Up from comments: anticipating the Pope’s words…

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Because that’s what we do here at Korrektiv.

Yesterday, in response to Mr. Lickona’s post, there was a comment quoting at length from the Catholic Encyclopedia entry on Pope Gregory VII. In that entry, the following account of the Church’s decadence is included: The tenth century, the saddest, perhaps, in Christian annals, is characterized by the vivid remark of Baronius that Christ was as if asleep in the vessel of the Church.

Now, lo and behold, today the Pope picks up on what obviously became an outrageously viral meme started right here at Korrektiv:

Soldiers Grove Stanza

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-written in solidarity with Spokane

In Soldiers Grove the Kickapoo has
Entwined among its piney banks
The shady form of greening mythos,
Which takes as motto: “Thanks–no thanks!”
Where once the village taverns numbered
In double-digits, floods encumbered
The pour, and city fathers moved
To move the village. Once approved
The people cast their lot with science
To capture solar-paneled fire
Upon a hill. Now higher and drier
Than amber bottled self-reliance–
Our thirsty tongues can still recall
How shadows made the sunlight fall.

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If you miss Seinfeld

Or if you’re tired of watching Kramer shave with butter or Elaine selling Muffin Tops, the sitcom of all sitcoms has been resurrected as a Twitter account. All new episodes @SeinfeldTodayMSeinfeld

“How my friend Maria joined the Sacred Order of the Very 1970s Catholic Social Apocalypse/Baseball Novel.”

The Awl discovers Catholic end-times literature.

Stations of the Cross, St. Brigid’s, Pacific Beach, Saturday Afternoon

Really striking work, and oddly familiar. Let’s see who signed the job…

Well now. Seems I’ve read that name before somewhere…

Color Photographs of Paris, France from 1914

Click here.

Le Blog de Jean-Paul Sartre

A little existentialism from the New Yorker. My favorite:

Monday, 27 July, 1959: 4:10 A.M.
Lunch with Merleau-Ponty this afternoon in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. I was disturbed to hear that he has started a photoblog, and skeptical when he told me that although all its images are identical—a lonely kitten staring bleakly into space as rain falls pitilessly from an empty sky—he averages sixteen thousand page views per day. When I asked to see his referrer logs, he muttered evasively about having an appointment with an S.E.O. specialist and scurried away.

So this is hell.

Basically me looking at Potter, back when I used to post at the Quotidian. Back when, you know, I used to post at all.

The House of Haddix: First Mansion

for Louise Cowan

Wisdom builds her house,
But folly with her own hands tears it down.
- Proverbs 14:1

You enter the house to see the house, four walls
And foundation under constant hazard
Of time and crumbling emotions in time.
You enter the house to see what the house
Is not: these four walls and seven mansions,
The ghostly heads turned from the weariness
Of history, the keepers of the shades
Now gone down to sacred rest and left restless,
Unburied. Enter the house. The senses detect
A quiet genius undisturbed as attic air,
Locked in a tomb, no part of the fixtures
But like a fiction, finding the locus
Where object and memory meet, escape
Time, and maintain vigilance over what
From root cellar grows in the house of Haddix:
Expressed, the elegant elegiacs
Of dust and mold, by finger of bone
That traces glistening tracks a snail would make
As it hears the volume of time, bears the weight
Of place, and nears inevitable lessons of the salt-lick.

Dear Wikipedia

In the latest New Yorker is this open letter from Philip Roth, concerning the page devoted to his novel The Human Stain (a very good novel, in my opinion, if not his best). If you read the entire letter there’s hardly any need to read the novel, given the story before and the story after. The blend of fact and fiction detailed here might be more interesting: the alleged inspiration falsely reported in Wikipedia, the actual inspiration reported by Roth, and of course The Human Stain itself.

Yet when, through an official interlocutor, I recently petitioned Wikipedia to delete this misstatement, along with two others, my interlocutor was told by the “English Wikipedia Administrator”—in a letter dated August 25th and addressed to my interlocutor—that I, Roth, was not a credible source: “I understand your point that the author is the greatest authority on their own work,” writes the Wikipedia Administrator—“but we require secondary sources.”

From racism to political correctness to academic oversight, read all about it here:

http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/09/an-open-letter-to-wikipedia.html#ixzz25wWSaO5x

Speaking of Fires

From The Writer’s Almanac:


The Great Fire of London started on this date in 1666. The fire broke out near London Bridge, at the house of Thomas Farynor, the king’s baker. One of his workers awoke at two in the morning to the smell of smoke, and the family fled over the rooftops. The blaze spread rapidly, helped by strong winds and drought conditions. Samuel Pepys, who lived nearby, took matters into his own hands and went to Whitehall to inform King Charles II of the situation. Pepys then went home to evacuate his own household and join the throngs of escaping Londoners choking the streets and the River Thames. He reported digging a hole to bury “[his] Parmazan cheese as well as [his] wine and some other things,” and contemplated ways to slow or stop the blaze. “Blowing up houses … stopped the fire when it was done, bringing down the houses in the same places they stood, and then it was easy to quench what little fire was in it.”

It was the worst fire in London’s history. It burned for four days and destroyed 80 percent of the city: most civic buildings, more than 13,000 homes, and nearly 90 churches, including St. Paul’s Cathedral, whose lead roof melted and flowed away down Ludgate Hill. A catastrophic fire of this sort was inevitable, really; the buildings were made of timber and pitch, and the lanes were narrow and crowded; overhanging upper stories nearly touched their counterparts across the way. Remarkably, there were only four reported casualties, although the death toll was probably much higher. There was one positive outcome from the fire, though: It may have halted the progress of the plague, which had been ravaging the city for the past few years. The rats and their disease-carrying fleas perished in large numbers.

Within days of the fire, architects Christopher Wren and Robert Hooke, and diarist John Evelyn, had all submitted plans for the rebuilding of the city; all of them called for making the streets more regular. In the end, almost all the original layout of the city was preserved, although the streets were widened. Wren was given the task of rebuilding 50 of the churches, including St. Paul’s Cathedral, which remains one of his masterpieces.

Cf. Seattle …

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