From the journal of Steven H. Cullinane... 2004 June 1-16

Wednesday, June 16, 2004  12:00 PM

Bloomsday at 100

Tuesday, June 15, 2004  4:00 PM


Kierkegaard on death:

"I have thought too much about death not to know that he cannot speak earnestly about death who does not know how to employ (for awakening, please note) the subtlety and all the profound waggery which lies in death.  Death is not earnest in the same way the eternal is.  To the earnestness of death belongs precisely that capacity for awakening, that resonance of a profound mockery which, detached from the thought of the eternal, is an empty and often brash jest, but together with the thought of the eternal is just what it should be, utterly different from the insipid solemness which least of all captures and holds a thought with tension like that of death."

-- Works of Love,
  
Harper Torchbooks, 1964, p. 324

For more on "the thought of the eternal,"  see the  discussion of the number 373  in  Directions Out and  Outside the World, both of 4/26/04.

"... as an inscription over the graveyard gate one could place 'No compulsion here' or 'With us there is no compulsion.' "

-- Works of Love,
  
Harper Torchbooks, 1964, p. 324

"In the summer of 1943 I was eight, and my father and mother and small brother and I were in Peterson Field in Colorado Springs.  A hot wind blew through that summer.... There was not much to do.... There was an Officers' Club, but no swimming pool; all the Officers' Club had of interest was artificial blue rain behind the bar.  The rain interested me a good deal, but I could not spend the summer watching it, and so we went, my brother and I, to the movies.

We went three and four afternoons a week, sat on folding chairs in the darkened Quonset hut which served as a theater, and it was there, that summer of 1943 while the hot wind blew outside, that I first saw John Wayne. Saw the walk, heard the voice.  Heard him tell a girl in a picture called War of the Wildcats that he would build her a house, 'at the bend in the river where the cottonwoods grow.'  As it happened I did not grow up to be the kind of woman who is the heroine in a Western, and although the men I have known have had many virtues and have taken me to live in many places I have come to love, they have never been John Wayne, and they have never taken me to that bend in the river where the cottonwoods grow.  Deep in that part of my heart where the artificial rain forever falls, that is still the line I wait to hear.

... When John Wayne spoke, there was no mistaking his intentions; he had a sexual authority so strong that even a child could perceive it.  And in a world we understood early to be characterized by venality and doubt and paralyzing ambiguities, he suggested another world, one which may or may not have existed ever but in any case existed no more: a place where a man could move free. could make his own code and live by it; a world in which, if a man did what he had to do, he could one day take the girl and go riding through the draw and find himself home free, not in a hospital with something wrong inside, not in a high bed with the flowers and the drugs and the forced smiles, but there at the bend in the bright river, the cottonwoods shimmering in the early morning sun."

-- Joan Didion,
   "John Wayne: A Love Song," 1965

"He is home now.  He is free."

-- Ron Reagan, Friday, June 11, 2004

"Beware, therefore, of the dead!  Beware of his kindness; beware of his definiteness, beware of his strength; beware of his pride!  But if you love him, then remember him lovingly, and learn from him, precisely as one who is dead, learn the kindness in thought, the definiteness in expression, the strength in unchangeableness, the pride in life which you would not be able to learn as well from any human being, even the most highly gifted."

-- Works of Love,
   Harper Torchbooks, 1964, p. 328


Sunday, June 13, 2004  6:23 PM

Spider Web


Thanks to JadedFey
for pointing out this
Ray Charles connection.


Saturday, June 12, 2004  6:12 PM

Don Giovanni, Part II

(See entries of June 8, 2004,
and June  4,  2004.)

Ingmar Bergman long ago
"earned the nickname of
the 'demon director,'
such are the demands that
he makes on his performers."

-- Anthony Lane in
The New Yorker
,
June 14  & 21, 2004

Bergman
AFP/GETTY IMAGES

Ingmar Bergman
on the set in
the late 1940's

From the entry of
June 4 last year:

Commentary by Jack Kerouac,
from an entry of May 21, 2004:

"So what do we all do in this life which comes on so much like an empty voidness yet warns us that we will die in pain, decay, old age, horror--?  Hemingway called it a dirty trick.  It might even be an ancient Ordeal laid down on us by an evil Inquisitor in Space, like the ordeal of the sieve and scissors, or even the water ordeal where they dump you in the water with toes tied to thumbs, O God-- Only Lucifer could be so mean and I am Lucifer and I'm not that mean, in fact Lucifer goes to Heaven-- The warm lips against warm necks in beds all over the world trying to get out of the dirty Ordeal by Death...."

Commentary by The New Yorker:

"... listen to the words of Pablo, the servant of Don Juan, who is summoned from the underworld in 'The Devil’s Eye,' Bergman’s little-known comedy of 1960. Pablo seduces the wife of a minister, and then, sorrowful and sated, falling to his knees, he addresses her thus:

'First, I’ll finish off that half-dug vegetable patch I saw. Then I’ll sit and let the rain fall on me. I shall feel wonderfully cool. And I’ll breakfast on one of those sour apples down by the gate. After that, I shall go back to Hell.' "


Saturday, June 12, 2004  3:31 PM

Ray Charles with Nancy and Ronald Reagan

"Who's got the last laugh now?"

-- "They All Laughed,"
words by Ira Gershwin,
music by George Gershwin,
from the 1937 film Shall We Dance
(sung by Ginger Rogers,
then danced by
Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers)

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See also
the entry of June 4 last year,
The Four Last Things.


Friday, June 11, 2004  11:00 AM

For Ray Charles

Seven Spanish Angels
at the
Altar of the Sun


Tuesday, June 8, 2004  6:11 PM

Dark Music
Illustrated
 
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Paul Klee

From today's
Arts & Letters Daily:

Critics in Mozart’s age
threw up their hands
at the dark Don Giovanni,
calling it perverse, amoral.
These days, such qualities
turn us on... more»


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Paul Klee,
The Bavarian Don Giovanni,
1919, watercolor and ink
on paper

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There's a little black spot
on the sun today....

(See Feel Lucky?, June 4)


Tuesday, June 8, 2004  3:31 PM

Anomaly

From today's New York Times:

Robert Quine, 61,
Punk Rock Guitarist,
Philosopher's Nephew,
Dies

By BEN SISARIO

Robert Quine, a noted guitarist of the New York rock scene of the 1970's and 80's who played with Richard Hell, Lou Reed and others, died last week in his home in Manhattan. He was 61.

He was found dead by the police on Saturday, said James Marshall, a friend. The police found a note and said they believed the death was a suicide but are awaiting a medical examiner's report.  Mr. Marshall said he believed Mr. Quine died on May 31.

In the loud world of New York punk, where crude simplicity trumped most conventional notions of musical skill, Mr. Quine stood out as a stylish virtuoso....

"He was an extraordinary mixture of taste, intelligence, and rock 'n' roll abilities, coupled with major technique and a scholar's memory for every decent guitar lick ever played under the musical sun," Mr. Reed said....

Mr. Quine was an anomaly in the punk scene. Older than most of his fellow musicians, he had a law degree and was nearly bald, and wore button-down shirts and sport coats and described his appearance as that of a "deranged insurance salesman."....

His uncle, the philosopher W. V. Quine, died in 2000.

"Anomalies must be expected along the conceptual frontier between the temporal and the eternal."
-- The Death of Adam, by Marilynne Robinson, Houghton Mifflin, 1998, essay on Marguerite de Navarre

"D'exterieur en l'interieur entre
Qui va par moi, et au milieu du centre
Me trouvera, qui suis le point unique,
La fin, le but de la mathematique;
Le cercle suis dont toute chose vient,
Le point ou tout retourne et se maintient."
-- Marguerite de Navarre


Sunday, June 6, 2004  4:30 PM

The X Factor

On OSS veteran Charles Hostler,
an unsung D-Day hero, now sung:

"He was trained by the British MI6
intelligence agency for an operation
known as X2 - or 'double cross.' "

-- Beth Gardiner, AP, June 6, 2004

 From Fritz Leiber's
"Damnation Morning," 1959:

Bordered version
of the sigil

The sigil was an eight-limbed asterisk made of fine dark lines and about as big as a silver dollar.  An X superimposed on a plus sign.  It looked permanent....

... "Here is how it stacks up:  You've bought your way with something other than money into an organization of which I am an agent...."

"It's a very big organization," she went on, as if warning me.  "Call it an empire or a power if you like.  So far as you are concerned, it has always existed and always will exist.  It has agents everywhere, literally.  Space and time are no barriers to it.  Its purpose, so far as you will ever be able to know it, is to change, for its own aggrandizement, not only the present and the future, but also the past.  It is a ruthlessly competitive organization and is merciless to its employees."

"I. G. Farben?" I asked grabbing nervously and clumsily at humor.

She didn't rebuke my flippancy, but said, "And it isn't the Communist Party or the Ku Klux Klan, or the Avenging Angels or the Black Hand, either, though its enemies give it a nastier name."

"Which is?" I asked.

"The Spiders," she said.

That word gave me the shudders, coming so suddenly.  I expected the sigil to step off her forehead and scuttle down her face and leap at me -- something like that.

She watched me.  "You might call it the Double Cross," she suggested, "if that seems better."



Sunday, June 6, 2004  1:29 PM

From
The Man in
the High Castle

by Philip K. Dick

Juliana said, "Oracle, why did you write The Grasshopper Lies Heavy? What are we supposed to learn?"

"You have a disconcertingly superstitious way of phrasing your question," Hawthorne said. But he had squatted down to witness the coin throwing. "Go ahead," he said; he handed her three Chinese brass coins with holes in the center. "I generally use these." 

She began throwing the coins; she felt calm and very much herself. Hawthorne wrote down her lines for her. When she had thrown the coins six times, he gazed down and said:

"Sun at the top. Tui at the bottom. Empty in the center."

"Do you know what hexagram that is?" she said. "Without using the chart?"

"Yes," Hawthorne said.

"It's Chung Fu," Juliana said. "Inner Truth. I know without using the chart, too. And I know what it means."

From
The Book of
Ecclesiastes

12:5 ... and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets


Sunday, June 6, 2004  1:28 PM

Parallelisms

"I confess I do not believe in time.
I like to fold my magic carpet,
after use, in such a way
as to superimpose
one part of the pattern
upon another."

(Nabokov, Speak, Memory)

From a review of On the Composition of Images, Signs & Ideas, by Giordano Bruno:

Proteus in the House of Mnemosyne (which is the fifth chapter of the Third Book) relies entirely on familiarity with Vergil's Aeneid (even when the text shifts from verse to prose). The statement, "Proteus is, absolutely, that one and the same subject matter which is transformable into all images and resemblances, by means of which we can immediately and continually constitute order, resume and explain everything," reads less clear than the immediate analogy, "Just as from one and the same wax we awaken all shapes and images of sensate things, which become thereafter the signs of all things that are intelligible."


From an interview with Vladimir Nabokov published in Wisconsin Studies in Contemporary Literature, vol. VIII, no. 2, Spring 1967:

When I was your student, you never mentioned the  Homeric parallels in discussing Joyce's Ulysses  But you did supply "special information" in introducing many of the masterpieces: a map of Dublin for Ulysses....  Would you be able to suggest some equivalent for your own readers?

Joyce himself very soon realized with dismay that the harping on those essentially easy and vulgar "Homeric parallelisms" would only distract one's attention from the real beauty of his book. He soon dropped these pretentious chapter titles which already were "explaining" the book to non-readers.  In my lectures I tried to give factual data only. A map of three country estates with a winding river and a figure of the butterfly Parnassius mnemosyne for a cartographic cherub will be the endpaper in my revised edition of Speak, Memory.


For more on Joyce and Proteus,
see the May 27 entry
Ineluctable.


Saturday, June 5, 2004  11:11 AM

A Form,
 continued...


Some cognitive uses
of the 3x3 square
are discussed in

From Lullus to Cognitive Semantics:
The Evolution of a Theory of Semantic Fields
by Wolfgang Wildgen and in

Another Page in the Foundation of Semiotics:
A Book Review of On the Composition of Images, Signs & Ideas, by Giordano Bruno...
by Mihai Nadin

"We have had a gutful of fast art and fast food. What we need more of is slow art: art that holds time as a vase holds water: art that grows out of modes of perception and whose skill and doggedness make you think and feel; art that isn't merely sensational, that doesn't get its message across in 10 seconds, that isn't falsely iconic, that hooks onto something deep-running in our natures. In a word, art that is the very opposite of mass media. For no spiritually authentic art can beat mass media at their own game."

-- Robert Hughes, speech of June 2, 2004

Whether the 3x3 square grid is fast art or slow art, truly or falsely iconic, perhaps depends upon the eye of the beholder.

For a meditation on the related 4x4 square grid as "art that holds time," see Time Fold.


Friday, June 4, 2004  11:22 AM

Feel lucky?
Well, do you?

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1.  A British blogger's comment today.  This man, feeling like a miserable failure himself, was cheered up by the following practical joke: "If really fed up you could try putting in, miserable failure, (no quote marks) into Google and pressing the 'I'm feeling lucky' button."

2. The page, excerpts from which are shown  above, that you get if you put lucky (no quote marks) into Google and press the "I'm feeling lucky" button.

3. My own entries of May 31 on Language Games and of June 1 on language and history,  Seize the Day and One Brief  Shining Moment.

4.  The related June 1 entry of Loren Webster, Carpe Diem, on the Marilyn Monroe rose.  Images from Carpe and Shining are combined below:

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5.  The fact that the "day" to be seized in Language Games is numbered 22, and that on day 22 of November 1963,  the  following died:

C. S. Lewis
John F. Kennedy
  Aldous Huxley.

6. The fact that November 22 is the feast of  Cecilia, patron saint of music.

7. Yesterday's entry about the alignment of stars, combined with the alignment of Venus with Apollo (i. e., the sun) scheduled for June 8.

All of the above suggest the following readings from unholy scripture:

A.  The "long twilight struggle" speech of JFK

B.  "The Platters were singing 'Each day I pray for evening just to be with you,' and then it started to happen.  The pump turns on in ecstasy.  I closed my eyes, I held her with my eyes closed and went into her that way, that way you do, shaking all over, hearing the heel of my shoe drumming against the driver's-side door in a spastic tattoo, thinking that I could do this even if I was dying, even if I was dying, even if I was dying; thinking also that it was information.  The pump turns on in ecstasy, the cards fall where they fall, the world never misses a beat, the queen hides, the queen is found, and it was all information."

-- Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis, August 2000 Pocket Books paperback, page 437

C.  "I will show you, he thought, the war for us to die in, lady.  Sully your kind suffering child's eyes with it.  Live burials beside slow rivers.  A pile of ears for a pile of arms.  The crisps of North Vietnamese drivers chained to their burned trucks.... Why, he wondered, is she smiling at me?"

-- Robert Stone, A Flag for Sunrise,  Knopf hardcover, 1981, page 299


Thursday, June 3, 2004  3:17 PM

STAR WARS
Continued...

Today's New York Times story on Richard Helms, together with my reminiscences in the entry that follows it below, suggest the following possibility for symbol-mongering:

Compare the 16-point star of the C.I.A.

with the classic 8-point star of Venus:

From today's New York Times:

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Not even the most powerful
can alter the alignment
of the stars.

In a related story....

The Good Bad Boy
By Alison Lurie

"Today, many people have the illusion that they know who Pinocchio is. They think that he is a wooden marionette who becomes a human boy; that he was swallowed by a huge fish; and that when he told lies his nose grew longer. These people are right, but often in a very limited way. They know Pinocchio only from the sentimentalized and simplified Disney cartoon, or the condensed versions of his story that are thought more suitable for children. The original novel by Carlo Collodi, which today survives mainly in scholarly editions, is much longer, far more complex and interesting, and also much darker."

-- The New York Review of Books, June 24, 2004


Tuesday, June 1, 2004  8:23 PM

One Brief Shining Moment

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William Manchester, author of the JFK book with the above title, died today at 82.


Tuesday, June 1, 2004  3:31 PM

Seize the Day

From a March 31 entry --

A Jesuit cites Quine:

"To be is to be the value of a variable."

-- Willard Van Orman Quine, cited by Joseph T. Clark, S. J., in Conventional Logic and Modern Logic

For example, the variable

"[Day]"

in the Crystal Software program EasyPattern Helper supposedly helps to find any valid day number, 1-31, within a date, by first translating  "[Day]" into the regular expression

(?:(?:0?[1-9]|[12]\d|3[01])).

But it turns out that this expression fails to find the day "22" -- at least during a trial run in the EasyPattern Helper search window.

The following seems apt:

"A tongue-in-cheek comment by programmers is worth thinking about: 'Sometimes you have a programming problem and it seems like the best solution is to use regular expressions; now you have two problems.'  Regular expressions are amazingly powerful and deeply expressive. That is the very reason writing them is just as error-prone as writing any other complex programming code."

-- David Mertz, Learning to Use Regular Expressions

The following irregular expression also seems apt:

&3#!+*^$#!!


Monday, May 31, 2004  7:00 PM

Language Games:

Now
You're Playing
with Power

My latest preoccupation...

Using search-and-replace programs to reformat earlier Xanga entries.  This involves the use of "regular expressions," which lead to the following thoughts....

It seems that pure mathematics (i.e., the theory of finite automata) is not without relevance even in very practical data formatting problems.  One of the first math books I ever bought -- perhaps the very first --was  Automata Studies (Princeton's Annals of Mathematics Studies, No. 34, 1956).  This book, which I still have, begins with an essay by Stephen Cole Kleene.

Kleene's legacy includes regular expressions and Kleene's theorem.  For further details, see

Notes on
Formal Language Theory
and Parsing

James Power

Department of Computer Science
NATIONAL UNIVERSITY OF IRELAND, MAYNOOTH
Maynooth, Co. Kildare, Ireland.

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language games and robot wisdom
from an authority on James Joyce,