Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
T. S. Eliot
Four Quartets
Briunt Norton

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Shakespeare Sonnet 130


Haven't finished a book appropriate to this site lately. So I haven't felt that I have anything that has been right for this site to post. And I am not especially drawn to any particular book. I have been reading Machiavelli, Macaulay and the Federalist Papers.
I read a couple of excellent short stories by John Updike on the net recently. I highly recommend them. The better of the two is 'How Was It,Really?' The other, also very well written is 'The Rumor.' They are both short and densely written. Updike has a talent for getting many balls in the air and meticulously and naturally keeping them all where they belong. When I was younger I especially enjoyed his stories 'The Christian Roommates,' 'Pigeon Feathers' and 'Dentistry and Doubt.'