tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post7166566303168755259..comments2024-02-19T20:45:03.110-05:00Comments on Red Mug, Blue Linen : I think I have Hazlitt's problem with MichelangeloLaurenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-54290589560502891472011-03-26T16:31:22.369-04:002011-03-26T16:31:22.369-04:00Thanks .. but I was getting kind of used to "...Thanks .. but I was getting kind of used to "-vorous." :)Laurenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-25925912465828825742011-03-26T11:02:45.594-04:002011-03-26T11:02:45.594-04:00Cognizant of those feelings found discriminately a...Cognizant of those feelings found discriminately among the civilized, one would expect penitence freely given for barbarism. To give what is owed under duress reproduces the fallen nature, as in the Hebrew transliterated, "Hashomer ahi anokhi?" The apparent, wrapped in the enigma of the invisible conscience under duress, is inconsolable. One leaves the last three syllables as are. The intent is to pay compliment in distress to the noble blue linen. The moon fills the valley with dew by night and the sun consumes it by day. Neither invented nor discovered; rather, realized.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-89745794621923266542011-03-25T18:21:26.168-04:002011-03-25T18:21:26.168-04:00I do not understand the penitential comment, and i...I do not understand the penitential comment, and invite you to reduce it to my level in e-mail or here. As for the last 3 syllables, you may substitute "valent" or "vorous," at your discretion. :)Laurenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-48091243388951307452011-03-25T15:55:16.641-04:002011-03-25T15:55:16.641-04:00The monster's fragment draws its own weight be...The monster's fragment draws its own weight because one is compelled to honor immortal gods so long as nature is indiscriminate in its unfeeling. Under duress we do penitence for barbarism. The first photo is of one alone, and the last of two joined at the lips. Omnicognisant?iAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-82730304380495178642011-03-25T12:54:34.985-04:002011-03-25T12:54:34.985-04:00Yes, one thought very much the same thing. It is t...Yes, one thought very much the same thing. It is too bad that this posting drew little remark, but I can certainly see why - the argument, while coherent, is not expanded enough in text, a frequent limitation of the model I've adopted. Its popularity, in the statistical summaries, depends I suppose on the illustrations. Any fragment of that monster in the middle of the courtyard is bound to draw its weight. <br /><br />Hazlitt is one of the gods' critics and rhetoricians; his reading of Coriolanus, a play no one likes at all, is the very best I've read (and I read remarks on Shakespeare for fun, but also because I would believe I would have betrayed my time in life if I did not; I think Coleridge is pretty marvelous in this vein); and the subject is central to the blog. Somehow we will revisit it. Shall I warn you? :)Laurenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-6790768275389426492011-03-25T11:49:28.407-04:002011-03-25T11:49:28.407-04:00Your first photo today, the youth in contemplative...Your first photo today, the youth in contemplative relaxation, reminds one of Rudolf Nureyev at 25 off the coast of Monaco. He is drinking the first warmth of life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com