I want to bring back into the world of men some little bit of wisdom. There is a little wisdom in the world; Heraclitus, Spinoza, and a saying here and there. I want to add to it, even if only ever so little.
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Has anyone ever stopped to think what monotheism has done to the world? It might be the single belief that has “enslaved” the human head more than any other. – When there were many gods, there were many possibilities for thinking. One god did and said this, another did that, and there was a certain “openness” to what life was all about. There was also an openness to what man was all about…Suddenly, with the Judeo-Christian single god, all that stopped. Continue reading
People come to opera in many different ways. One common way is to become enthralled by a particular contemporary singer or voice type, which in many cases leads to a larger appreciation of the art form itself. Part of this process often involves not only extensive reading, but also conversations with older aficionados, then to an exploration of great recordings of the past. This exploration is most enlightening and results in appreciations and understanding which are very enriching experiences.
Going through this process has happily led many of us to seek out recordings of the greatest Italian tenor of the 20th century, Enrico Caruso (1873-1921), the man Caruso authority Francis Robinson called “the greatest singer of his time, perhaps of all time”. Continue reading
At over 7.5 feet in height, Valentine’s Diamond Column extends its visual pallet by refracting light through its golden density. The shimmering surface suggests a religious shrine sequestered in silence.
DeWain Valentine’s Pages are Listed Above.
What schools never teach. – March 25, 2014. Yesterday the Malaysian government finally announced that Flight 370 had crashed in the southern part of the Indian Ocean killing all 239 people on board. Of course this is horrible news, especially for those who actually knew someone on the plane. However, 99.999% of the people who followed the saga on TV knew nobody on the plane. During the fourteen days of uncertainty about the 239 passengers, more than 1,000,0000 other people died in the world. Their deaths received absolutely no press coverage. – Some of the reactions I saw to the announcement of the crash were striking. Watching people lament the death of a loved one is always a horrible thing to see. But it was not those people who struck me the most; it was the people who wanted to know “THE TRUTH”, the whole truth. News people and some family members kept claiming that the lack of truth about what happened on Flight 370 was scandalous…What exactly happened in the cockpit? What went on in the minds of the pilots? What exact flight path did the plane take? What were the exact backgrounds of everyone on the plane? Who and what actually are to blame for the catastrophe? And on and on…But perhaps the real scandal has nothing to do with these unanswered questions. Perhaps the real scandal is the people think they can KNOW the reasons and causes of…EVERYTHING. This is where we are in the world today. People think they have the right to know everything and they are sure that – with the correct information – they can KNOW…EVERYTHING. – What ludicrous folly! What stupidity! What unthinking cretinism! What imbecility! What naivety! What myth! What absurd nonsense!… Continue reading
“I will say without reservations that from my point of view there can be no abstractions. Any shape or area that has not the pulsating concreteness of real flesh and bones, its vulnerability to pleasure or pain is nothing at all. Any picture that does not provide the environment in which the breath of life can be drawn does not interest me.”
Mark Rothko ’53
Harwood’s work often takes place in the years during and around the Second World War. As an immigrant to Britain from South Africa in 1951, whose Jewish family in Europe suffered anti-semitism, it’s unsurprising that he’s sensitive to evidence of persecution and the vilification of minorities.
His plays, screenplays and books usually have a moral dimension – from Roman Polanski’s film about the Holocaust The Pianist, for which Harwood won his Oscar for Best Adapted Screenplay, his screenplay of Oliver Twist, also directed by Polanski, to his adaptation of South African novel Cry the Beloved Country.
His two new plays due to open in the West End this year – Collaboration directed by Peter Hall and An English Tragedy directed by Michael Blakemore – deal with conflicting loyalties involving country, family and beliefs. And he’s a former President of both English and International PEN, the literary and human rights organisation.
Harwood’s career takes him around the world and he has strong opinions about smoking bans – or lack of. “I went for the press junket in New York for the film Oliver Twist [in September 2005]. New York is the worst. I could smoke in my hotel suite but nowhere else. But it was lovely weather that day, thank god. But in the winter it’s a nightmare! I was there for a play of mine two or three years ago and it was vicious weather. And we had to stand outside and smoke because I can’t get through rehearsals without a cigarette. So it’s pretty terrible in New York. Continue reading
Jesus, Joseph and Mary O’Hoolihan — the Figueroa Press has reissued A. J. Langguth’s Jesus Christs!
It has barrel-aged for thirty years and luxuriates the palette as a smoky peat of vapor rising from the crystal of its song. Had the Iceman a sacristy’s Chablis he’d raise a brimming cup to the author’s reverie. This is a novel to savor — saviors to savor! The Word made flesh and the flesh made words. Continue reading