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White horehound bodes a bitter exodus….

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

I read The Metamorphosis back in 1992, and scribbled down these notes:

“How we treat the marginalized and the suffering of others. Impatience, indifference, disgust. (Auden’s poem.) That’s one thought this story prompted. An interesting story but I was a little disappointed. I expected more or a tour de force. Maybe it was the translation, but it struck me as almost amateurish. Kafka is a conundrum. I guess style and technique may not be his forte; as C.S. Lewis pointed out, myth making is.”

Now I’m wondering if my judgment was impaired; thinking I need to re-read. Korrektiv Summer Reading Klub, anyone?

Elsewhere in the Catholic Blogosphere

… cultural Catholicism is DEAD, DEAD, DEAD as a retention strategy for the American Catholic church in the 21st century.


Tough call whether this or Brian Ferry’s version is more evocative, anyway here are the words:

I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrand
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
If I could find me a handy boatman
To ferry me over my love and I
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy time there spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on now like the melting snow
So I?ll spend my days in this endless roving
Soft is the grass and shore my bed is free
But to be home now in carrickfergus
On the long road down to the salty sea

And in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I’ll sing no more now till I get a drink
For I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober
The handsome rover from town to town
Ah but I am sick now my days are numbered
Come all me young men and lay me down
Come all me young men and lay me down

R.I.P. David Frye…

…whose Richard Nixon comedy albums did so much to form my political sensibilities.

OMIGOSH, here’s one of them!

Happy Feast of St. Thomas

(via to Bernardo)

Today in Porn, Bad Catholics Edition.

Charlie Sheen, highest-paid actor on television and star of the mysteriously popular sitcom Two and a Half Men, has gone into rehab.

What happened to bring about this disaster for primetime comedy? “Party pal Kacey Jordan played embedded reporter, tweeting a (NSFW) photo of her crotch from the scene, then providing an eyewitness account to TMZ that elaborated on yesterday’s rumors of a ‘designer briefcase full of cocaine’ (it was a nice, ‘professional’ Gucci satchel, according to Jordan), and added her account of a marathon screening of porn in his home theater. (‘He has so much porn,’ Jordan says. ‘I think that’s all he does is probably sit there and watch porn.’) Jordan also elucidated Sheen’s alleged plan to retire from show business, ‘go fucking crazy,’ buy a $20 million, 27-room house, and fill it with a ‘porn family,’ with Jordan playing the crucial role of ‘the blonde.’”

Forget drawing a connection between porn and self-destructive behavior, I’d like to use this example to posit a connection between porn and really lousy art.

[Not pictured above: Sheen’s Catholic dad Martin as a Catholic priest in Gospa. Google Images, you disappoint me.]

Succoring selfish suckers with clustered sprays…

The Awl takes on The Rite, Walker Percy references ensue.

Percy gets mentioned in the second comment. I didn’t start it!