Because Korrektiv has the coolest friends on the block…
The Manhattan Lawyer passed along this wondrous screed. It took me back.
Because Korrektiv has the coolest friends on the block…
The Manhattan Lawyer passed along this wondrous screed. It took me back.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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Excellent. Thanks.
Wow. Korrektiv DOES have cool friends.
Let's recruit the author for a guest-posting gig.
It reminded me of my days in the dorm at St. Thomas Aquinas where we would debate whether rock music was invented by Satan.
My take-away came at the end: "Dionysus is the god of the mob. The necessary Apollonian redress is a private endeavor."
On the other hand, contra Apollo, we have Christ. Cf. Lynch's Christ and Apollo:
"As for the title, Christ and Apollo. Nietzsche and Spengler have
accustomed us to the contrariety and the pairing of Dionysus and Apollo: energy and form, infinite and finite, enthusiasm and control, romantic and classic. Because I think that in our time we need a new movement toward the definite and away from the dream, I take even the symbol of Apollo as a kind of infinite dream over against Christ who was full of definiteness and actuality — and was on that account rejected by every gnostic system since, even up to now. Even if a little unjustly, let Apollo stand for everything that is weak and pejorative in the "aesthetic man" of Kierkegaard and for that kind of fantasy beauty which is a sort of infinite, which is easily gotten everywhere, but which will not abide the straitened gates of limitation that leads to stronger beauty. Let him also stand for a kind of autonomous and facile intellectualism, a Cartesianism, that thinks form can be given to the world by the top of the head alone, without contact with the world, without contact with the rest of the self.
"On the other hand I mean Christ to stand for the completely definite, for the Man who, in taking on our human nature (as the artist must) took on every inch of it (save sin) in all its density, and Who so obviously did not march too quickly or too glibly to beauty, the infinite, the dream. I take Him, secondly, as the model and source of that energy and courage we again need to enter the finite as the only creative and generative source of beauty."
Merry Christmas!
Sir —
I look forward to reading William F. Lynch’s “Christ and Apollo: The Dimensions of the Literary Imagination.”
Yours
JDD
Mr. Daniels – thanks awfully for stopping by. Dew Drop Inn again sometime; you might enjoy the company.