Posts in: 2021s

Henry Adams, The Education:

All New York was demanding new men, and all the new forces, condensed into corporations, were demanding a new type of man,—a man with ten times the endurance, energy, will and mind of the old type,—for whom they were ready to pay millions at sight. As one jolted over the pavements or read the last week’s newspapers, the new man seemed close at hand, for the old one had plainly reached the end of his strength, and his failure had become catastrophic. Every one saw it, and every municipal election shrieked chaos. A traveller in the highways of history looked out of the club window on the turmoil of Fifth Avenue, and felt himself in Rome, under Diocletian, witnessing the anarchy, conscious of the compulsion, eager for the solution, but unable to conceive whence the next impulse was to come or how it was to act. The two-thousand-years failure of Christianity roared upward from Broadway, and no Constantine the Great was in sight.

Last, next.

81: Autumn Trilogy (Maple)
82: Pitch Black (lined)

The orange was just too jarring for me. Moving on after only a week. I’ll put it to some other use that doesn’t involve me carrying it with me everywhere.

Autumn Trilogy, Pitch Black

I’m pleased that a strange old sonnet of mine has found a home in the newest issue of the excellent Wine Cellar Press.

And be sure to click over to the second page, to read another poem, A Found Fragment in your Firetorn Books, which was written following the prosody of Old English alliterative poetry.

Seventy-seven years ago today, one of the two men I was named after was murdered by the Nazis, his body left in the street with a sign reading TERRORIST pinned to his chest.

I found this in a book I just pulled off the shelf. The website is still live, mostly, but it doesn’t seem to be a brick & mortar shop anymore.

bookmark for a travel store in San Francisco

(Original series here, with subsequent discoveries here.)

Bachelard, The Poetics of Space:

If we were to give the imagination its due in the philosophical systems of the universe, we should find, at their very source, an adjective. Indeed, to those who want to find the essence of a world philosophy, one could give the following advice — look for its adjective.

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I found this yesterday in, I’m guessing, the book that I bought there in the spring of 2001.

A little research shows it closed some time after it moved from Montague St in Brooklyn Heights to Smith St in Brooklyn.

bookmark with a line drawing of the building with the Brooklyn Bridge in the background and another drawing of a stack of books

(Original series here, with subsequent discoveries here.)