Place, people, and property

History is a messy business, an exercise in imposing order on contradictory information, a series of provisional efforts to select signal from noise, and is best understood, as Steven Shapin wrote about the sciences, “as if it was produced by people with bodies;...

A Poem for January

  Listen to this poem here In Winter January’s sun is snared, bled of color, in black hackberry branches, alive with robin wings. In summer so solitary, they now flock to feast on raisined fruits, darker than their rust-red bellies or the lean fox padding the...

The Gift of Limits

It’s now been quite some time since I last posted. April was the climax of a ridiculously busy spring, and the downslope toward a saner, more manageable schedule has been long and slow. The whole, mad, busy time, however, got me thinking about art, obstacles, and the...

Beauty and Suffering

I learned today, via the UK’s Telegraph, that I share with newly-elected Pope Francis a favorite painting: Marc Chagall’s White Crucifixion. We also share an appreciation for the film, Babette’s Feast, his favorite, though I’d place Gabriel Axel’s masterpiece just...