Saturday, July 14, 2018

TRUMP MOST LIKE PRESIDENT FILLMORE; THE ENIGMA OF VERA NABOKOV; ALPHA MALE WOLVES CALMING, NON-AGGRESSIVE; EISENHOWER ON PREVENTING HOLOCAUST DENIAL; THOMAS MORE ON TRIANGLES

A medieval demon, church wall graffiti, Norfolk. Even as late as the 19th century, the belief in devils and other demons was quite strong. People also believed in fairies and leprechauns (or other "little folk”).

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GOING TO AMERICA

But is it art? — that which survives —
this Fabergé egg pearled with spilled
lilies-of-the-valley, crowned
with an oval portrait of the Tzar

and two of his babes — 
the Tzar of All Russias behung
with crosses, medals, ribbons,
smiling the smile

not of a Tzar, but of a man
who knows he is handsome.
Meanwhile Dostoyevski’s mind
meanders through the yellow-gray

St. Petersburg mud, drunks lying face down
on dirty wooden sidewalks.
And Svidrigailov, unhandsome, unloved,
who can’t even commit suicide

like a decent person, alone in a room,
but roams at dawn until he meets
a guard, a Jew, the sorrow of all
Jewish faces graven in his face.

“Good day, my friend,” Svidrigailov
greets the guard, who replies,
“This is not the place” — 
But Svidrigailov, unbearably human,

needs someone, a stranger, a Jew,
to whom to say goodbye:
“Good-bye, my friend! I’m going
to America” — and pulls the trigger.

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Which will remain immortal?
The Fabergé egg with the smiling
portraits of the doomed,
or that scene, my friend, my friend,

in Crime and Punishment —
How keenly we can feel
another’s brokenness; how hard
we try to warn, “This is not the place” —

but he, deaf from being unloved,
blind from being unhandsome,
can’t see us waving to him across
the Neva and chooses to go to

America, or a paradise with seventy-two
virgins, none of them named Dunya,
none able to say No, which alone
makes a woman terrible and divine.

~ Oriana

It’s interesting to see how even with my own poems, different passages stand out at different times. This time I was struck by the bad-guy Svidrigailov’s need to say good-bye to someone, any human, before he kills himself. Only now it reminded me of a dream I had very long ago: I’d resolved to commit suicide, but first felt a need to walk around a college campus, saying good-bye to strangers.



THE ENIGMA OF VERA NABOKOV

 
~ “The more you leave me out,” Véra Nabokov told Brian Boyd while he was researching his two-volume biography of her husband, Vladimir Nabokov, “the closer to the truth you’ll be.” Not that biographers could be trusted to follow her dictum: Véra destroyed all her letters to her husband; she blacked out her contributions to joint postcards to Vladimir’s mother. In Véra (Mrs. Vladimir Nabokov), Stacey Schiff characterizes this destruction a question of “merit”: “His words, even his private ones, had a value for posterity. She felt strongly that hers did not.”

But when Schiff describes Véra’s reaction to Vladimir’s 1937 affair with Irina Guadanini—not his only infidelity, but the only one that threatened his marriage—another reason surfaces. “Until confronted with the fact that her husband’s 1937 letters to Irina had survived,” Schiff writes, “she was ready to deny that any such affair had taken place.” Schiff also remarks on Véra’s contributions to a published collection of Vladmir’s correspondence. The four letters Véra asked the volume’s editors to use were “adoring”; they had also been sent while Vladimir was courting Irina. It was, Schiff writes, “a bold, unblinking strike on all other versions of their story.”

In the pantheon of literary marriages, Véra Slonim’s to Vladimir Nabokov is remarkable for the consistency of its mutual devotion: his to her; her to his work. The Nabokovs were married for 52 years, and Boyd writes that “they seemed like young lovers even in their sixties and seventies.” No less astounding is the fact that, until 1968—that is, until Véra was 66 years old—Vladimir did not employ a regular secretary, leaving to his wife the bulk of the typing: not only his novels (which needed to be copied out in triplicate), but his correspondence—and this is to say nothing of the miles she drove, the contracts she negotiated, the meals she prepared.

In 1946, when Vladimir was suffering the stultifying effects of instructing undergraduates in “rudimentary [Russian] grammar” at Wellesley, Véra convinced her husband to propose a Russian Literature class he was eager to teach but unenthusiastic about prepping by “promising to write the lectures herself.”

At Cornell, when Vladimir caught a bug that triggered “an excoriating attack of intercostal neuralgia,” Véra took over his classes, even though she had bronchitis. When she wasn’t lecturing to the class, she was quietly ensuring it ran smoothly, “handing out papers, writing words and phrases on the blackboard.” To his students, Vladimir referred to his wife as “my assistant,” so that at least one Cornell undergraduate, later asked to identify her, averred, “That wasn’t his wife, that was his mother.” In 1967, when Véra traveled alone from their home in Montreux, Switzerland, to New York, Vladimir’s sister was summoned from Geneva to, among other things, make his morning coffee. “He simply did not even know,” Boyd notes, “how to make the coffee he drank every day.”

In the first volume of his biography, Vladimir Nabokov: The Russian Years, Boyd lists the roles Véra assumed for her husband: “wife, muse, and ideal reader; his secretary, typist, editor, proof-reader, translator, and bibliographer; his agent, business manager, legal counsel, and chauffeur; his research assistant, teaching assistant, and professorial understudy.” Schiff puts it slightly differently: “From the list of things Nabokov bragged about never having learned to do—type, drive, speak German, retrieve a lost object, fold an umbrella, answer the phone, cut a book’s pages, give the time of day to a philistine—it is easy to deduce what Véra was to spend her life doing.” Jenny Offill’s narrator in Dept. of Spectulation states the case more succinctly. “Art monsters,” she explains, “only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn’t even fold his umbrella. Véra licked his stamps for him.”



Véra Nabokov’s hair began to gray, by her own account, when she was 25. “By her mid-forties,” Schiff writes, “the opalescent bob [had] paled to a radiant white.” At Cornell, she cut a fierce figure—“many,” Boyd reports, “reported that they had never seen a more beautiful older woman”—in sharp contrast with the apparent subservience of her role in the classroom, the car, the home. Boyd, in his introduction to Letters to Véra, the collection of Vladmir’s correspondence with his wife he edited, makes clear that this apparent subservience was, intentionally or not, a façade. “She dedicated herself to serve Nabokov,” he writes of Véra, “but on her own terms.”

Véra, after all, was the one who approached Vladmir in 1923, at a charity ball, wooing him with recitations of his published poetry. When they lived Berlin she carried, he notes, a gun, and “drove like a man.” She was, he writes, “steely,” and it was around her “steely support” that Vladimir “built his life.”

Around her steely support—her ability to negotiate favorable publishing contracts; the fear she seemed to instantly instill in anyone foolish enough to criticize her husband in her presence — but atop her more quotidian buttresses as well. Taking dictation from Vladimir and driving him from coast to coast while he wrote in the backseat; keeping house for him and doing research for him and writing drafts of his lectures; in these ways she ensured that he, in Schiff’s words, “existed not in time, only in art.” ~

https://lithub.com/the-enduring-enigma-of-vera-nabokov/


  
Oriana:

These accounts remind me of Cyril in “The Phantom Thread” — the art-monster fashion-designer’s sister and his capable iron-lady business manager. Cyril is not a victim — she enjoys a sense of purpose and fulfillment. She makes her brother’s top-of-the-field career possible, and she knows it. She wields real power. 


Cyril in Phantom Thread (Leslie Manville)
 
Are women who live entirely for the man in their lives victims, prisoners — or powerful queens? Perhaps it’s both, wonderfully summarized by Transtromer:

I know the depth where one is both
prisoner and ruler, like Persephone.

Vera was certainly no doormat. A child of privilege — she grew up in a rich Jewish family and was raised to be “perfect” — she had her queenliness. ~ Véra’s character, Vladimir told her, was made of “tiny sharp arrows.” ~ (https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/11/16/silent-partner-books-judith-thurman)

Vera knew that Nabokov could not be a writer — or even a college professor — without her. He might not be entirely faithful, but he’d never leave her. She stood by him during his lean years, took over his classes at Cornell when he was ill, typed, translated, took care of all the practical arrangements — and eventually got to lead a life of elegant luxury in Switzerland. She did not have public acknowledgement of her editorial and other essential contributions, but apparently did not crave personal fame. She was the archetypal “woman behind the man,” and apparently content in her role.

Does it ever happen the other way, i.e. the husband devotes himself to his wife’s creative career? Yes, of course, though after we mention Leonard Woolf’s selfless care of Virginia, we are likely to fall silent, groping for other examples.

But when it comes to minor writers or visual artists, sure, there are plenty of supportive husbands — perhaps not as many as there are devoted, supportive wives, but a sufficient number so that feminist laments seem unwarranted. And let’s not forget paid assistants, some of whom work beyond the call of duty and find their fulfillment in that.

One way or another, these helpers should not be forgotten figures. Let’s be more aware of their great contribution. Let’s remember that there would be no Lolita without Vera Nabokov — who, besides typing, editing, translating, and conducting all the business correspondence, not to mention taking care of practical daily life and putting up with an “art monster”, is said to have actually saved the manuscript from the flames, apparently more than once.


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~ “The right-wingers are doing what psychologist Otto Rank called “partializing,” making their little something everything. It’s telling that the right choose to call being anti-abortion being pro-life as though protecting fertilized eggs is all it takes to protect life.” ~ Jeremy Sherman

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Oriana: 


Being pro-life means cherishing life in its fascinating variety, including the life of someone who doesn’t look like you. It’s the opposite of being the bullying, punitive monster raging at  the immigrants, the poor, the eccentric, the mentally ill, the homosexuals, the single mothers — the list goes on. But apparently it takes having had nurturing parents to acquire that true reverence for life. That said, lousy, punitive parenting is not completely predictive. It leaves life-long wounds, but I’ve seen children of an abusive parent break the chain of abuse. Alas, I’ve also seen the chain continue.
Labyrinth design on garment; portrait of a man Bartolomeo Veneto, early 1500
 
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ONLY ONE WAY TO UNDERSTAND ANOTHER PERSON’S FEELINGS AND PREFERENCES

 
~ “We assume that another person thinks or feels about things as we do, when in fact they often do not. So we often use our own perspective to understand other people, but our perspective is often very different from the other person’s perspective.” This “egocentric bias” leads to inaccurate predictions about other people’s feelings and preferences. When we imagine how a friend feels after getting fired, or how they’ll react to an off-color joke or political position, we’re really just thinking of how we would feel in their situation, according to the study.

In 15 computer-based experiments, each with a minimum of 30 participants, the psychologists asked subjects to guess people’s emotions based on an image, their posture, or a facial expression, for example. Some subjects were instructed to “consult their own feelings,” while others were given no instructions, and some were told to “think hard” or mimic the expressions to better understand. People told to rely on their own feelings as a guide most often provided inaccurate responses. They were unable to guess the correct emotion being displayed.

The second set of experiments asked subjects to make predictions about the feelings of strangers, friends, and partners. (Strangers interacted briefly to get to know one another before hazarding guesses about the preferences of they had just person they met.) The researchers wanted to see if people who had some meaningful information about each other—like spouses—could make accurate judgments about the other’s reactions to jokes, opinions, videos, and more. It turned out that neither spouses nor strangers nor friends tended to make accurate judgments when “taking another’s perspective.”

“Our experiments found no evidence that the cognitive effort of imagining oneself in another person’s shoes, studied so widely in the psychological literature, increases a person’s ability to accurately understand another’s mind,” the researchers write. “If anything, perspective taking decreased accuracy overall while occasionally increasing confidence in judgment.” Basically, imagining another person’s perspective may give us the impression that we’re making more accurate judgments. But it doesn’t actually improve our ability to judge how another person thinks or feels.

There were no gender differences in the results. Across the board, men and women tended not to guess another’s perspective very accurately when putting themselves in the other’s position. But this did increase self-confidence in the accuracy of their predictions—even when their insights were off.

The good news, however, is that researchers found a simple, concrete way we can all confidently and correctly improve the accuracy of our insights into others’ lives. When people are given a chance to talk to the other person about their opinions before making predictions about them—Eyal calls this “perspective getting” as opposed to perspective taking—they are much more accurate in predicting how others might feel than those instructed to take another’s perspective or given no instructions.

In the final test, researchers asked subjects both to try putting themselves in another’s shoes, on the one hand, and to talk directly with test partners about their positions on a given topic. The final experiment confirmed that getting another person’s perspective directly, through conversation, increased the accuracy of subjects’ predictions, while simply “taking” another’s perspective did not. This was true for partners, friends, and strangers alike.

“Increasing interpersonal accuracy seems to require gaining new information rather than utilizing existing knowledge about another person,” the study concludes. “Understanding the mind of another person,” as the researchers put it, is only possible when we actually probe them about what they think, rather than assuming we already know.

The psychologists believe their study has applications in legal mediation, diplomacy, psychology, and our everyday lives. Whether we’re negotiating at a conference table, fighting with a spouse, or debating the political motivations of voters, we simply can’t rely on intuition for insight, according to Eyal. Only listening will do the trick.

“Perspective getting allows gaining new information rather than utilizing existing, sometimes biased, information about another person,” Eyal explains to Quartz. “In order to understand what your spouse prefers—don’t try to guess, ask.” ~

https://qz.com/1319441/theres-only-one-way-to-truly-understand-another-persons-mind/


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A casual stroll through a lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche


 
A striking collage — even if I myself could not say Yes to even one return of my life in every detail. With some revision, yes. With a lot of revision, in fact.

 
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IS TRUMP MOST LIKE PRESIDENT MILLARD FILLMORE?

~ “Millard Fillmore is one of the most obscure US presidents, but there is plenty about him that may seem uncannily familiar.

Asylum seekers and economic migrants are flocking to the United States.

Xenophobes warn these foreigners will fuel crime, drive down wages and destroy the nation.

As nativism spreads like a prairie fire, an anti-immigrant president from New York rises to power. He has a proclivity for conspiracy theories and appoints his daughter to a key White House role.

But the year isn't 2016.

It's 1850.

It's not Donald Trump.

It's Millard Fillmore, whose sheer anonymity has made him an in-joke among presidential history fans.

Instead of Muslim or Central American refugees, it's Germans and Irish Catholics.

 
Mr Trump prefers to liken himself to Andrew Jackson, the seventh US president.

And there are similarities between the two.

Both were populist outsiders who were dismissed as unfit to govern by an out-of-touch Washington elite.

However, Jackson was a Democrat and a war hero who defeated the British at the Battle of New Orleans.

It's difficult to imagine Old Hickory, as he was known, excusing himself from military duty on the grounds that he could not march long distances, as Mr Trump did during the Vietnam War, citing bone spurs.

The parallels between the 45th president and the 13th — unlucky for some — are arguably more compelling.

Fillmore launched his career in the 1820s with the Anti-Masonic Party, hawking a paranoid rumor that ruling Freemasons were murdering whistleblowers.

Mr Trump paved the way for his White House bid by peddling a conspiracy theory, too — that President Barack Obama was not a US citizen.

Fillmore later joined the Whig Party at a time of mounting hostility to refugees from famine, rebellion and tyranny who were arriving by the shipload at the gates of the New World.

Democrats embraced these predominantly Catholic huddled masses as a new voting bloc.

But as his biographer Robert Rayback writes, Fillmore shared the fear of some other top Whigs that the incoming papist hordes would plot to subvert America's sovereignty.

When Millard lost his race for New York governor in 1844, he blamed "foreign Catholics".

Immigrant voters were "corrupting the ballot box - that great palladium of our liberty - into an unmeaning mockery", he fumed.

Compare this with Mr Trump's unfounded claim that millions of illegal immigrants cast votes in the last White House election.

There's also a familiar ring to Fillmore's gripe about American jobs being taken by "men of foreign birth to the exclusion of the native born".

Millard became vice-president to Zachary Taylor in 1849 and, following Old Rough and Ready's untimely demise a year later, an accidental president.

Fillmore biographer Paul Finkelman, who is president of Gratz College in Greater Philadelphia, says: "When Fillmore comes into office, the first thing he does is to literally fire his whole cabinet.

"Donald Trump has had more cabinet turnover than any other president probably since Millard Fillmore.

"The Fillmore administration was in constant turmoil because you didn't know who was running things from one day to the next, and that's precisely the same situation with Trump. It's government by chaos."

Millard's daughter, Abby, became White House hostess, a position as high-profile as Ivanka Trump's. First Lady Abigail Fillmore was an introvert who largely shunned social functions — not dissimilar to Melania Trump.

This president's undoing was his support for the Compromise of 1850, a pact between slave states and free states that was a signpost to the US Civil War. His stance on the toxic debate angered African-Americans.

Dr Finkelman's biography notes that one Ohio preacher said: “Would not the devil do well to rent out hell and move to the United States and rival if possible, President Fillmore and his political followers?”

In a humiliating snub, Fillmore was denied his party's nomination in 1852. He quit the Whigs to lead the virulently anti-immigrant, anti-Catholic American Party.

Dubbed the Know Nothings, they openly fomented ethnic and racial bigotry, culminating in 1855 with Bloody Monday, when Protestant mobs attacked German and Irish neighborhoods in Louisville, Kentucky, leaving at least 22 people dead.

At the elections a year later, the American Party carried just one state: Maryland — ironic, considering it had been founded as a sanctuary colony for English Catholics.

 
Politically, Fillmore was no more.

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-44688337


President Millard Fillmore, .  apostle of ethnic bigotry. It's easy to imagine him marching with the Neo-Nazis, chanting "We will not be replaced." 

 
Oriana:

Possibly Fillmore was just as revolting as a human being, but one big difference is that the US wasn't yet a world power so not as much was at stake. The fate of humanity in no way depended on Pres. Fillmore. He’s forgotten now, and the stain he left on the presidency has faded with time. We may not be so lucky with the current incumbent.

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Given all the talk about alpha males in relation to the presidency, in the animal world alpha males don’t lead by creating chaos.

~ “The main characteristic of an alpha male wolf,” Rick says, “is a quiet confidence, quiet self-assurance. You know what you want to do; you know what’s best for the pack. You’re very comfortable with that. You have a calming effect. Point is, alpha males are surprisingly nonaggressive, because they don’t need to be.” ~ Carl Safina, Beyond Words: What Animals Think and Feel



THE MYTH OF THE NOBLE SOUTHERN “LOST CAUSE” 

 
~ "The Confederate vice-president, Alexander H. Stephens, had said in a speech at Savannah on March 21, 1861, that slavery was “the immediate cause of the late rupture and the present revolution” of Southern independence. The United States, said Stephens, had been founded in 1776 on the false idea that all men are created equal. The Confederacy, by contrast,

    is founded upon exactly the opposite idea; its foundations are laid, its cornerstone rests, upon the great truth that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery, subordination to the superior race, is his natural and moral condition. This, our new Government, is the first, in the history of the world, based on this great physical, philosophical, and moral truth.

Unlike Lincoln, Davis and Stephens survived the war to write their memoirs. By then, slavery was gone with the wind. To salvage as much honor and respectability as they could from their lost cause, they set to work to purge it of any association with the now dead and discredited institution of human bondage. In their postwar views, both Davis and Stephens hewed to the same line: Southern states had seceded not to protect slavery, but to vindicate state sovereignty. This theme became the virgin birth theory of secession: the Confederacy was conceived not by any worldly cause, but by divine principle.

The South, Davis insisted, fought solely for “the inalienable right of a people to change their government…to withdraw from a Union into which they had, as sovereign communities, voluntarily entered.” The “existence of African servitude,” he maintained, “was in no wise the cause of the conflict, but only an incident.”

Davis and Stephens set the tone for the Lost Cause interpretation of the Civil War during the next century and more: slavery was merely an incident; the real origin of the war that killed more than 620,000 people was a difference of opinion about the Constitution. Thus the Civil War was not a war to preserve the nation and, ultimately, to abolish slavery, but instead a war of Northern aggression against Southern constitutional rights. The superb anthology of essays, The Myth of the Lost Cause, edited by Gary Gallagher and Alan Nolan, explores all aspects of this myth. The editors intend the word “myth” to be understood not as “falsehood” but in its anthropological meaning: the collective memory of a people about their past, which sustains a belief system shaping their view of the world in which they live.

The Lost Cause myth helped Southern whites deal with the shattering reality of catastrophic defeat and impoverishment in a war they had been sure they would win. Southerners emerged from the war subdued but unrepentant; they had lost all save honor, and their unsullied honor became the foundation of the myth. Having outfought the enemy, they were eventually ground down by “overwhelming numbers and resources,” as Robert E. Lee told his grieving soldiers at Appomattox. This theme was echoed down the years in Southern memoirs, at reunions of Confederate veterans, and by heritage groups like the United Daughters of the Confederacy and the Sons of Confederate Veterans. “Genius and valor went down before brute force,” declared a Georgia veteran in 1890. The Confederacy “had surrendered but was never whipped.” Robert E. Lee was the war’s foremost general, indeed the greatest commander in American history, while Ulysses S. Grant was a mere bludgeoner whose army overcame his more skilled and courageous enemy only because of those overwhelming numbers and resources.

The theme of liberty, not slavery, as the cause for which the South fought became a mantra in the writings of old Confederates and has been taken up by neo-Confederates in our own time. The Confederacy contended for “Freedom’s cause,” a veteran told his comrades at an 1887 reunion, “a struggle for constitutional rights against aggression, oppression and wrong.” Other speakers at the same convention said they had “fought for the right of local self government,” for “the idea that liberty in a government like ours is best preserved by restraining central power and giving to the states…all the rights which are not distinctly and absolutely conferred upon the central power.”

These arguments remain alive. On a visit to a Confederate cemetery before she became President Bush’s secretary of the interior, Gale Norton expressed regret that with the Confederate defeat “we lost too much. We lost the idea that the states were to stand against the federal government gaining too much power over our lives.” Senator John Ashcroft, now attorney general, told the neo-Confederate magazine Southern Partisan that “traditionalists must do more” to defend the Southern heritage.

Any such compromise in 1861, of course, would have left slavery in place and would have reinforced the right of slave owners to take their property into the territories. But revisionists considered slavery unimportant; as Craven once stated, the institution of bondage “played a rather minor part in the life of the South and the Negro.” Slavery would have died peacefully of natural causes in another generation or two had not fanatics forced the issue to armed conflict. Republicans who harped on the evils of slavery and expressed a determination to rein in what they called “the Slave Power” goaded the South into a defensive response that finally caused Southern states to secede to get free of the incessant pressure of these self-righteous Yankee zealots. Revisionism thus tended to portray Southern whites as victims reacting to Northern attacks; it was truly a war of Northern aggression.

Since the 1950s most professional historians have come to agree with Lincoln’s assertion that slavery “was, somehow, the cause of the war.” Outside the universities, however, Lost Cause denial is still popular, especially among Southern heritage groups that insist the Confederate flag stands not for slavery but for a legacy of courage and honor in defense of principle. When Ken Burns’s PBS documentary on the Civil War portrayed slavery as the root cause of the conflict, the reaction among many Southern whites was hostile. “The cause of the war was secession,” declared a spokesman for the Sons of Confederate Veterans, “and the cause of secession could have been any number of things. This overemphasis on the slavery issue really rankles us.”Another Southerner, whose ancestor served in the 27th South Carolina Volunteer Infantry, insists that slavery was “only one issue among many that lead [sic] to secession,” and a minor one at that. Of equal or greater importance was the commitment of Confederate Southerners to “states rights, agrarianism,…aristocracy, and habits of mind including individualism, personalism toward God and man, provincialism, and romanticism.”

As Gary Gallagher notes in his introduction to The Myth of the Lost Cause, “White Southerners emerged from the Civil War thoroughly beaten but largely unrepentant.” Some proponents of the Lost Cause remained candid about the racial ideology that sustained the Confederacy. The unrepentant Edward Pollard, wartime editor of the Richmond Examiner, wrote the first history of the Confederacy, with the appropriate title The Lost Cause. The war had ended slavery, Pollard acknowledged, but it “did not decide negro equality…. This new cause—or rather the true question of the war revived—is the supremacy of the white race.” In a speech to Confederate veterans in 1890, a former captain in the 7th Georgia Volunteer Infantry echoed Pollard: “We fought for the supremacy of the white race in America.”

Such candor was exceptional in commemorations of the Lost Cause. More popular was Jefferson Davis’s postwar assertion that slavery was “in no wise the cause of the conflict, but only an incident.” In considering this “incident,” it would be well to keep in mind Henry David Thoreau’s observation that circumstantial evidence is sometimes conclusive—for example, when you find a “trout in the milk.” All of the Confederate states were slave states and all of the free states remained in the Union. That is a rather large trout.

http://www.nybooks.com/articles/2001/04/12/southern-comfort/?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=NYR%20Civil%20War%20fantasies%20Jefferson%20the%20brain&utm_content=NYR%20Civil%20War%20fantasies%20Jefferson%20the%20brain+CID_e6b1de6148a1bf590f71181cc0a2f1ed&utm_source=Newsletter&utm_term=Southern%20Comfort



A comment on Facebook:

~ “The civil war was actually a war of southern aggression. It was fought to prevent or moderate the spread of anti-slavery sentiments and laws such as Personal Liberty statutes that sought to exempt northerners from enforcement of fugitive slave laws that southern white men wanted to force on the north. The southern white population knew that unless slavery was permitted everywhere it could not survive anywhere.” ~

Oriana:

It may seem puzzling that certain people are prone to revere two great historical losers: the Confederate leaders and the Nazis. To me the most plausible answer is that the confederacy and the Nazi ideology stood for a very hierarchical, racist society. Unfortunately, this kind of society appeals to white supremacists. People with not much to be proud of can always attach themselves to “white pride.” But just being white is an insecure foundation; there is the fear of being “replaced” by other races.


THE VOCABULARY WE USE WHEN WE SPEAK ABOUT THE CIVIL WAR LEGITIMIZES THE SO-CALLED CONFEDERACY

~ “When news reports about the debate over monuments say “Today the City Council met to consider whether to remove a statue commemorating General Robert E. Lee, commander of the Confederate Army,” what if they instead were written in this way: “Today the City Council debated removing a statue of slaveholder and former American army colonel Robert E. Lee, who took up arms in the rebellion against the United States by the so-called Confederacy?”

Historian Michael Landis suggests professional scholars should seek to change the language we use in interpreting and teaching history. He agrees with people like legal scholar Paul Finkelman and historian Edward Baptist when they suggest the Compromise of 1850 be more accurately referred to as an Appeasement. The latter word precisely reflects the sway that Southern slaveholders held in the bargain.

Landis goes on to suggest that we call plantations what they really were—slave labor camps; and drop the use of the term, “the Union.” A common usage in the 19th century to be sure, but now one we only use “the Union” in reference to the Civil War and on the day of the State of the Union address. A better way to speak of the nation during the war, he argues, is to use its name, the United States.

In the same way, we could change the way we refer to secessionist states. When we talk of the Union versus the Confederacy, or especially when we present the strife as the North versus the South, we set up a parallel dichotomy in which the United States is cast as equal to the Confederate States of America. But was the Confederacy really a nation and should we refer to it as such?

“If you think about it,” Hahn said, “nobody in the world recognized the Confederacy. The question is can you be a state if no one says you are a state?” 

Of course, international recognition and support for the rebellion was intensely important to secessionist leaders, not just because Jefferson Davis desired the military backing of Great Britain and other European nations, but because they sought the legitimacy that came with it. Hahn says that President Abraham Lincoln and his administration believed that its leaders didn’t have the right to leave the United States or the authority to take their states with them. Looking at leaders like Lincoln during the war and Frederick Douglass in its aftermath, it is apparent that the concept of being careful about the terms we use to describe the period is not a new challenge. In his writings, Lincoln referred to the group he was fighting as the “so-called Confederacy” and Jefferson Davis never as president, only as the “insurgent leader.”

The highest rank Lee achieved in the United States Army was colonel, so given his role as general in service to a failed revolution by a group of rebels, how should we now refer to him?

It would be just as accurate to refer to Lee, who led an armed group against national sovereignty, as an insurgent or a warlord, if not a terrorist. Imagine how different it would be for a school-age child to learn about the War of the Rebellion if we altered the language we use.

Just a few years after the war, Frederick Douglass had already begun to see that the losers of the war were winning the peace because he felt that the American people were “destitute of political memory.” Douglass often referred to the war as a “rebellion” and was careful not to speak of the rebels in any honorific way, and pledged himself to never forgive the South and to never forget the meaning of the war.

On Memorial Day in 1871 at the Civil War Unknown Monument at Arlington National Cemetery, Douglass’ speech was resolute:

    We are sometimes asked in the name of patriotism to forget the merits of this fearful struggle, and to remember with equal admiration those who struck at the nation’s life, and those who struck to save it—those who fought for slavery and those who fought for liberty and justice. I am no minister of malice . . . I would not repel the repentant, but . . . may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth if I forget the difference between the parties to that . . . bloody conflict . . . I may say if this war is to be forgotten, I ask in the name of all things sacred what shall men remember?

As Douglass was already concerned that the victors were losing the war of historical memory to the supposedly vanquished, I am not sure that he would have been surprised that not far from where he stood at the national cemetery—often considered the nation’s most hallowed ground—a Confederate memorial would be built in the early 20th century to the insurgents he felt “struck at the nation’s life.”

 
Douglass knew, day-by-day, after the shooting stopped, a history war was playing out. It is clearly not over yet. Words, though they do not stand as marble and bronze memorials in parks and in front of buildings or fly on flagpoles, are perhaps even more powerful and pernicious. The monuments we've built with language may, in fact, be even more difficult to tear down.” ~

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/smithsonian-institution/we-legitimize-so-called-confederacy-vocabulary-thats-problem-180964830/#6bM74IWg0G7vea1G.99


 
Oriana:

Vocabulary is powerful. Note the recent use of “infest” to describe immigration, reminiscent of Nazi efforts to present Jews as vermin (rats, cockroaches) infesting Germany. But we need not reach for such a stark example: it’s startling to realize that simply saying a “former American army colonel Robert E. Lee” takes the traitor down several pegs, while saying “General Robert E. Lee” unduly dignifies him. Such a simple change — and already such impact.

There is indeed a partial but undeniable parallel here between Germany and the US: Germany having to deal with its Nazi past, and the US having to deal with the painful historical wound of slavery. It’s astonishing to consider that Germany outlawed the display of the swastika — so the Neo-Nazis adopted the Confederate flag as the nearest thing, a symbol of white supremacy.

Just as the display of the swastika is illegal, there are no monuments to Hitler or other Nazi leaders in Germany — and no “but this is our history!” argument in favor of them — while there are over 700 statues of Confederate leaders scattered all over the country — up to 1,000 by one estimate.

The second great wave of erecting those monuments happened during the struggle for Civil Rights. These monuments to white supremacy were going up in protest against the effort to abolish racist discrimination. Talk about trying not just to reverse an actual reckoning with the infamous past, but to glorify it.

Why were discriminatory laws passed in the wake of the Southern defeat? A big economic factor was at work in the post-Civil War era — the huge importance of the cotton industry in the country’s economy. Both the South and to a degree the North feared the collapse of the cotton industry without the coerced labor.

There is of course also the genocide of the Native Americans to be dealt with — in Hitler’s eyes, America’s great accomplishment, perhaps the greatest. But here we need to remember that just as Germany has made many positive contributions to civilization, so has the United States — any country’s history is a mix of the good and the bad, though only some countries rose to have a global impact — again, both for the good and the bad. There is enough of the good so that the fear of “being paralyzed with guilt” is just another excuse for silence. 

 
Lee's statue being removed in New Orleans
 
GENERAL EISENHOWER’S VISIONARY ACTION TO PRESERVE THE EVIDENCE OF THE HOLOCAUST


 
~ “In 1945, General Dwight D. Eisenhower, Supreme Allied Commander, anticipated that someday an attempt would be made to re-characterize the documentation of Nazi crimes as propaganda and took steps against it:

 
    ~The same day I saw my first horror camp. It was near the town of Gotha. I have never been able to describe my emotional reactions when I first came face to face with indisputable evidence of Nazi brutality and ruthless disregard of every shred of decency. Up to that time I had known about it only generally or through secondary sources. I am certain however, that I have never at any time experienced an equal sense of shock.

    I visited every nook and cranny of the camp because I felt it my duty to be in a position from then on to testify at first hand about these things in case there ever grew up at home the belief or assumption that "the stories of Nazi brutality were just propaganda". Some members of the visiting party were unable to go through with the ordeal. I not only did so but as soon as I returned to Patton's headquarters that evening I sent communications to both Washington and London, urging the two governments to send instantly to Germany a random group of newspaper editors and representative groups from the national legislatures. I felt that the evidence should be immediately placed before the American and the British publics in a fashion that would leave no room for cynical doubt. ~

Eisenhower, upon finding the victims of the death camps, ordered all possible photographs to be taken, and for the German people from surrounding villages to be ushered through the camps and even made to bury the dead.” ~ (Wikipedia)

 
~ Eisenhower [said] "I want all the correspondents and cameramen in here. I want this documented, because someday some sonofabitch is going to say this didn't happen." My father's Unit was part of the group that liberated Dachau in 1945. ~ Al Letner, comment on this photo.

WILL RACIAL OR ETHNIC BIGOTRY EVER END?

 
Tampa, FL, July 8, 2018
 
“You know, I tried to talk about good roads and good schools and all these things that have been part of my career, and nobody listened,” the segregationist George Wallace once said of his rise to power. “And then I began talking about niggers, and they stomped the floor.”

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2018/05/there-is-only-one-trump-scandal/560825/?utm_source=fbb

Oriana:

The need for scapegoats, and someone to feel superior to. Not sure that can ever end. People with no opportunity for creativity and love easily turn to hate in order not to hate themselves.

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THOMAS MORE ON “TRIANGLES”

~ “It shouldn’t be a surprise that soon after people get married some new thing comes threatening the status quo. Hillman and Pedraza talk about a triangle as a dynamic force that would be both challenging and life-giving. The triangle might be the typical pattern of a married couple challenged by a third person who may be a lover, a friend, or even a business associate. The third intruding factor might not be a person but a job, a hobby, or an intellectual interest. I’ve known a few married couples dealing with a new religious or spiritual fascination that captured one of the people.

Hillman’s comments on marriage may sound extreme. He says that the fantasies married people have at the beginning, fantasies of togetherness symbolized by an unbroken ring, are delusional and defensive. They keep eros out. They’re rooted in anxiety about the stability of the marriage being threatened. Such an arrangement can’t hold, because life wants to break in on that deathly demand for absolute stability.

Hillman offers a rule of thumb: “The more we rigidly insist upon unity the more diversity will constellate.” He was always in favor of diversity, or psychological polytheism, making it one of the foundational planks in his archetypal psychology. For myself, whenever I hear someone insisting on unity, in whatever context, I worry about the suppression of the soul, which is many-sided and full of the richness and the tension of multiple urges.
So the third factor, whatever it is — the desire for another person, a new job, interest in another country, a new art — will probably disturb the status quo. For me this insight about the delusion of unity and the necessity of a triangle has been a breakthrough idea.

A similar pattern may arise in a person’s religious life. You may grow up in a family in which a certain religious understanding and practice are taken for granted. Then you go to college and discover a larger world. You come home with new ideas, and your family worries about you. In their anxiety, in their delusion of unity and assumption that there is only way to be religious, they find it difficult to embrace their wayward child.

The secret is not to be too literal about a new passion. A triangle is an opportunity for a new vision of life and not necessarily about a new relationship or love interest.” ~

~ Thomas More, A Religion of One’s Own


A meteorite found in Argentina
 
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A PARAMEDIC SPEAKS ABOUT RANDOMNESS AND SURVIVAL

 
~ “Since time began we have been story telling, pattern seeking, meaning making animals. But RELIGIOUS DOTS, LIKE HISTORY, ARE CONNECTED ONLY BY SURVIVORS.

Chris Kammal, a Florida paramedic:

“I work as a medic fireman. I see death and mayhem routinely. I have run thousands of calls over the last 23 years and so many of them were people in extreme crisis, or already dead when we got there.

I was asked the other day if I've ever seen miracles or things that can't be explained. My response was that I see many things beyond explanation but never anything miraculous. The miraculous implies that forces outside this world intervened, defying the basic principles of nature. But there's no evidence that the laws of physics have ever been suspended to save someone who was standing in the way.

A tree falling on a child doesn't reverse course because a mom cries out to God. There's no evidence that the universe has ever been manipulated by outside forces — in spite of ancient mythology or miraculous bible stories.

I've seen cars recognizable only by their tires, yet everyone came out alive with light injuries. I've seen
a college freshman waiting at school for his mom to pick him up, but before she got there another driver had a heart attack, jumped the curb and killed the kid. Random is the rule.

The universe does not care who you are, where you come from, how religious you are, or how much money you have. We are all potential victims. Of course, good information and alert thinking help avoid problems before they happen. But you can't always avoid a drunk barreling the wrong way in your lane, or a tsunami that washes 430,000 innocent people to their deaths.

When you are at wits end, or your life is on the line, or you're down in the foxhole of war, you might or might not pray. It helps people transcend the circumstances they're trapped in. When people pray, it can ease the stress in their minds. They need hope, even if it's fantastical. Personally, I think it's no different than doing a line of coke, or smoking a joint.

It's my belief that if more of the world embraced the truth of randomness, we would spend less time being afraid of imaginary, omnipotent gods in the sky, and spend more time helping our fellow human beings.

https://www.facebook.com/einsteinsgod/posts/1140743799280488?


Photo: Eliott Erwitt

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ending on language poetry:

“The letter! The litter! And the soother the bitther! Borrowing a word and begging the question and stealing tinder and slipping like soap.” ~ James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

Chagall: Flowers in the window, 1959

Saturday, July 7, 2018

“FIRST REFORMED” AND CHRISTLESS CHRISTIANITY; JASPER JOHNS AND THE FLAG PAINTING; WHY CONGRESS IS FAILING; HOW WHALES GOT SO BIG; AGING AND CANCER

“I caught this little cutie playing in my fountain in Nine Mile Falls, Washington," Angela Roth writes about her photo.
 
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I’M ALWAYS ASKED
WHERE I AM FROM

After the hundredth time I knew
I’d hear that question for the rest

of my life. I cried myself to sleep.
Many times. Many times.

Then I woke up and asked,
Where am I from?

Whose words do you speak,
my Old Church Slavonic mouth?

Who do you long for,
my Sephardic thigh?

Feet, did you walk
all the way from Ur?

Arms, did you build
the pyramids?

Hands, did you glean
in foreign fields?

Who did you give birth to, hips,
licked by tongues of firelight,

steep bent shadows
kneeling down? Where

are we from?
Let us count the stars

of our mother, the Great She-Bear
suckling the night sky;

let us ask
our father, the wolf.

~ Oriana

I used to be irritated by the remark, “We are all immigrants” when addressed to me; I wanted to emphasize that some of us are immigrants in a more immediate sense, and that it’s not easy to be an actual immigrant, especially if people always remind you of it by asking, “Where are you from?” But in today’s climate, I welcome the statement that we are all immigrants. In a larger sense, we are.

We are immigrants also when it comes to stages of life, but that’s a different poem:

Time the Hunter and his bright Dog
move on. Only we stand still,

immigrants approaching port,
our precious, useless past
in our arms. Ludicrous,

the luggage we take,
the old photographs. The future
will be exile, a new world.

Oriana, “From the New World”

But as I said, that’s a different poem.


Mary:

That poem sang for me — I have often felt like a stranger in a country not my own, though I have never lived in any other, like a refugee, though I have left no homeland far behind, a curiosity, though unaware how my patterns of speech marked me as provincial. And yet to know myself, all of us, part of a universe of wonder and beauty, under the stars, of the stars, at our heart that wildness still, mother bear, father wolf, undeniable, ineradicable, the end and the beginning, always at home.

A beautiful poem, whose final lines feel inevitable and perfectly satisfying.

Oriana:

Thank you, Mary. “Always at home” — what a marvelous reply to my being perennially harassed by “Where are you from?” It reminds me of Milosz’s “Here and everywhere is my homeland” — which I used as an epigraph for my “Homeland” poem, which ends: “No one is foreign.”

Even before I left Poland I started having fleeting feelings of being a stranger there — just too rejecting of Polish nationalism (a pale ghost by contrast, by still) to fit, too interested in the larger world. Later of course I got to know this feeling “big time,” and in a much more literal sense. Now it’s less and less important — where anyone is from, even if it’s undeniable that the culture one experienced during the formative years is a lifelong influence, forming a kind of matrix for what a tree is, a city, a river.

But ultimately it’s simply not that important. What matters is whether or not we’re dealing with a good human being — kind, honest, dedicated, hard-working. Note that I didn’t include “intelligent” — because over many years of learning the hard way, I discovered that though I admire and even adore intelligence, goodness is much more important.

I wish for a world where a good person can feel at home anywhere on earth.
 

galaxy in the constellation Hunting Dogs

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FIRST REFORMED: A THOUGHT-PROVOKING MOVIE THAT TAKES CHANCES

 
~ “First Reformed” is a devil-may-care film, made with the sort of reckless abandon, the desire to slam the cards of his anger face up on the table, that only an established filmmaker who’s still in a hurry will yield to. This time, the religion is up front: Hawke stars as the Reverend Ernst Toller, who, like Schrader, is originally from Michigan. Toller (whose name is that of a Jewish and Communist playwright and political activist who committed suicide in exile, in New York, in 1939) is the leader of a tiny congregation at the First Reformed Church in a fictitious town in upstate New York. He’s a terse, haunted, austere pastor in a spare, bright, austere, and museum-like church that’s two hundred and fifty years old and functions more as a virtual museum piece than a religious institution. Ernst has about ten regular parishioners, one of whom, a young woman named Mary Mensana (Seyfried), comes to him with her trouble.

Mary’s husband, Michael (Philip Ettinger), a radical environmentalist, was recently released from a Canadian jail, where he was held for actions relating to his political activism. Mary is twenty weeks pregnant. Michael wants her to abort the fetus because he can’t justify bringing a child into the damaged world, and Mary asks Ernst to meet privately with Michael at their home. The dialogue between the two men — in its writing, filming, and performance — is one of the mind-bending treasures of the recent cinema, a scene of such agonized intensity as to bring to mind work by Carl Theodor Dreyer (about whom Schrader wrote a seminal book, in 1972). Its power involves revelations about Ernst’s life, and the tortured path that led him to his calling, that turn backstory into drama and open the movie both to the pressures and passions of family legacies and the present-tense bitterness of political follies.

I’m writing about “First Reformed” with an intentional allusiveness; I’d rather err in the direction of avoiding spoilers. Suffice it to say that Ernst is an angry and bitter man; that he directs much of that bitterness at political leaders and much of it at himself; that he grows attached to Michael; and that, despite Michael’s sometimes dubious methods, he finds virtue in Michael’s fight and sense in Michael’s madness. Ernst’s increasing identification with Michael’s extreme activism, along with his deepening friendship with Mary, gives the movie its dramatic core.

“First Reformed” is also a story of apostasy — from above, so to speak — of the repudiation of many of the temporal forms of church life in favor of its rarefied spiritual mission. In this regard, it’s a sort of Kierkegaardian film, contrasting Ernst’s impractically modest ministry with a large nearby institution, the Abundant Life church, a virtual suburban concert hall—enormous, plush, well funded, shopping-mall bland, and run like a business by its wise and worldly leader, the Reverend Joel Jeffers (Cedric the Entertainer), who also oversees the practical affairs of First Reformed. The bond between the two men is warm, but there’s conflict looming: First Reformed is about to celebrate its two-hundred-and-fiftieth anniversary at a “reconsecration,” providing a major photo op for the state’s governor, for Abundant Life, and for the major donor who’s keeping First Reformed afloat, a local industrialist named Ed Balq (Michael Gaston), whose company is also a major local polluter.

It also seems as if Schrader’s philosophical temperament, political rage, erotic ardor, and self-scourging religiosity were fusing uneasily in “First Reformed” with his lifelong artistry as a filmmaker and his talent as a showman. At times, the ideal side of the film and its cinematic side separate, and the gaps register as flaws in the aesthetic texture, letdowns in artistic energy. Sometimes the urge for showmanship, for dramatic conflict, gets in the way of what Schrader is trying to say; at other times, the desire to say something, the force of his own character, takes the place of dramatic emotion. Yet when those sides meet—as they do through much of the film—the high-energy contact is of an ecstatic, arc-bright wonder and terror.

https://www.newyorker.com/culture/richard-brody/the-reckless-passions-of-paul-schraders-first-reformed?source=search_google_dsa_paid&gclid=EAIaIQobChMI89bN_pz82wIVCZNpCh0xLgjUEAAYASAAEgLHivD_BwE

an excellent performance: Reverend Joel Jeffers (Cedrik the Entertainer), the pragmatic Pastor of The Church of Abundant Life 

from another source:

~ “First Reformed” is a talky film, a point emphasized by Schrader’s choice of having the camera isolate the characters almost all of the time. But it is fascinating talk. Toller and Michael debate a doomed planet and the meaning of despondency. “You might despair at bringing a child into this world,” Toller says, “but it cannot compare to the despair of taking a child from it.” In ministering to a youth group, Toller debunks the very Calvinist idea that godliness and prosperity can be compatible (“that’s not what Jesus teaches”). In his confrontations with one of his own church’s benefactors, a Trumpian tycoon named Balq (made appropriately loathsome by actor Michael Gaston), Toller makes clear the unacceptability of good acts without good faith. Toller’s instincts are sound, his faith less so—“if only I could pray,” he tells his journal, a 12-month assignment he gives himself without much hope he will be able to finish. He drinks. When his stomach pain becomes too great, he mixes his whiskey with Pepto-Bismol.

“You’re always in the Garden,” says Jeffers, referring to Toller’s evident funk over the future of mankind. “Even Jesus wasn’t always in the Garden.” You have no idea, Jeffers tells the unhappy minister, “what it takes to do God’s work”—by which he evidently means marketing, promotion and filling a megachurch. It takes, Jeffers declares, living in the real world.

There is not much one can reveal about the narrative of “First Reformed” without giving away too much. But it is safe to say the film takes a ferociously damning view of pop Protestantism, the institutional hypocrisy of evangelicals regarding climate change and what is essentially the buying of indulgences by a wealthy few who make munificent contributions to various causes without correcting their profitable crimes. Schrader is positing that the real world is, and should be, about the life of the mind, the health of the soul—and love. Ultimately, that is where “First Reformed” ends up, even if it seems to be going everywhere else.” ~

https://www.americamagazine.org/arts-culture/2018/05/17/review-ethan-hawke-pastor-distress-and-catholic-disguise-first-reformed


Oriana:

I want to recommend “First Reformed,” but find it difficult to discuss it without spoilers. Yes, it's heavily influenced by The Diary of a Country Priest and probably by Bergman's Winter Light (I have to trust the reviewers on that), but it’s a courageous movie that's definitely not simplistic. You can say, “Here's a cliché, and here is another one” — but it's still a complex movie you can discuss for a long time afterwards.

In this movie, Mary is the savior. Charles has suggested that Mary is meant to be an angel. There are certainly clues that point that way, but the fact that she’s a single mother pregnant with a male child suggests a strong parallel with Mary the mother of Jesus. Regardless, a character can have more than one underlying meaning.

The movie also mentions Joseph. However, it’s not the Joseph of the New Testament, but Joseph of the Old Testament, the one whose brothers sold him into slavery. “Take off my shoes because I'm standing on holy ground” fuses him with Moses.

Michael, it finally occurred to me, is to evoke the Archangel Michael, the warrior angel — except that this Michael cannot win against Satan.

And Toller, though I don't doubt he was named after the German activist, has a name with "toll" in it — as in, "Do not send to ask for whom the bell tolls.” As a noun, the word “toll” means “price”; Toller certainly pays a price for insisting on the teachings of Jesus rather than the Prosperity Gospel.

The eye lamp in Mary’s living room -- is it surrealist art or the Eye in the Sky that sees everything, including our thoughts? Not that Mary and her depressed eco-warrior husband could afford avant-garde art, but this is a sophisticated, layered movie and we know it's not an accidental detail.

What about Jesus himself? Is he relevant? There is a hint that Mary’s child may turn out to be extraordinary — but only the way that any child has that potential. “Would you withhold that wonder and mystery from the world?” Toller asks Michael, who foresees nothing by climate-caused suffering ahead, and wonders if it’s ethical to bring a child into a doomed world.

Jesus is a shadowy presence here, both a force for the good and for evil in the sense of escapism. Do nothing, be happy — Jesus has already suffered, so you don’t have to! is one of the cheerful messages of the Abundant Life church. But for those who actually know the teachings, the challenge is always to forswear the pursuit of wealth (talk about an unpopular idea) in favor of “love thy neighbor.” What act of kindness can you perform today?

(How I wish this happened to be the emphasis of all religions — and not the many kinds of sin.)

(And maybe, just maybe, rather than sing “Washed in the Blood of the Lamb,” children could pick up the trash along the riverbank?)

Some viewers are disappointed and disgusted by the ending, which could be dismissed as the “all you need is love.” The happy ending is indeed a big surprise in this otherwise dark movie, but it makes its own sense. While quotations from the bible fail — each side can find biblical support for any point of view — love ends up saving lives. 


It's hard to tell if the "eye-lamp" in Mary's living room has a religious meaning. It probably does. This is a very deliberate movie; some might even say it's heavy-handed that way.


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“Religion Christless” — after seeing First Reformed, this phrase strongly resonates.

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From the department of sad irony — this photo was taken in Leeds, England.



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THIS IS THE ONLY MUSICAL: THE MOUTH

 
I don’t accept the explanation that he always sounded garbled like that, and it’s a genetic condition, like dyslexia. Go to his Youtube interviews made in 1990s, and you’re in for a shock: an alert look, restrained emotionality, coherent sentences, intelligent, relevant responses, a fairly sophisticated vocabulary typical of a college gradate. And no non-stop bragging and non-stop self-focus. A decline in brain function since then is terribly obvious. The brain attached to this mouth is producing strange language poetry.  

"NO ORGAN"


“I have broken more Elton John records. He seems to have a lot of records. And I, by the way, I don’t have a musical instrument. I don’t have a guitar or an organ. No organ.”
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THE PERSON WE ARE IN OUR WRITING

~ “The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.” ~ Diaries of Franz Kafka

Oriana: My perception exactly: we are “fearless, powerful, surprising” in our writing — our best self. And we can be that self also in the company of someone who is completely supportive, a fully trusted ally who will not attack us, so we are free of defensiveness.

The mural in Prague remains my favorite Kafka memorial



JASPER JOHNS AND THE STORY OF HIS FAMOUS FLAG PAINTING

 
~ “We’ll be seeing the flag everywhere this week, and that could be a little depressing since for some Americans this is not the best year to think about our flag and what it is coming to represent. So maybe we could think instead about a flag from another time—a flag that is and is not a flag. Let’s see if that allows us to change the subject.

As have other notable citizens of the Republic, Jasper Johns had a dream. The year was 1954, and he was twenty-four years old and living in a loft in a condemned building on Pearl Street, near the Brooklyn Bridge. He dreamed that he painted an American flag. And then he awoke, and said, Let it be so. Everyone knows the result: one of the iconic images of postwar art.

That’s the story Johns told, anyway, and there is no reason not to believe him, since there is no other good explanation for where the idea of painting a flag could have come from. Johns said he liked it because it allowed him to treat the design of the painting as a given, a found object, and then to do various painterly things to it. The painterly things include a collage of newspaper and magazine clippings, which is just visible underneath the paint, and the use of encaustic—wax mixed with pigment—which gives the piece its weathered surface. The painting is in the Museum of Modern Art. You need to see it to get it. You can “experience” Andy Warhol’s soup cans in reproduction, but not the “Flag” paintings of Jasper Johns.

 How “Flag” got into MOMA tells a story about politics and American life in the nineteen-fifties. “Flag” was included in Johns’s first solo exhibition, at the Leo Castelli Gallery, in the winter of 1958. Castelli had discovered Johns almost by accident, during a visit to the loft of Johns’s partner, Robert Rauschenberg. Johns’s loft was downstairs, and when Rauschenberg went there to fetch ice cubes for drinks from the communal refrigerator Castelli went along with him and found a studio filled with paintings of flags, numbers, maps, and targets. He realized that he had discovered gold, and he signed Johns up.

 In 1958, Johns was still virtually unknown, but, somehow, the image of a Johns painting appeared on the cover of ArtNews the week the show opened, and Alfred Barr, moma’s founding director, went to inspect the work of the new prodigy. Dorothy Miller, moma’s curator for painting and sculpture, accompanied him. Barr no longer held the director position, but he and Miller were powerful figures at the museum. They decided to purchase four works from the show. “Flag” was one of them.

But, as Mark Lamster explains in a forthcoming biography of the architect Philip Johnson, moma’s acquisitions committee was reluctant to pay for a work that was possibly poking fun at the national iconography.

Barr asked Philip Johnson to buy “Flag” and loan it to MOMA. Johnson had been associated with the museum from its founding, and served on the board of trustees. He bought the painting for nine hundred dollars. The understanding was that he would donate it back to the museum at the appropriate moment; he liked the painting and hung onto it for fifteen years.” ~

https://fysociety.net/this-year-for-the-fourth-of-july-can-we-talk-about-something-else/


 Jasper Johns, Flag, 1954

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~ “I think even from a distance, when you look at Jasper Johns Flag, it's clear that this is not your typical everyday American flag.

In the first place, as you can see when you look closely, this is a flag that is constructed, not sewn. It's solid, right? It's thick. It's object-like. It has this surface that is smeared and painted and dripped on with colored encaustic, which is a mixture of wax and pigment. You can see through it.

And underneath the pigment are strips of collaged newspapers. And when you really begin to look at these you can see that there are dates that are recognizable they allow us to locate this painting, this flag, this timeless symbol of our nation within a very particular context, the 1950s in America, which is right in the midst of the McCarthy era and the beginning of the Cold War, when symbols such as the flag would have had a very particular and potent valence.

Using the flag, Johns said, gave him a great deal of freedom, because he didn't have to design it. It was a symbol that gave him room to work on other levels, and specifically, on the making of the painting.” ~ Anne Umland, MOMA curator

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WHY THE AMERICAN CONGRESS HAS BECOME SO INEFFECTIVE

 
~ “Trump follows in the familiar footsteps of Argentina’s Juan Perón, Venezuela’s Hugo Chávez, Italy’s Silvio Berlusconi, and many other populist demagogues. Trump’s political ascendance is partly explained by the socioeconomic forces generated in the wake of globalization, technological change, and immigration. But the explanation has a second part that is just as important: as these socioeconomic forces relentlessly took their toll — over a period of decades — on the lives of struggling Americans, the government didn’t have an effective response. It had plenty of time and ample resources. It also had genuine policy options. But rather than deal proactively with the increasingly severe problems of modern society — as Progressive reformers did in addressing the massive demands of early industrialization, and as Franklin Roosevelt did in launching the New Deal to address the Great Depression—the government of our own time hasn’t taken up the challenge. And the public’s desperation and anger have grown.

The framers [of the Constitution] crafted a government some 230 years ago for a simple, isolated agrarian society of just four million people, nearly all of them farmers. Government wasn’t expected to do much, and the framers purposely designed one that couldn’t do much, dividing authority across the branches and creating veto points that made coherent policy action exceedingly difficult.

Compounding matters, they put Congress at the center of the constitutional order, and they designed it in such a way that legislators would be electorally tied to their local jurisdictions and the special interests therein. As a result, Congress — the institution that makes our laws — is simply not wired to solve national problems in the national interest. It is wired to allow hundreds of parochial legislators to promote their own political welfare through special-interest politics.

This approach may have been fine for the late 1700s. But it is poorly suited to a complex modern society filled with vexing problems. On all manner of issues, our government is immobilized by its myriad veto points and the jockeying of special interests. Often, it is ineffective because it can’t act at all. But even when government has been able to act, congressional lawmaking has typically led to policy concoctions that are cobbled together on political grounds to attract disparate legislators with disparate interests into coalitions—not to provide coherent, intellectually well-justified solutions to the nation’s problems.

Congressional policies literally aren’t designed to provide effective solutions. Look no further than U.S. tax policy, which is not a policy at all, but a grotesque conglomeration of special-interest favors and loopholes. Or to government actions on health care, which are perennially hobbled by insurance companies, hospitals, drug firms, and other vested interests to yield policies that are a complicated, fragmented mess. Americans want a government that works. But what they have is an antiquated government that is ill-equipped to meet the challenges of modern times.

Populist leaders don’t just feed on popular discontent. They feed on ineffective government — and their great appeal is that they claim to replace it with a government that is effective: through their own autocratic power.

 
As we’ve discussed, the fundamental causes of ineffective government are rooted in the Constitution, particularly in its design of Congress, which is wired to be a bastion of special-interest politics and is incapable of crafting well-designed policies that solve national problems. As a decision-maker, Congress is inexcusably bad and utterly incapable of taking effective action on behalf of the nation. That being so, the effectiveness of government can be improved by moving Congress from the center of the lawmaking process to the periphery, where its disabling pathologies can do less damage—and by extending a greater role to presidents in the actual crafting of legislation.

Why take greater advantage of the presidency? Because its wiring is very different from Congress’s and actually propels its occupants to champion effective government. Presidents are institutionally predisposed to think in national terms about national problems, and their overriding concern for their historical legacies drives them to seek durable policy solutions to pressing national problems.

How might executive leadership be responsibly leveraged in the service of effective government? The way forward, in our view, is to expand the president’s agenda-setting authority by requiring that Congress vote up or down on presidentially crafted bills. Such a reform would streamline and enliven the legislative process, reduce its perversities, and enhance the prospects for coherent, intellectually well-justified policies — which presidents, far more than Congress, have incentives to craft — all the while ensuring that formal protections remain in place to keep presidents (and others) within proper democratic bounds. They would still be constrained by multiple checks and balances already built into the political system, including the courts and the Bill of Rights.

Among other things: (1) The president’s ability to control the nation’s law enforcement and intelligence agencies needs to be curtailed through limitations on the appointment power and the adoption of strict rules for behavior. These agencies are super-powerful, and they can too easily be put to nefarious use. They need to be mainly in professional hands, guided by professional norms. (2) The president’s pardon power, granted by the Constitution, is entirely unjustified —and dangerous if criminal activity infects the president’s inner circles — and should be eliminated. It has nothing to do with effective government. (3) The president needs to be required, by law, to be totally transparent about his business and economic interests, and to take appropriate actions—through divestment, for example—to ensure that no conflicts of interest exist, or even appear to exist, that might compromise his decisions in office.

It is a big mistake for the nation, and for U.S. democracy, to think that government should be tied up in protective knots — for the ages, regardless of who holds elective office — to ensure that no president or government could ever do anything that we don’t like. The price of such tightly protective arrangements, after all, is that action of any kind becomes very difficult, and government will rarely be able to do anything positive either. Above all, it will lack the capacity to do what government should be doing and must be doing — by responding effectively to the demands and needs of U.S. society — if it is going to defuse the populist threat to our democracy and prevent the rise of future demagogues.

An effective government won’t always do what we want. But it will facilitate problem solving. And in so doing, it will protect our democracy. A presidency that is selectively more powerful is the key to making that happen. ” ~

http://bostonreview.net/politics/william-howell-terry-m-moe-why-president-needs-more-power


Oriana:

 A challenging article. The author is fully aware of how unpopular his view is going to be while Trump is in power. But there are some very good points here, e.g. special interests controlling Congress, which was never designed to design a coherent policy for the entire nation (perhaps too large and too polarized for any government to deal with). Still, perhaps it’s the Congress that needs to be reformed, rather than the presidency — or perhaps all the branches need a thorough re-thinking (I'm not holding my breath).

The problems with the US Congress don’t explain why the crisis is so widespread — why so many countries are in a state of crisis. The author admits that modernity — along with the counterrevolution against modernity — has indeed created huge problems for the whole world.

Still, we would be wise to ponder why FDR was able to be effective — and LBJ to a lesser degree, but let’s not forget Medicare and Civil Rights, accomplishments that would likely be impossible to enact now.  


"government by organized money" ~ the perfection of that phrase


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“Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.” ~ Mark Twain

 
Oriana:

One exception to naked people's lack of influence is Adam and Eve, who allegedly decided the fate of humanity. The fact that they never existed heightens the irony.

This reminds me of what Twain said about Adam:

“Adam was but human—this explains it all. He did not want the apple for the apple's sake; he wanted it only because it was forbidden.” ~ Mark Twain

Twain looks so sensitive and intelligent in this photo. We know he was something of a sacred monster, but if all I had was this photo, I'd be drawn to the man in it.

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THE STORY OF THE HOLY FORESKIN, A REMINDER THAT JESUS WAS JEWISH

 
~ “Henry V — yes, that Henry V, the king of England who conquered much of France and inspired some of Shakespeare’s finest battle speeches — heard a rumor in 1421 about an object of great power in one of the French villages now in his dominion. Henry’s new wife, Catherine of Valois, a daughter of the defeated French king, was pregnant with their first child when Henry learned of the holy prepuce of Coulombs.

A prepuce is a foreskin, and “holy,” of course, signifies one of divine origin, which meant that the holy prepuce of Coulombs was none other than the foreskin of one Jesus of Nazareth, whose body was elevated from earth to heaven, according to Scripture. Most of his body, that is — apart from those snipped folds of baby penis skin he left behind, which became known for easing the suffering of women in childbirth. Well, at least for those women with access to the centuries-old miracle flesh. And so, six years after Henry’s triumph at the Battle of Agincourt, he sent his cavalry back to France to retrieve the sacred relic (once more unto the breach, apparently for the sake of a baby in breech).

And it worked. The sweet scent of the holy foreskin reportedly helped Catherine give birth to a healthy Henry VI, who became the youngest king of England ever just nine months later, when his father died from dysentery. It’s a remarkable story, and not just because it involves a 15th-century royal who had an interest in the birthing process beyond whether its end result itself had a foreskin. No, the story of Henry and the holy prepuce is just the tip (sorry) of an even more remarkable tale of superstition and skepticism, of anatomy and divinity, of commercialism and communion, of reverent awe and reliquary disgust. In short, the journey of the holy foreskin over the centuries is the story of being human in a changing world.

Among early Christians, says Andrew Jacobs, author of Christ Circumcised, circumcision was a “hot topic,” with many Jewish followers of Jesus insisting that gentile followers should undergo circumcision. Of course, male circumcision is a hard sell in parts of the world unaccustomed to applying sharp objects to the penises of infants, let alone to those of grown men wishing to change their religious affiliation. But the apostle Paul was not your average salesman, and in his letter to the Galatians, he rewrites the covenant of circumcision, pointing out that “in Jesus Christ, neither circumcision nor uncircumcision has any value. The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.” One can imagine the relief of male Galatians upon hearing those good tidings.

Paul’s new take, under which Christ’s circumcision alone fulfills the Lord’s covenant, however, placed a premium on the resulting holy foreskin. And so it was only a matter of time before that foreskin started to pop up all over Europe.

Early Christians got serious about venerating the material remains of early saints during the fourth century. By the time the Second Council of Nicaea met in 787 and required that every Christian house of worship have a holy relic at its altar, church leaders were really only sanctioning a trend already underway.

There were several possibilities when it came to a good relic, and a hierarchy developed to classify them. First-class relics were the saints’ physical remains, from skulls and bones to vials of blood. Second-class ones were the saints’ possessions. A third-class relic was one that had touched the saint’s body, including some of the grisly torture devices that had been used to deliver their martyrdom. As David Farley puts it in his book An Irreverent Curiosity, relics were “products of another age, a time when saints were posthumous medieval rock stars, pilgrims their devout groupies and monks their roadies.”

The relic trade really took off during the Crusades when plundering Europeans returned from the Holy Land and the sack of Constantinople in 1204 with relics by the cartload, including the head of John the Baptist and the table from the Last Supper — or so it was said. For a church in the Middle Ages, possessing a relic, especially a Vatican-approved one, was a spiritual and commercial boon. Pilgrims journeyed long distances and paid to see and touch and kiss the material remnants of even B-list saints. Such relic tourism contributed to local economies for centuries, and a cottage industry in relics, trafficking largely in forgeries, grew up to meet the demand. And there was no bigger draw than the relics reputedly associated with the Son of God himself.

There were holy baby spoons and holy cloaks that covered the baby Jesus. At least 29 churches claimed to possess one of the nails used to crucify Jesus, and there were enough pieces of the “true cross” floating around medieval reliquaries to build an ark. Still, Christ’s ascension, a key doctrine of the faith, meant that the ultimate first-class relic — the body or blood of Jesus — was nearly as inconceivable as it was irresistible. As Jacobs, a professor of religious studies at Scripps College, puts it, the “absence of Christ’s bodily remains was both proof of his uniqueness but also became an itch Christians desired to scratch.”

From as early as the sixth century, relic sellers found a way to resurrect the divinely discarded detritus, from Jesus’ sweat and hair to his fingernails, even urine and feces (holy shit!). “In terms of relics, there are some legit body parts that came from people who were later canonized as saints,” Farley says of the trade, “but the relics of the Holy Family, it’s safe to say, are all fake, created in the Middle Ages by industrious relics salesmen.”

And as the flesh and blood of Christ’s otherwise departed body, the holy foreskin was the ultimate relic.

Part of becoming a successful relic — besides having a mildly credible physiology — is having a great backstory. And, as the only real piece of Jesus Christ remaining on the material plane, the holy foreskin required a provenance story befitting its importance. And for that, the tradition of the most pious penis turned to Charlemagne, the legendary eighth-century French king who it was claimed had acquired the most sacred of all relics while crusading through the Holy Land (something he almost certainly never did).

Then, on Christmas Day in the year 800, Pope Leo III crowned Charlemagne emperor in Rome, a truly monumental occasion. To show his gratitude, the new emperor reportedly gave the Church the one item on its wish list that could be acquired from no one else. It wasn’t long before as many as 18 holy foreskins were popping up in churches all over Europe, from Belgium to Spain to Coloumbs, each tracing its esteemed lineage to Charlemagne. The medieval saint Catherine of Siena claimed she was the spiritual bride of Christ and wore the holy foreskin on her ring finger to prove it. [But it was visible only to her.]

Many medieval theologians argued that all holy foreskins were frauds because no piece of Christ’s divine body could have remained on earth. The 17th-century theologian Leo Allatius took his thesis to an absurd extreme, arguing that Christ’s holy bridal ring had in fact ascended to become the rings of Saturn. One of the motives for downplaying the existence of a discarded foreskin may have been anti-Semitism in the later church. The holy foreskin “reminds people that Jesus of Nazareth was Jewish, and that his parents were Jewish,” says Francesca Stavrakopoulou, a professor of ancient religion at the University of Exeter. “He wasn’t a ‘Christian’ at all.”

Other church scholars, including St. Thomas Aquinas, disagreed. They saw no problem with the existence of a divine foreskin; for them, Christ’s circumcision represented the first time that he had shed his blood on earth, his first sacrifice. In other words, the redemption of humanity began with the bris of Jesus.

Still, from our modern perspective, it is easy to forget the many purposes that relics served in the ancient world. They provided worshippers with a means for easing pain and sorrow, for restoring health, for making wishes, for coming to terms with death and the dead. “We snicker at the idea of people praying to a foreskin, [but] … religion isn’t based on empirical truth; it’s based on faith,” says Farley. “People believed it at the time, and they treated it as a piece of the divine.”

Moreover, early Christians did not see a clear demarcation between the physical and spiritual worlds. “The idea that Christianity is only focused on intangible, nonmaterial concepts like faith and spirit is a very modern, Protestant idea,” says Jacobs.

The long-standing popularity of relics can also be understood in terms of today’s two big cultural obsessions — professional sports and celebrities — where fans often seek out a connection with their favorite teams or stars (including their discarded jerseys and other possessions). The relic system, says Farley, also “acted as an instrument of tribalism” since saints and their relics were often associated with particular places in the same way that sports teams are today.

https://www.ozy.com/flashback/what-the-foreskin-of-jesus-can-teach-us-all/87022?utm_source=SM&utm_medium=Facebook&utm_name=Organic

Reliquary of the Holy Umbilical Cord, Cluny, 1407

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HOW WHALES GOT SO BIG

 
~ “Mammals tend to get [large] when they invade the ocean. The pinnipeds—seals, sea lions, and walruses—tend to be immense blobs of muscle and blubber. The same could be said for manatees and dugongs. And whales are almost synonymous with bigness. Time and again, lineages of furry mammals have gone for a swim and over evolutionary time, they’ve ballooned in size. Why?

Most of the explanations for this trend treat the ocean as a kind of release. The water partly frees mammalian bodies from the yoke of gravity, allowing them to evolve heavy bodies that they couldn’t possibly support on land. The water unshackles them from the constraints of territory, giving them massive areas over which to forage. The water liberates them from the slim pickings of a land-based diet and offer them vast swarms of plankton, crustaceans, and fish to gorge upon.

But William Gearty from Stanford University has a very different explanation. To him, the ocean makes mammals big not because it relieves them of limits, but because it imposes new ones.

As you enter the water, you start to lose heat from your body that you aren’t losing on land or air,” he explains. To counteract that constant loss of heat, humans use wet suits, whales have blubber, and otters have thick fur. “But really the easiest way to counteract it is to get bigger,” Gearty says. As bodies balloon, volume increases faster than surface area does, so you produce more heat in your body but lose comparatively less of it from your skin. But animals can’t become infinitely big because larger bodies also demand more fuel. There’s only so much food that an animal can reasonably find, catch, and swallow.

So, the need to stay warm sets a floor for the body size of oceanic mammals, while the need to eat sets a ceiling. And the gap between them, Gearty found, is surprisingly narrow—and far more so than on land.

Together with Jonathan Payne, also from Stanford, and Craig McClain from the Louisiana Universities Marine Consortium, Gearty collected data on the sizes of almost 7,000 mammal species, both living and extinct. He showed that the marine groups—whales, manatees, and seals—have all independently hit an average optimum mass of around 1,100 pounds.

There’s obviously a lot of variation around that—a sperm whale is clearly not the same size as a dolphin. But crucially, that variation is much lower in the sea than it is on land. “The minimum size in these aquatic groups is thousands of times larger than the minimum for terrestrial groups, but the maximum size is only 25 times larger,” says Gearty. “I found it strange that no one had noticed before.”

These trends aren’t consistent with the idea of the ocean as a release. Instead, it suggests that the water imposes strict constraints. To thrive in it, mammals must be just the right size—big, yes, but not too big and not too small. And Gearty could calculate the boundaries of this Golidlocks zone with a set of equations that connect a mammal’s size with the heat it loses to the water and the rate at which it can find food. These equations predicted both the optimum 1,100-pound average that seagoing mammals have evolved toward, and the narrow range of sizes around that ideal.

And as always in biology, there are exceptions. Sea otters, for example, are unusually small for marine mammals—they’re about as big as a Labrador. That might be because their extremely thick fur, with up to a million hairs per square inch, allows them to stay warm without being big. They also spend a lot of time on land, where heat loss is less of a problem.

At the other extreme, the baleen whales go way beyond the 1,100-pound optimum. The biggest of them, the blue whale, can reach up to 400,000 pounds. It and its truly gargantuan relatives only emerged in the last few million years of whale evolution, and Nick Pyenson from the Smithsonian Institution thinks he knows why. Around 3 million years ago, a combination of changes to glaciers, winds, and currents created large surges of nutrients in coastal waters, which then fed hordes of crustaceans and small fish—potential prey for whales. But as I wrote last year:

These bonanzas weren’t evenly distributed. They were concentrated in particular, far-flung places—all-you-can-eat buffets separated by literal food deserts. And that, Pyenson says, is why the giant baleen whales evolved. They are beautifully adapted to hunt down sparse but concentrated prey. Their huge size allows them to survive for long stretches without encountering any food. And they evolved a foraging technique called lunge feeding, where they accelerate into a shoal of prey, open their ballooning mouths, and suck in vast volumes of water.

The emergence of concentrated prey, and the evolution of a technique for capturing them, allowed whales to smash through the diet-imposed ceiling that keeps other marine mammals big, but not too big. That's why they, rather than manatees or seals, transformed from big animals into the biggest animals that ever existed.

https://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2018/04/why-whales-got-so-big/557213/

Blue whale, the largest animal in the world 
 
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IF YOU LIVE LONG ENOUGH, YOU WILL GET CANCER

~ “Through graduate school and my postdoctoral fellowship, my research was in the area of cancer biology. I'll never forget the time that I had lunch with Bob Weinberg, probably the most famous and most important cancer researcher of all time. When someone asked him why cancer rates were rising, he said, "mostly because we're living longer. If you live long enough, you will get cancer.”

Just 100 years ago, the leading causes of death were pneumonia, influenza, tuberculosis, and gastrointestinal infections such as cholera. Thanks to vaccines and improvements in public sanitation, these have been all but eradicated in the developed world. Even deaths by accidents have been cut by half, per capita, over the past century. We are living longer and healthier lives than ever before. Until we get cancer.

But why is cancer the beast that stalks us all? The genetics of cancer is extremely complicated, but one doesn't need to appreciate all the mechanisms in order to grasp the basics. Cancer results through the accumulation of the wrong combination of mutations in the wrong order. Inside our cells, we have genes and proteins that drive cells to divide and multiply and others that hold cells back. When these control mechanisms malfunction, cancer results.

Every day, we suffer hundreds of mutations around our body. Obviously most of these are harmless, but occasionally they can cause problems. The morbid reality is that every time a cell divides, it's a roll of the dice. Eventually, a mutation will strike that inches a cell toward becoming cancerous. Then, years later, it will get nudged again. In their now-classic paper, "The Hallmarks of Cancer," Bob Weinberg and Douglass Hanahan outline the six defining features of a cancer cell. Key to the transition from normal cell to cancer cell is the accumulation of mutations.

So it seems simple: Mutations are bad. Well, for individuals yes, but mutations are also essential for evolution. They are the raw material of all evolutionary innovation. Over evolutionary time, mutations (this time in the "germ line"—sperm or eggs) are what produce all manner of diversity in the forms of various tweaks, tugs, and random changes in all possible directions. Most of that random variation is neutral or bad, but occasionally, a mutation that brings a new and creative functionality will emerge. Natural selection then acts on that beneficial mutation, and this is the essence of adaptation and evolutionary innovation.

So mutations are what drove evolutionary innovation and adaptive radiation, from the earliest single-celled organism building the first signs of stable energy metabolism nearly four billion years ago, through to the expansion of the human cranium over the past two million years. Mistakes in our DNA are the reason there is more than just cells and goo on our planet.

Mutations are responsible for everything great that we are, and they will eventually kill us all. Mutations: Can't live with 'em, can't progress without ‘em.” ~

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/beastly-behavior/201805/why-everyone-will-eventually-get-cancer



ending on beauty:

Oh smile, where are you going? Oh upturned glance,
a new, warm, receding wave from the heart —
alas, it’s in us all . . .
Are we mixed into [the angels’] features
as slightly as that vague look in the faces
of pregnant women? Unnoticed by them in their whirling
return to themselves. (How should they notice it?)

~ Rilke, Second Duino Elegy