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The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service
This was a favourite of my dad’s, and you can’t go wrong with Johnny Cash reciting it. The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam ’round the Pole, God only…
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Work vs Play
Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it – namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or performing on…
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All Art is Quite Useless
When The Picture of Dorian Gray was first published, it was attacked for apparently lacking a moral message. Oscar Wilde added this preface to the second edition of the book. The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these…
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Blank Spaces
“Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, `When I grow up I will go there.’ The North Pole was one of these places, I remember. Well, I haven’t been there yet, and shall not try now. The glamour’s off. Other places were scattered about the Equator,…
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Address to the Haggis
Happy Burns Night, everyone! I hope you enjoyed some haggis. Here’s Robbie Burns’ ode tae the great chieftain o’ the pudding-race. There’s a translation on Wikipedia. Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race! Aboon them a’ yet tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o’a grace As lang’s my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin was help to mend a mill In time o’need, While thro’ your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour dight, An’ cut you up wi’ ready sleight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like…
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Annihilate a Whole Culture
I’m listening to Nineteen Eighty-Four right now. I read the first half in high school, and it’s been haunting me ever since as an unfinished read. My memory is of a book filled with big ideas, but it’s also wonderfully written. The girl with dark hair was coming towards them across the field. With what seemed a single movement she tore off her clothes and flung them disdainfully aside. Her body was white and smooth, but it aroused no desire in him, indeed he barely looked at it. What overwhelmed him in that instant was admiration for the gesture with which she had thrown her clothes aside. With its grace…
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The Little Lies
Death explains to his granddaughter, Susan, why belief is important in Discworld. “All right,” said Susan. “I’m not stupid. You’re saying that humans need … fantasies to make life bearable.” Really? As if it was some kind of pink pill? No. Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape. “Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little —” Yes. As practice. You have to start out learning to believe the little lies. “So we can believe the big ones?” Yes. Justice. Mercy. Duty. That sort of thing. “They’re not the same at all!” You think so? Then take the universe and grind it down…
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Sum: Mary
Here’s one of my favourites from Sum. Not sure if this embedded Google Book will show up in feeds, so you might need to click through.
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Book Beginnings
A Few More Pages has a weekly meme called Book Beginnings, in which you share the first line or two from your current read. I’m finishing up a fun one right now, so I thought I’d share. In the afterlife you relive all your experiences, but this time with the events reshuffled into a new order: all the moments that share a quality are grouped together. — Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman I’ve been spoiled, as this book contains forty great opening lines.
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Let’s Have Some Fun by Charles Bukowski
there will always be people who say, let’s go on a boat or let’s go to Argentina or let’s go to a movie or let’s go to a tennis match or let’s visit my sister or how about a picnic? and I don’t understand any of this because to me just walking across the room is like walking through flames and the first strange face I see each day adds a knot to my stomach and I don’t have the time because I haven’t paid the gas bill or checked the air in my tires and one of my teeth is aching (on the left side) and I’ve received several…