Maine Rodents

 

Porcupines everywhere "down east."

stikhar iz rossii

 

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church.

This present moment

 I sat upon the shore

Fishing, with the arid plain behind me

Shall I at least set my lands in order?

London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down

Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina

Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow

Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie

These framents I have shored against my ruins

MacIntyre, Memory Eternal

 There are a handful of living thinkers that have made me re-think fundamental presuppositions that I held consciously (or not) for some time in my early life. Each, in his own way, a genius - but in particular a genius in re-shaping the conceptualization of an intellectual space for me. Until yesterday they were in no particular order, Noam Chomsky, David Bentley Hart, John Milbank, Michael Hudson, Alain de Benoist and Alasdair MacIntyre. We recently lost Rene Girard. Now MacIntyre is no longer with us. His precise analytics, pulling insights from thinkers ranging from Aristotle to Marx, was rarely matched in the contemporary world. The hammer blow that After Virtue was to so many of my assumptions and beliefs is hard to describe - my entire view of the modern project, especially around ethics, was undone. But it was also his wisdom about the human animal and what really mattered in terms of being a human being that set him apart.

A sad day for humanity.

To the servant of God, Alasdair, Vichnaya Pamyat': may your memory be eternal!

Fate and the Individual

 

Doing God's Work

This old, old technique of barrel curing tobacco in Louisiana - making perique - just produces some of the most interesting fig-meets-plum-meets-pepper tastes imaginable. Blend that with some bright virginias and there's something super special that results. 

Rarity

Rarely do I want to purchase every book a publisher puts out. But there are exceptions to every rule.

I bow to Denise Harvey publishers for their excellent work.