Comments on: Transgression and the Packaging of Forbidden Knowledge: A Beggar’s Ball with ADD.

By: Katherine Dalton

Katherine Dalton — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 11:56:40 +0000

Ah, Mr. Sabin, let me speak for a moment out of the silent majority who read but comment not. Thank you for an intemperate ode to temperance, and a Rococo appreciation for Kahn’s restrained stairway. May your roots crack the concrete there in your adopted Connecticut.

By the way, we had a bring-your-gun-to-church service here recently in KY, only everyone attending had to show the gun was unloaded.

regards–

By: Bob Cheeks

Bob Cheeks — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 02:27:58 +0000

D.W. I thought, at first, you were that delightfully unique philosopher who, it is said, travels to the beat of his own drum. But, upon a more thorough inquiry, it’s apparant that you travel to the beat of your own orchestra!
I am searching just now, among the by-roads of this rural clime, for someone, anyone really, engaged in the act of smoking a semi-decent cigar, that I might stand near them, innocently breathing in the foul smoke.
Actually, you’re right. Albert’s comment was brilliant and with an economy of words. And, yes, Jesus, indeed, does love you!

By: D.W. Sabin

D.W. Sabin — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 01:47:18 +0000

Well Cheeks, it would appear that it is you, me and the refreshingly brief Albert against the world. Your continued enthusiasms are appreciated . However…. after mowing the lawn and catching my breath with a first dip into the gift of a fresh rough sawn box of Edge Robustos, aged five years and just now spirited out of the Honduras in the midst of some hiccup of a Bolivarian Hangover by a Honduran Campesino I enjoy the company of…the thought occurs that when my pal Giovanino gave me his Christmas gift last December, the gift was pregnant with pointed meaning at his pontificating friend who has a pathological fixation upon the polity. Inside a wrapping of the front page of the Corriere della Sera, documenting but another of Berlosconi’s charming episodes was a bumper sticker that intoned:

“Jesus Loves You, Everyone Else Thinks You’re an A**h*le”.

Gio, of course, laughed like hell when I opened it.

By: Albert

Albert — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 18:47:48 +0000

Thank you.

By: Bob Cheeks

Bob Cheeks — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 13:06:38 +0000

D.W. is the man raging against the distortions of his age, the man who refuses to be captured by the sundry pathologies of society even if he must stand alone unto death.

He uses the misanthrope’s cudgel rather effectively but as a means of concealing the existential nature of the man.

Here, however, he shows us who he is. Not just the Classical Greek but a higher being, and not so much the Aristotlian spoudaios (aner), the fully develped human being, or the zoon noun echon, the living being possessing Nous, rather the true philosopher, the lover of wisdom in the sense of transcendental truth, and perhaps the Viator, that being symbolized in the Christian community as the Wanderer who seeks and quests for eschatological perfection.

The essay stands for itself. It is an expression of an old and now increasingly rare art, a man rising in resistance to the disorders of his age, and in so doing not only seeking but in the instant of the intersection of time and the timeless, revealing the truth of existence.

I refuse to judge who is the wisest, the most articulate among this stable of very gifted writers and thinkers. Suffice it to say, it is a intellectual pleasure to roam the corridors of this site.

Bravo, D.W….dude, you got me on this one!