From the journal of Steven H. Cullinane... 2003 Feb. 16-28

Friday, February 28, 2003

The Fred Rogers Memorial Koan

What song does the blackbird sing in the dead of night?

For the answer, see this touching tribute to Mister Rogers.

See also my Feb. 26, 2003, entry, "Blackbirds, Bye-Bye," and the Feb. 25, 2003, entries, "For Mark Rothko," and "Song of Not-Self."

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Comments on this post:

My mom is... *gasp* 51 today! yikes!

Posted 3/4/2003 at 2:38 am by Forsberg21

Just your short list of today's birthdays... such a diverse crew!

And I GET that bit about the association being the idea... I think.

Posted 3/4/2003 at 6:46 pm by SuSu



Wednesday, February 26, 2003

Blackbirds, Bye-Bye 

On this date in 1986, Robert Penn Warren was appointed the first Poet Laureate of the United States of America.

Two readings:

See also my five log entries of October 26, 2002, and the preceding day.

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Wednesday, February 26, 2003

He Ain't Heavy

Songwriter Tom Glazer, 88, died Friday, February 21, 2003.  From his New York Times obituary:

"Tom Glazer occasionally speculated about meeting St. Peter at the Pearly Gates and being asked what he accomplished in music."

Glazer:

From the official Department of Defense
Korean War Commemoration website:

Title

Composer

America the Beautiful

W: Katherine Lee Baker,
M: Samuel A. Ward

The Battle Hymn
of the Republic

W: Julia Ward Howe,
M: Traditional

The Marine's Hymn

W: Anonymous,
M: Jacques Offenbach

My Country 'Tis of Thee

W: Samuel Francis Smith
M: Traditional

Old Soldiers Never Die

Tom Glazer

Sound Off

Willie Lee Duckworth

Stars and Stripes Forever

John Philip Sousa

Washington Post March

John Philip Sousa

West Point Suite

Darius Milhand

You're a Grand Old Flag

George M. Cohan

Also from the New York Times:

"In 1957 he composed songs and background music for 'A Face in the Crowd,' a film directed by Elia Kazan."

"His brother, who spelled his name Sidney Glazier, died in December. He produced the 1968 movie version of 'The Producers.'"

St. Peter: 

Welcome to The Music Staff.

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Wednesday, February 26, 2003

The Eight Revisited

"...search for thirty-three and three..."

-- The Black Queen in The Eight, by Katherine Neville, Ballantine Books, January 1989, page 140 

Samuel Beckett on Dante and Joyce:

"Another point of comparison is the preoccupation with the significance of numbers....  Thus the poem is divided into three Cantiche, each composed of 33 Canti...."

-- "Dante... Bruno. Vico.. Joyce," in James Joyce/Finnegans Wake: A Symposium (1929), New Directions paperback, 1972

Into the Dark Woods:  

"-- Nel mezzo del bloody cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai in..."
-- Under the Volcano, by Malcolm Lowry, 1947, beginning of Chapter VI

Dante Alighieri Academy:

"'The Divine Comedy' celebrates Dante's journey of knowledge to God through life: hell, purgatory and paradise. Dante Alighieri Academy continues Dante's Christian philosophy of education...."

Chorus of the Damned:

I don’t know where it is we’re goin’
and God knows if I ever will,
but what a way this is to get there.
I got those archetypal, rubber-room,
astral-plane Moebius strip blues.
I got those in-and-out, round-about,
which way’s out Moebius strip blues.

© 1997 by C.K. Latham

Added March 3, 2003, 6:00 AM:

For a less confused song, click this Glasgow site.

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Tuesday, February 25, 2003

For Mark Rothko

Plagued in life by depression -- what Styron, quoting Milton, called "darkness visible" -- Rothko took his own life on this date in 1970.  As a sequel to the previous note, "Song of Not-Self," here are the more cheerful thoughts of the song "Time's a Round," the first of Shiva Dancing: The Rothko Chapel Songs, by C. K. Latham.  See also my comment on the previous entry (7:59 PM).

Time’s a round, time’s a round,
A circle, you see, a circle to be.

— C. K. Latham

10/23/02

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Comments on this post:

The idea revisted again in the "circle of life".   I guess this means there is no way for history not to repeat itself, huh?

Posted 3/1/2003 at 1:24 pm by NickyJett

Dunno. But now that you point it out, I see that even though the tune itself is cheerful, the words of the song are not. Ah well, can't have hakuna matata all the time.

Posted 3/1/2003 at 3:37 pm by m759



Tuesday, February 25, 2003

Song of Not-Self

A critic on the abstract expressionists:

"...they painted that reality -- that song of self -- with a passion, bravura, and decisiveness unequaled in modern art."

Painter Mark Rothko:

"I don't express myself in painting. 
 I express my not-self."

On this day in 1957, Buddy Holly and his group recorded the hit version of "That'll Be the Day."

On this day in 1970, painter Mark Rothko committed suicide in his New York City studio.

On February 27, 1971, the Rothko Chapel was formally dedicated in Houston, Texas.

On May 26, 1971, Don McLean recorded "American Pie."

Rothko was apparently an alcoholic; whether he spent his last day enacting McLean's lyrics I do not know.

Rothko is said to have written that

"The progression of a painter's work, as it travels in time from point to point, will be toward clarity: toward the elimination of all obstacles between the painter and the idea, and between the idea and the observer. As examples of such obstacles, I give (among others) memory, history or geometry, which are swamps of generalization from which one might pull out parodies of ideas (which are ghosts) but never an idea in itself. To achieve this clarity is, inevitably, to be understood."

-- Mark Rothko, The Tiger's Eye, 1, no. 9 (October 1949), p. 114

Whether Holly's concept "the day that I die" is a mere parody of an idea or "an idea in itself," the reader may judge.  The reader may also judge the wisdom of building a chapel to illustrate the clarity of thought processes such as Rothko's in 1949.  I personally feel that someone who can call geometry a "swamp" may not be the best guide to religious meditation.

For another view, see this essay by Erik Anderson Reece.

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Comments on this post:

Rothko Chapel is one of my favorite places in that city. When I lived downtown, I would skate to the chapel and sit zazen inside, in front of the big, empty, full canvases.

It's also literally right next door to a great collection of 20th century art, Ernst and Magritte in particular, the Menil Gallery.

Posted 2/25/2003 at 2:49 am by HomerTheBrave

Okay, Rothko may have been a crazy Zen master, but I still say geometry is not a swamp.

Posted 2/25/2003 at 3:14 am by m759

The paintings in the chapel are big (very big) canvases painted in extremely subtle variations of dark dark dark purple and black. There's no geometry, as in his other work, other than the borders of the canvas.

One is left guessing whether Rothko painted details with intention, or whether he just spray painted the whole thing black, and the variation you see is in your head.

I mostly liked sitting there because it was quiet, orderly, and intentionally designed for the purpose I was putting it to. Also free and close to a nice cafe.

Posted 2/25/2003 at 7:32 pm by HomerTheBrave

More from the critic who coined the "song of self" phrase:

"I saw these murals in March 1971, a month after their dedication, and saw paintings executed in two tones of very dark red -- 'blood red on red' as my notes from the time recorded. It was a dull day, and the notorious glare of the Texas sun was not present. In April 1988, after a new dropped ceiling had been installed to protect the murals that were becoming visibly darkened by that glare, I saw them again in daylight and at night, and they had turned almost black. The old red was visible only on the sides of the stretcher bars, where the blazing light from the skylight had not reached. On the testimony of my own eyes, I must say that what is visible in Houston today is not what Rothko first painted.... As Milton via Styron put it: they are now 'darkness visible.'"

Rothko had enough trouble on earth. Let us hope that he is now in a heavenly Cafe Artiste that has more than just photos of nude women.

Posted 2/25/2003 at 7:59 pm by m759



Monday, February 24, 2003

Dustin in Wonderland

A review of last night's Grammy awards:

"...the overall mood was a bit subdued (was deadpan host Dustin Hoffman reprising his "Rain Man" role?)...."

Actually, no, it was Sam Peckinpah's "Straw Dogs." But mistaking a mathematician for an autistic person is a natural error.

"Your body is a wonderland."

(See "All About Lilith," Feb. 21.)

Focus Group

Uncle Sam Wants You!

(See covers of current Time and next Sunday's NY Times Book Review.)


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Monday, February 24, 2003

Moulins Rouges

Today is the birthday of composer Michel Legrand ("The Windmills of Your Mind") and of philologist Wilhelm Grimm (Grimms' Fairy Tales).


Red
Windmill
 


Red
Mill


 Rode
 Molen

See the following past entries:

October 6, 2002: "Twenty-first Century Fox"

November 7, 2002: "Endgame"

November 8, 2002: "Religious Symbolism at Princeton"

January 5, 2003: "Whirligig"

January 5, 2003: "Culinary Theology"

January 6, 2003: "Dead Poet in the City of Angels"

January 31, 2003: "Irish Fourplay"

February 1, 2003; "Time and Eternity"

February 5, 2003: "Release Date"

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Sunday, February 23, 2003

Grammy Night

Today's musical birthday: bassist Steven Priest of Sweet. 

Today's back-to-the-future trip:  See the article "Sweet Tunes...." on Chuck Berry at the top of today's New York Times website.

"Her wallet's filled with pictures,
She gets 'em one by one."

— "Sweet Little Sixteen," by Chuck Berry
(Chess Records, January 1958)

Click on the above for the context.

"Are you ready, Steve? Aha....

And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner.
She could kill you with a wink of her eye."

— "Ballroom Blitz," by Sweet

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Saturday, February 22, 2003

Straw Dogs

 

See also
Quotations for
Chairman George


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Friday, February 21, 2003

Shabbos Kodesh

Sabbath readings, music, video, etc.:

"Friday night and the lights are low..." — ABBA

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Friday, February 21, 2003

ART WARS:

All About Lilith

Today's birthdays:

Sam Peckinpah (Feb. 21, 1925)
The New Yorker Magazine (Feb. 21, 1925)
Alan Rickman, 57
Kelsey Grammer, 48
Mary Chapin Carpenter, 45
Jennifer Love Hewitt, 24
Charlotte Church, 17

This list suggests that in an ideal future life Sam Peckinpah would direct, and The New Yorker review, a prequel to "All About Eve."

Casting would be as follows:

Mary Chapin Carpenter as Margo Channing
(originally, Bette Davis)
Charlotte Church as Lilith, sister of Eve Harrington
(originally, Anne Baxter)
Jennifer Love Hewitt as Claudia Casswell
(originally, Marilyn Monroe)
Alan Rickman as Bill Sampson
(originally, Gary Merrill)
Kelsey Grammer as Addison DeWitt
(originally, George Sanders).

Since today is also the anniversary, according to Tom's Book of Days, of Schultes's identification of teonanacatl in 1939, the following classic painting, " Caterpillar's Mushroom," by Brian Froud, might be adapted for a poster for our heavenly production*, to be titled, in accordance with celestial fairness doctrines,

All About Lilith 

* A footnote in memory of publicist/producer Jack Brodsky ("Romancing the Stone," etc.), who died on Tuesday, Feb. 18, 2003 — See the website Eight is a Gate for the mystical significance of the number "78" in Judaism. The New Yorker and Sam Peckinpah were born 78 years ago today.

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Thursday, February 20, 2003

Winteler's Tale

According to Dennis Overbye:

Einstein's parents "sent him off to a prep school [in Aarau, Switzerland, near Zurich] for a year, for a season [1895-1896].

He lived with a family, the Wintelers, a big, boisterous intellectual family, who were always arguing and bird watching and hiking, and seems to have had a wonderful time. And he got involved with one of the Winteler daughters, Marie....  Albert kept talking about her his whole life, about how he would be consumed in flames if he even saw her again."

In honor of Marie Winteler, and of the following note, which is seventeen years old today, our site music is now "When You Were Sweet Sixteen," music and lyrics by James Thornton, 1898.

Click on the above for a larger image.

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Tuesday, February 18, 2003

Fat Man and Dancing Girl

Dance of
Shiva and Kali

Paul Newman as
General Groves

Physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer, portrayed in the film "Fat Man and Little Boy," died on this date in 1967.

He is sometimes called the "father of the A-bomb."  He said that at the time of the first nuclear test he thought of a line from the Sanskrit holy book, the Bhagavad Gita: "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."  The following gives more details.

The Bomb of the Blue God

M. V. Ramana

Center for Energy and Environmental Studies, Princeton University

Published in SAMAR: South Asian Magazine for Action and Reflection, Issue 13

Oppenheimer had learned Sanskrit at Berkeley so as to read the Gita in the original; he always kept a worn pink copy on the bookshelf closest to his desk. It is therefore likely that he may have actually thought of the original, Sanskrit, verse rather than the English translation. The closest that fits this meaning is in the 32nd verse from the 11th chapter of the Gita.

 kalosmi lokaksaya krt pravrddho

This literally means: I am kAla, the great destroyer of Worlds. What is intriguing about this verse, then, is the interpretation of kAla by Jungk and others to mean death. While death is technically one of the meanings of kAla, a more common one is time.  Indeed, the translations of the Gita by S. Radhakrishnan, A. C. Bhaktivedanta, Nataraja Guru and Eliot Deutsch say precisely that. One exception to this, however, is the 1929 translation by Arthur Ryder. And, indeed, in a 1933 letter to his brother, Robert Oppenheimer does mention that he has "been reading the Bhagavad Gita with Ryder and two other Sanskritists." The misinterpretation, therefore, may not have been the fault of Oppenheimer or Jungk. Nevertheless, the verse does not have anything to do with an apocalyptic or catastrophic destruction, as most people have interpreted it in connection with nuclear weapons. When kAla is understood as time, the meaning is drastically changed to being a reminder of our mortality and finite lifetimes ­ as also the lifetimes of everything else in this world (including plutonium and uranium, despite their long, long, half-lives!). It then becomes more akin to western notions of the "slow march of time" and thus having little to do with the immense destruction caused by a nuclear explosion. While the very first images that arose in the father of the atomic bomb are a somewhat wrong application of Hindu mythology, his recollection of the Bhagavad Gita may have been quite pertinent. As is well known, the Bhagavad Gita was supposedly intended to persuade Arjuna to participate in the Kurukshetra battle that resulted in the killing of thousands. Thus, Oppenheimer may well have been trying to rationalize his involvement in the development of a terrible weapon.

Source: Google cache of
http://www.geocities.com/CollegePark/5409/samar_bluegod.pdf

See also
http://www.samarmagazine.org/archive/article.php?id=36.
 
"KAla" (in the Harvard-Kyoto transliteration scheme) is more familiar to the West in the related form of Kali, a goddess sometimes depicted as a dancing girl; Kali is related to kAla, time, according to one website, as "the force which governs and stops time."  See also the novel The Fermata, by Nicholson Baker.

The fact that Oppenheimer thought of Chapter 11, verse 32, of the Gita may, as a mnemonic device, be associated with the use of the number 1132 in Finnegans Wake.

 See 1132 A. D. & Saint Brighid, and my weblog entries of January 5 (Twelfth Night and the whirligig of time), January 31 (St. Brigid's Eve), and February 1 (St. Brigid's Day), 2003.

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Comments on this post:

Thanks for the links and the references to the Bhagavad Gita!

I understood Kali to be a wrathful manifestation of Parvati, the wife of Shiva the Destroyer. Any thoughts on this?

Posted 2/19/2003 at 4:22 pm by iride

According to one source, Parvati was the manifestation and Kali was the goddess manifested. Heinrich Zimmer, in Philosophies of India (Princeton paperback, 1989, p. 141) says:

"Parvati was an incarnation of the supreme goddess of the world, Kali-Durga-Sati, Siva's eternal female counterpart and projected energy, whom the god, for the well-being of the universe, was to be brought to recognize and know."

Posted 2/19/2003 at 6:46 pm by m759



Tuesday, February 18, 2003

Midnight Flame

Fever isn't such a new thing;
Fever started long ago.

Miss Peggy Lee

And most of the show is concealed from view.

— Suzanne Vega, "Fat Man and Dancing Girl," 99.9° F. album

 See the entries of Jan. 5, 2003 and of Feb. 1, 2003.

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Monday, February 17, 2003

Saint Faggot's Day

"During the European Inquisitions, faggot referred to the sticks used to set fires for burning heretics, or people who opposed the teachings of the Catholic Church. Heretics were required to gather bundles of sticks ('faggots') and carry them to the fire that was being built for them. Heretics who changed their beliefs to avoid being killed were forced to wear a faggot design embroidered on their sleeve, to show everyone that they had opposed the Church."

— Handout


Cover illustration
by Stephen Savage

N.Y. Times Feb. 2, 2003



'A Box of Matches':
A Miniaturist's
Novel of Details

In Nicholson Baker's novel,
things not worth noticing
eventually become
all there is to notice.

Head White House speechwriter Michael Gerson:

"In the last two weeks, I've been returning to Hopkins.  Even in the 'world's wildfire,' he asserts that 'this Jack, joke, poor potsherd, patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,/Is immortal diamond.' A comfort."
— Vanity Fair, May 2002, page 162

"At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds...."

— William Butler Yeats, "Byzantium"

On this date in 1600, Saint Giordano Bruno was burned at the stake for heresy by the Roman Catholic Church.

He was resurrected by Saint Frances Yates, who went to her reward on the feast day of Saint Michael and All Angels, 1981.

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Monday, February 17, 2003

Center of Time

Am I....

your fantasy girl
of puzzling parts?

Machine ballerina?

Suzanne Vega

Fermata

From the
Saint Matthew Passion
 (1729), by
 Johann Sebastian Bach

"The old man of 'Sailing to Byzantium' imagined the city's power as being able to 'gather' him into 'the artifice of eternity'— presumably into 'monuments of unageing intellect,' immortal and changeless structures representative of or embodying all knowledge, linked like a perfect machine at the center of time."

— Karl Parker, Yeats' Two Byzantiums 

"I wrote Fermata listening to Suzanne Vega, particularly her album '99.9° F.'  It affected my mood in just the right way. I found a kind of maniacal intensity in her music that helped me as I typed. So if Fermata is attacked, maybe I can say i'm not responsible because I was under the spell of Suzanne Vega."

— Nicholson Baker, interview

For some real monuments of unageing intellect, see "Geometrie" in the weblog of Andrea for February 10, 2003.

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Monday, February 17, 2003

Ideal of Hell:
The Burning of Columbia

On February 17, 1865, United States troops entered Columbia, SC.

"By midnight the whole town (except the outskirts) was wrapped in one huge blaze.... My God! what a scene! .... Such a scene as this with the drunken fiendish soldiers in their dark uniforms, infuriated, cursing, screaming, exulting in their work, came nearer the material ideal of hell than anything I ever expect to see again."

Diary of Emma LeConte, 17, of Columbia

Happy Presidents' Day.

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Sunday, February 16, 2003

The Recruit, Part Deux

Walter L. Pforzheimer, one of the founding fathers of the Central Intelligence Agency, and its "institutional memory," died on Monday, February 10, 2003.

From my notes of February 10, 2003:

"... gather me/ Into the artifice of eternity."

— W. B. Yeats, "Sailing to Byzantium"

This poem has a sequel, titled simply "Byzantium" —

At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds....

Dying into a dance,  
An agony of trance,  
An agony of flame....

The Emperor's Pavement

See also yesterday's note "The Recruit,"
on the CIA and what Vonnegut called
"A Duty-Dance with Death."

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