tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11257594.post7218414052840148529..comments2023-10-21T04:54:20.747-05:00Comments on Enchiridion: Reuben BrightSheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10853868724554947854noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11257594.post-30674524342352928202013-04-15T21:14:48.501-05:002013-04-15T21:14:48.501-05:00I think he killed her...."For when they told ...I think he killed her...."For when they told him that his wife MUST die. . ."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11257594.post-71866074168660294292007-02-07T09:13:00.000-05:002007-02-07T09:13:00.000-05:00Very true.
More than that, though, I loathe the i...Very true.<br /><br />More than that, though, I loathe the idea that working with your hands somehow makes you a less sensitive and refined person mentally. Certainly physical work doesn't require thought so much, but it doesn't preclude it either.Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10853868724554947854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11257594.post-75568632391872282502007-02-04T17:43:00.000-05:002007-02-04T17:43:00.000-05:00It used to be -- and still is, in some respects --...It used to be -- and still is, in some respects -- that poetry was a public art, a common language of the people, a public venue for catharsis, reflection, and ecstacy. Dana Gioia says that it wasn't until college that anyone proposed to him the idea that you had to study criticism and theory in order to enjoy poetry. <br /><br />Thomas Merton writes in The Seven Storey Mountain that the poet Mark Van Doren would tell his students that by age 18, everyone was prepared to read Shakespeare, because by then, everyone had had moethers, fathers heartbreak, experienced anger, suffering, happiness, loss, etc.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com