April 1, 2021

I do, and I can’t stand it. So, friends,I have composed a book for your amusement, for your understanding, a book to tell the truth on those who lied to you, MODERN ART: A Critique in Rhyme Here, examined: the lives of the knuckle-headed artists, their splattered pictures, crooked statues, bumbled books, collapsing buildings, and…

March 1, 2021

Having these past forty years of life a desire to taste of pleasure and delight—and having tasted—I consider myself something of an expert on Beauty, on pleasure and delight.  Alas, with humility I must confess a dilettante’s knowledge, only.  Though, had there been a course of study or even a course of lectures on the…

January 15, 2021

The bird learns to fly by being pushed from the nest.  Sea turtles know they must run to the ocean.  Baby ducks ride mother’s back until learning by example to swim.  The tadpole grows legs and hops; the caterpillar grows wings and flies; what must the finger-painter grow to become a picture-maker. Certain you have…

January 1, 2021

Fellow Americans: You might be surprised to learn that you are Greek, in the first instance; that you are Roman, a child of Lucius Junius Brutus; that you are Catholic, even if atheist; that you ascend from victories in the Art of War; that you, fellow Americans, are Hellenocentric, even if citizens of the One…

October 15, 2020

For most of us, Aeolus is difficult, if not impossible to see, being “Wind”, as he is.  Even so, watch the leaves, as on this October day I have done.  If you will do as I have done, you will see, as did Leonardo, the pattern of the god, the twist and the turn of…

August 31, 2020

The dancing step, the telling gesture, memory in movement; we can imagine the joy, the ritual, the sacrifice to God in our days cave-safe, firelit some 40,000 years before this day, creatures as now we are yet without advantage, without these past millennia of humane tradition, the gift of thought, the accumulation of wisdom that…

August 15, 2020

Reality is a mundane enchantment, a make-believe typical to creatures of our type, to sensate creatures who cannot see over the horizon, who cannot hear through walls, who feel but by direct touch, whose peculiar quality of taste can be known only to the self, alone.  We are pretty creatures, flesh alike pearl, geometric in…

August 1, 2020

Words, in their way, might help us see the objects of creation, those creations which grow in beauty from the mind of man.  Statues, pictures, et cetera, we understand by words, those vessels of ideas before, beyond the things themselves.  Words contain the universe, a universe which knows itself by the mind of man.  We…