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The great Gary Saul Morson on Solzhenitsyn:
Vera realizes that intellectuals profess beliefs that “had been implanted from outside.” In The Gulag Archipelago, Solzhenitsyn used this phrase to describe the moment when he realized that he did not really believe what he thought he believed. Recognizing his convictions were not his own but had been “implanted from outside,” he began the arduous process of rethinking. He asks his readers to understand that once one professes whatever one is supposed to, one has agreed in advance to literally anything. The result was the totalitarianism of the twentieth century, a horror that threatens to return unless people learn to resist the spell of approved opinion. In both The Gulag Archipelago and The Red Wheel, the supreme value is individual conscience.
The older I get, the more intensely I feel about old trees. I don’t think it’s just a sentimental love of old things. Nor is it just a reactionary or activist desire to preserve old things from destruction – I feel that about old buildings, but what I feel for trees is different. It’s more personal, in more ways than one – as if at some deep level I carry a conviction that trees are persons. I’m not sure what to make of this conviction. The difference between old buildings and old trees is that trees are not our heritage. They don’t belong to us at all; they belong to themselves, because they’re alive. Their importance doesn’t lie in their cultural value, even if they do have that in abundance. They are surely valuable in and of themselves, and for their own sake. A long-lived tree represents the hard-won triumph of life over time and happenstance, a testament to a creation far older than us. The idea that human beings with their mayfly-lives could assume the right to end that long life, suddenly and artificially, is somehow repugnant; and the idea of re-shaping a landscape by wholesale deforestation is more monstrous by orders of magnitude. It happens, of course; and the serried forests we plant, like the forests I grew up close to in the Suffolk Breckland, feel like parodies of the lost greenwood. But it may be the forest – or, in a phrase I coined for a recent book, the ‘arboreal sacred’ – lies at the heart of the pre-Christian religious history of temperate northern Europe, for the forest was everywhere once. In losing it, I fear we have lost a major part of ourselves.
This nice post In Praise of E. H. Shepard’s Illustrations is also a useful reminder that Pooh-sticks is among the very finest of games. I might add that there is no better place to play Pooh-sticks than the Brig o’ Doon. I have played the game there several times and hope to return.
This piece on stargazing in the Chihuahuan desert in west Texas is a reminder that there’s nowhere darker in the United States and scarcely anywhere darker in the world. You owe it to yourself to go there, or some similar location, just to see the Milky Way as it was meant to be seen. I wrote a bit about my experience out there in this essay.
Why are executives pushing the use of new and highly questionable tools on their subordinates, even when they reduce productivity? I speculate that to understand this disconnect, you need to look at what executives do.
Jazz is improvised, but jazz is also a language. Every phrase by every major stylist is in conversation with a lineage.
Miles played with Charlie Parker, the avatar of bebop. As a generic term, “bebop” can cover a lot of terrain, but Parker himself created a specific melodic language, a specificity only matched by Bud Powell. Bird and Bud do not play the same phrases, but they share some mysterious higher ideal when it comes to the improvised line. I don’t know what it is, and I have never seen an accurate description of it, either … for myself, I call it “high bebop” or “true bebop.”
I would love to know what Iverson means by this. It would be fun to hear him play a few phrases illustrative of this “mysterious higher ideal.” ♫
They have returned, and bring with them their cruelty, their malice, and their will to dominate all life.
