Perhaps the essence of the Liberal outlook could be summed up in a new decalogue, not intended to replace the old one but only to supplement it. The Ten Commandments that, as a teacher, I should wish to promulgate, might be set forth as follows: Do not feel absolutely certain of anything. Do not think it worth while to proceed by concealing evidence, for the … Continue reading A Liberal Decalogue: Bertrand Russell’s 10 Commandments of Teaching
Cavalleria rusticana – Intermezzo “Barcarola” Silvano Guglielmo Ratcliff Continue reading Works of Pietro Mascagni
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly … Continue reading A child said, What is the grass?
The coming into being of the notion of “author” constitutes the privileged moment of individualization in the history of ideas, knowledge, literature, philosophy, and the sciences. Even today, when we reconstruct the history of a concept, literary genre, or school of philosophy, such categories seem relatively weak, secondary, and superimposed scansions in comparison with the solid and fundamental unit of the author and the work. … Continue reading What Is an Author? Michel Foucault, 1969
If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier She left here last early spring, is livin’ there, I hear Say for me that I’m all right though things get kind of slow She might think that I’ve forgotten her, don’t tell her it isn’t so. We had a falling-out, like lovers often will And to think of how she left that night, … Continue reading If You See Her, Say Hello
They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark, She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones. ‘Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate. They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel with … Continue reading Simple Twist of Fate