I had built up a few images and quotes in my tumblr blog over the last month. I've copied them into typepad. Perhaps, after an almost five year quiescence, this blog will return to life. Don't stake dinner on it, though.
From Seven Sacred Words: An Open Letter to Steven Pinker, Bill Benzon: "Among others, the conference featured Georges Poulet, Tzvetan Todorov, Roland “death of the author” Barthes, Jacques Lacan the Obscure, and the Archdeacon of Deconstruction, the Dynamo of Academic Disaster, Jacques Derrida."
From the obituary of John Updike in the WSJ:“Mr. Updike’s precise, elastic prose, its joy, its unexpectedly baroque adjectives yoked with the most banal objects and images”
I find myself mystified by "precise, elastic prose." I think I would understand "precise, yet elastic prose." While the former is more poetic, I don't understand its meaning.
"Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard."Remembering Martin Luther King (again)
A little stronger language than I'm used to hearing MLK use.