June 2013
34 posts
What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch,
These are the measures destined for her soul.
Wallace Stevens
Vernor Vinge, echoing Ptolemy, in A Fire Upon the Deep (Zones of Thought).
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May 2013
44 posts
HEMINGWAY, as critiqued by a writer
emiliomurillo asks: Say, what are your thoughts on Hemingway?
I suppose I take the fairly conventional view that after Twain, he’s the most important figure in the history of American fiction. He roughly - heartlessly - divorced the novel from 19th century storytelling values, wrote…


