthew Walther at the New York Times
Autocomplete: Coming to Terms with Our New Textual Culture
By Richard Gibson at Hedgehog Review
Scrolling Blog: December 2022
December 31, 2022
T.S. Eliot: Murderer?
Matthew Walther claims T.S. Eliot killed poetry (well, finished the slaying . . . it wasn't all TSE's fault). Perhaps. I think McGilchrist would argue the left hemisphere's approach--logic, dislike of metaphor, emphasis on calculation--killed it. No