Just listen to all those references to the self. You could have made the single most relevant presentation of the whole durned conference.
You’ve seen, haven’t you, Maria Bustillos’ two posts on DFW and self-help?
Anyway, all I’m saying is, I think you’re now obliged to write a brilliant book (it doesn’t even have to be for KP) about DFW and Percy and suicide and self-help and possibly even drinking, and present it at Gerasene 2015 in New Orleans, while we’re running the “Walker Percy Saved My Life, What Can He Do For You?” conference at Loyola.
Is all I’m saying.
SK would say that he’s in despair.
Angelico? Nah, he’s just in LA. It can be easy to confuse the two sometimes, but you can get in a car and leave LA, maybe drive down to San Diego for the night…
Thanks, Matthew, for posting the video. Some good stuff, there.
And I do think the DFW / Percy comparison is worth pursuing.
Wait. How are porn and deep space penetration not relevant – summum relevant even?
Sure, whathisname can speak to modern man – but I thought, at least if people were paying attention, that men looking at women and women looking at the stars was about as relevant as it got.
Excuse me, now, I’m so disgusted with your short-sighted view of the very best in logopoeia that I’m going to play my Xbox and watch and RP Ophiuchi jizz the universe….
JOB
You’re just bitter because you had to get up at that ridiculous hour…
I’m sure what you meant to say was that I never got to go to sleep…
JOB
Yes, of course. You must forgive me, I was very busy that night/morning. Some of the details are fuzzy.
I also think, and this is really a suspicion more than anything, he never got any further than another Wallace
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
– never got to the Old Philosopher in Rome…
On the threshold of heaven, the figures in the street
Become the figures of heaven, the majestic movement
Of men growing small in the distances of space,
Singing, with smaller and still smaller sound,
Unintelligible absolution and an end –
And you can read the rest…
http://englishhistory.net/keats/old-phil.html
JOB
Has ‘Walker Percy Saved My Life, What Can He Do For You?’ been announced as the theme for the 2015 Percy Center conference?
I’ve announced it.
Good enough!