BY JEDIDIAH PASCHALL
“When old customs get too stubborn, they don’t let the new generation spread its ideas. So they need to be broken.” – Shiv Sanagal Monuments of modernity forged in the quintessential modern experiment we know as America are being torn down and effaced all over this country and many other Western nations are seeing the […]
Read MoreIntroduction It might be narcissistically indulgent to provide an introduction for my own work, but I ask the reader to bear with me. Usually, I don’t try to offer much commentary on my poetry. However, Sketches for a Wasted Youth represents a certain crossroads for me as a Christian of the mystical persuasion […]
Read MoreIn Memoriam – George Floyd Hail! proud warrior, for that final breath given to your people, becoming to us all a living symbol perfected in death. Victory! proud warrior, belongs to you this Memorial Day, we cast garlands on your veteran’s grave for the life you gave fighting the longest war in Earth’s […]
Read MoreThe first language of poetry is silence. All art begins with the imposing vacuum of the blank canvas. All music must spring forth from inaudible melodies. Before the truth of nature or the Divine can be grasped, the creative mind must be inclined to the vacant spaces. For one to discover meaning in shafts of […]
Read MoreIt is not the simple snapshots we have taken that are real… it is flux, it is change that is real. — Henri Bergson I. picture a moment of surf scattered sun poured in a bottle corked and sealed with wax carried on the tide bobbing about the constant current of time’s ceaseless flow […]
Read MoreIn this brief essay I mean to explore the idea that asserts that which is possible is necessary, while these are stated in a somewhat philosophical nature, I am more interested in these in their implications for human creativity which allows us to embark on the exploration of possibility and therein discover the Good, Beautiful, […]
Read MoreOriginally posted on Proust in a Time of Coronavirus:
It is hard to say whether these novice observations on my first reading of In Search of Lost Time will run true through the entire novel or if they will be falsified as the pages wax on. This notion in itself is perhaps the most exhilarating…
View original post at Searching for Proust: Can Art Save us in a Time of Pandemic? ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. John Keats – from “Ode on a Grecian Urn” In a time such as this when falconers have lost their falcons and […]
Read MoreI’ve started a new reading group for Proust’s In Search of Lost Time for anyone interested in reading this great work while we all exercise social distancing during the COVID-19 pandemic. In addition to the Proust in a Time of Coronavirus Facebook group, I have also opened up another wordpress page for those interested in […]
Read MoreThere is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early. Psalm 46: 4-5 To understand the foundation of the city of […]
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