Tuesday, April 14, 2026

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A Village Square, 1943 by L.S. Lowry

A Village Square, 1943 by L.S. Lowry (England, 1887–1976)

















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Monday, April 13, 2026

It’s laughable

From The Totems of Poetry by Dr. Joseph S. Salemi.

When I was a young and inexperienced teacher, I was advised by some older colleagues to have an “open classroom.” They told me that students learn best in an environment of freedom and unfettered self-expression, and that my task as a teacher was to “facilitate the exchange of ideas,” and to allow for “collaborative interaction,” and to be “non-judgmental” about issues of content, mastery, and individual student performance. This was the early 1970s, and that kind of blather was in the air.

Needless to say, all of it was complete buncombe, as Mencken might have put it. When I foolishly attempted to implement the above-mentioned jargon, my classroom became a disaster area of uncertainty, resentment, and utter failure. Students goofed off or were demoralized, and I hadn’t the slightest idea of what the class was supposed to accomplish, much less how I was to evaluate student work. You’ve heard of the Lost Weekend? Well, that was the Lost Semester.

The following year I decided to follow my own judgment exclusively. I knew that the military gets things done, so I ran the class like a Marine platoon. Requirements were rigorously spelled out, and the syllabus was adhered to religiously. I gave straight lectures, stopping only for the occasional question. I advised students to take copious notes, which they did. I didn’t allow a nanosecond of time to be wasted on pointless chitchat or opining. I taught directly to a final exam that I had prepared well in advance, and which was keyed to the objective mastery of material.

It worked like a charm. A few inherently ditz-brained and freaky students dropped out almost immediately, but the rest stayed, and almost everyone got an A or B grade. But what really surprised me was what happened the following semester. My new class was packed to the rafters, and I was constantly importuned for overtally permission by students who couldn’t register in my closed section. I believe I taught two classes for the price of one that next semester. And I earned an instant reputation as a serious teacher who got things done in a no-nonsense manner.

My colleagues congratulated me—albeit somewhat grudgingly—on my popularity. I timorously asked them why they had given me that wrongheaded advice about an open classroom, and all the other garbage. They hemmed and hawed, and looked quizzical. The general consensus seemed to be this: “Well, that’s the way it’s done. We had to tell you that.”

I was shocked. I said “Tell me what? Something that is palpably untrue?” “No, no,” they answered. “It’s theoretically true. But it doesn’t necessarily apply to one’s work in the classroom.”

There you have it, folks: the tyranny of asinine theories. People feel that there’s a moral righteousness in trumpeting certain privileged notions, even when the notions lack empirical validity. Most people know that the theories are stupid and inapplicable to our actual work and lives, but they are loyal to them nonetheless. It’s similar to promoting a literalist reading of Genesis long after you’ve been privately convinced by Darwinian arguments.

What causes people to do this? Why are so many persons loyal to theoretical idiocies? The eminent anthropologist Robin Fox, in his essay “The Passionate Mind,” makes the point that long-term memory, processed through our limbic system, has “a heavy loading of emotion and that a disturbance of the conceptual system so set up will cause a strong emotional reaction.” This means that people viscerally react a lot more frequently than they coolly think, and even their most abstract reasoning is colored by affect. We are loyal to our internalized totems before anything else. 

He then explores this insight in terms of poetry.

What are some of the theoretical totems of the poetry world? We’re loaded with them. There are lots of idiotic notions that poets feel compelled to defend, even though they disregard them in practice. Let’s look at ten of the most common. Each one is followed by an appropriate deflation.

1. It’s the task of poets to express what they truly think and feel. That is not the case at all. They’re supposed to lie through their teeth, if necessary, to create a good aesthetic effect.

2. Poetry ennobles and heightens human consciousness. This is like believing that having a college degree makes you a better person, or that learning French will improve your moral stature.

3.Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of mankind. This canard was dreamt up by Shelley, a poet with a frustrated power-complex. The very thought of poets having actual political power is as horrifying as Jurassic Park.

4.The language of poetry ought to be precisely the same idiom as that used in everyday life. This is so blatant a lie that it’s hard to believe anyone utters it with a straight face. The whole point of poetry is to say something arresting and memorable.

5.Creativity breaks rules and transgresses boundaries. No it doesn’t. Creativity puts itself to school, learning everything it can, and then manifests itself as one more facet of the great tradition.

6.Poetry teaches us great lessons. Poetry doesn’t teach us a damn thing. It is what it is, and that’s all.

7.If you are going to be a good poet, you must write about things that you personally know. Good poets write well, period. What they write about is utterly their own choice. Shakespeare didn’t write a single thing about his life in Stratford.

8.Poets see more deeply into reality than the rest of us. Not at all. They see exactly what everyone sees. Poets are simply more skilled in expressing themselves.

9.Good poets are always on the side of the angels. All I have to mention are three names: Ezra Pound, Pablo Neruda, and Amiri Baraka.

10.Poetry should provide inspiration, uplift, and positive values. Yeah, and we should all be kind to children and dumb animals. Poetry doesn’t have to do anything except be excellent.

As I said, serious practicing poets don’t pay any attention to these pious fabrications, except when they are questioned publicly about their work. Then some or all of these totems are trotted out, and we get another heartfelt little homily on The Urgent Importance Of Poetic Endeavor. It’s laughable.
 

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The North Cape by Moonlight, 1848 by Peder Balke

The North Cape by Moonlight, 1848 by Peder Balke (Norway, 1804-1887)


















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Sunday, April 12, 2026

Numbers and thoughts

 I can't say why, but these two things I came across minutes apart seem oddly relevant to one another.  
And

Advice to the English Department 
by Joseph S. Salemi

Instead of reading Marx and Hegel 
Have yourself a cream cheese bagel. 
Skip Foucault, ignore Lacan —
Order up a coq au vin
Sick of texte by Derrida? 
Cherchez la cuisine, comme ca
People who are in the know 
Turn to escalopes de veau 
Rather than get mental canker 
Wading through some verbose wanker. 
 

Advice to the English Department by Joseph S. Salemi

Advice to the English Department 
by Joseph S. Salemi

Instead of reading Marx and Hegel 
Have yourself a cream cheese bagel. 
Skip Foucault, ignore Lacan —
Order up a coq au vin
Sick of texte by Derrida? 
Cherchez la cuisine, comme ca
People who are in the know 
Turn to escalopes de veau 
Rather than get mental canker 
Wading through some verbose wanker. 

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Portrait of a Man (Self-Portrait?), 1433 by Jan van Eyck

Portrait of a Man (Self-Portrait?), 1433 by Jan van Eyck (Netherlands, 1390-1441)


































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Saturday, April 11, 2026

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Boats Returning Home, circa 1915 by William Ritschel

Boats Returning Home, circa 1915 by William Ritschel (Germany/America, 1864-1949)



















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Friday, April 10, 2026

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The Waterspout, 1867 by Gustave Courbet

The Waterspout, 1867 by Gustave Courbet (France, 1819-1877




















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Thursday, April 9, 2026

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It’s hard to tell just what systems are communicating with other systems on which ports.

A variant on Hayek's Problem of Knowledge.  When authoritarian or totalitarian systems seek to impose on complex dynamic systems, you almost always have unintended consequences.  From Russia Cracks Down On VPNs, Brings Down Banks by Lawrence Person.

Here’s another example of the “new” Russia acting a whole lot like the old Soviet Union. Mere individuals will not be allowed to keep secrets from the glorious state, comrade.

But the Soviet Union barely lasted into the Internet age. Its communications infrastructure was built from the ground-up to spy on citizens, with entire floors dedicated to KGB agents constructed above telephone exchanges. It’s quite a different task to try to tap today’s vast array of encrypted digital communication channels. Ordinary companies frequently have a tough time locking down their own digital infrastructure, because it’s hard to tell just what systems are communicating with other systems on which ports.

Now scale up the problem to an entire nation that’s been cut out of the world financial system for waging an illegal war of territorial aggression, and a tyrannical government blocking vast swathes of what Internet is left in the name of information control like Hans Gruber’s minion chainsawing through the Nakatomi Tower’s trunk cables in Die Hard. All sorts of things you want to keep working are going to break.

I also suspect the attempt to be a futile one, at least for VPN users. I suspect the technical minds behind those are far more adept than the government censors trying to block them.

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Winter, St Ives, 2013 by David Inshaw

Winter, St Ives, 2013 by David Inshaw (England, 1943 - )

























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Wednesday, April 8, 2026

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Wet Evening, 1927 by Clarice Beckett

Wet Evening, 1927 by Clarice Beckett (Australia, 1887 – 1935)





















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Tuesday, April 7, 2026

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There can be a limited-access order or an open-access order, but nothing in between.

From North, Weingast, and Wallis by Arnold Kling.  The subheading is The most under-rated model of political order.

Kling starts our by quoting an earlier essay of his.

Violence and Social Orders, by Douglass C. North, John J. Wallis, and Barry R. Weingast, is a fundamental work of political economy. Much of it rests on the distinction between what they call a limited-access order and an open-access order.

To have order at all, a society needs a mechanism to restrain violence. In a limited-access order (what NWW call “the natural state”), the government is like a crime syndicate. It incorporates any group with a potential for organized violence. It excludes anyone who is not a member of the coalition from obtaining the most valuable economic and political positions in the society. Those who are in the governing coalition benefit sufficiently to not want to disturb the status quo. Those who are outside the coalition are powerless to fight it.

I wrote that here. In a different essay, I wrote

In any society, who is allowed to form an organization that competes with powerful economic and political interests? In their 2009 master work, Violence and Social Orders: A Conceptual Framework for Interpreting Recorded Human History, Douglass North, John Joseph Wallis, and Barry R. Weingast give a striking answer. They say that either almost no one is allowed to form an organization that competes against powerful interests, or almost everyone is allowed to form such an organization. In their terminology, there can be a limited-access order or an open-access order, but nothing in between.

He concludes:

My reading of NWW leads me to believe:

a libertarian utopia in which the state is small and weak is not possible. A society that can create economic assets will tempt groups to use violence to extract wealth. For order to prevail, such violence must be suppressed. In a limited-access order, the governing coalition is able to extract wealth, but at least there is order in which wealth is created. People outside of the ruling coalition cannot get rich, but at least they can live in peace and security. In an open-access order, less of the available wealth is extracted by those in power, and people outside of the ruling coalition have at least a bit of an opportunity to get rich.

Nation-building will fail. That is, the attempt to impose an open-access order on a country will fail if it has groups that are not willing to refrain from violence.

Our open-access order is robust, in spite of authoritarian inclinations on both the left and the right. We are not going to ban entire classes of people from engaging in political or economic competition. 
 

Monday, April 6, 2026

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The Old Battersea Power Station, c.1938 by Christopher R.W. Nevinson

The Old Battersea Power Station, c.1938 by Christopher R.W. Nevinson (England, 1889-1946)


















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Sunday, April 5, 2026

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Greenland Coast, 1931 by Rockwell Kent

Greenland Coast, 1931 by Rockwell Kent (America, 1882-1971)




















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Saturday, April 4, 2026

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Skirt of Mt. Fuji, 1953 by Kawase Hasui

Skirt of Mt. Fuji, 1953 by Kawase Hasui (Japan 1883-1957)


















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Friday, April 3, 2026

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Ending Lent with hot cross buns

Hadn't thought of this for years.  Had to look up the lyrics in Wikipedia to confirm my memory of them.  Strong memories from my childhood years in England in the mid-1960s of hot cross buns as the prelude to Easter Sunday.  

Hot cross buns!
Hot cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns!

If you have no daughters,
Give them to your sons.
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns!

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Three Bathers by Johann Baptist Reiter

Three Bathers by Johann Baptist Reiter (Austria, 1813-1890)






























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Thursday, April 2, 2026

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Fall of the Tower of Babel, 1547 by Cornelis Anthonisz

Fall of the Tower of Babel, 1547 by Cornelis Anthonisz (Netherlands, 1505-1553)





















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Wednesday, April 1, 2026

It can be hard to appreciate just how large each moment of each day is, how much more is going on than we experience.

From Days are enormous by Henrik Karlsson, a review of Solvej Balle’s On the Calculation of Volume.  I liked the beginning of the review.

Since I began working on this essay three hours ago, around 21,000 people have, statistically, died. Now the sky is low and cloudy; I’m feeling tired, and looking at the numbers, I learn that about 10 million people are having sex as I type this sentence.

It can be hard to appreciate just how large each moment of each day is, how much more is going on than we experience.

Even just thinking about the fact that every place I’ve ever visited still exists (however reconfigured) gives me vertigo. In the medical factory where I worked at 21, the production lines are still going, and have done so, more or less continuously, for the 15 years since I last thought of them. There are people living in every house and apartment I’ve ever stayed in: if I were to go back and peek through the windows, I’d see them, as real as I. Also, everyone I’ve ever been on a date with is—I hope—still alive, somewhere, occupied with a life that feels like the world to them. And everyone I’ve worked with, or met on a bus, or been to school with.

I think about this, or rather I feel it—the heaviness of it—as I read the first six books of Solvej Balle’s On the Calculation of Volume. It is one of the more moving experiences of art I’ve had this year.

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Their attitude to the thing they love is imbued with judgement and discrimination.

From Beauty: A Very Short Introduction by Roger Scruton.  

For the past two or three years I have been wrestling with a set of interconnected thoughts which I still do not have untangled.  

The foundational observation is that Classical Liberalism is in constant struggle with totalitarian systems which are in themselves antithetical to the philosophical foundations of Classical Liberalism.  Totalitarian systems such as Socialism, Communism, Islam, and Wokeism (derivative from the first two), etc.  

What is the Classical Liberal response to someone espousing arguments from any of these totalitarian systems of thought?  To engage in argument.  To debate.  Which is fundamentally a waste of time.  The Totalitarian system's goal is to win and crush anything inconsistent with itself.  Argument and debate are mere tactics on the path to victory.  They have no relevance or reality in the totalitarian context.  

What is the Classical Liberal antidote to the Totalitarian mind?  What I have been considering is that it is a three pronged aspiration - pursuit of Knowledge (arguments and debate), pursuit of Truth, and pursuit of Beauty.  The first two are interesting to think through and I am pretty confident in their role.

The pursuit of beauty is where I have a conviction but not a particularly well developed argument.

These passages from Scruton are relevant to the thought.  Beauty is always, and necessarily, both intensely personal and individual, while also having a communal and social aspect.  It is the individual element which renders beauty incompatible with Totalitarianism.

Just as there is sex addiction, arising from the decoupling of sexual pleasure from the inter-personal intentionality of desire, so too is there stimulus addiction—the hunger to be shocked, gripped, stirred in whatever way might take us straight to the goal of excitement—which arises from the decoupling of sensory interest from rational thought. The pathology here is familiar to us, and was interestingly caricatured by Aldous Huxley, in his account of the ‘feelies’—the panoramic shows in Brave New World in which every sense-modality is engaged. Maybe the Roman games were similar: short cuts to awe, horror and fear which reinforced the ensuing sense of safety, by prompting the visceral relief that it is not I but another who has been torn to pieces in the ring. And maybe the 5-second cut which is the stock-in- trade of the B movie and the TV advert operates in a similar way—setting up addictive circuits that keep the eyes glued to the screen.

The contrast that I have been implicitly drawing between the love that venerates and the scorn that desecrates is like the contrast between taste and addiction. Lovers of beauty direct their attention outwards, in search of a meaning and order that brings sense to their lives. Their attitude to the thing they love is imbued with judgement and discrimination. And they measure themselves against it, trying to match its order in their own living sympathies.

Addiction, as the psychologists point out, is a function of easy rewards. The addict is someone who presses again and again on the pleasure switch, whose pleasures by-pass thought and judgement to settle in the realm of need. Art is at war with effect addiction, in which the need for stimulation and routinized excitement has blocked the path to beauty by putting acts of desecration centre stage. Why this addiction should be so virulent now is an interesting question: whatever the explanation, however, my argument implies that the addiction to effect is the enemy not only of art but also of happiness, and that anybody who cares for the future of humanity should study how to revive the ‘aesthetic education’, as Schiller described it, which has the love of beauty as its goal.

Ties to the idea that one of our present challenges is that we have become unmoored from constraints.  Absent constraints we are at risk of overindulgence to the point of addiction.

In a world of comparative and astonishing abundance, we are able to indulge ourselves in a fashion never before achievable.  When there is a dessicated but ever present access to virtually everything (knowledge, pictures, sound, etc.) everywhere and always, I wonder that there is even any remaining commitment to experience, to engagement, to anticipation, and of course to the pursuit of Knowledge, Truth, and Beauty.  

Augustus at the tomb of Alexander the Great, 1878 by Lionel Royer

Augustus at the tomb of Alexander the Great, 1878 by Lionel Royer (France, 1852-1926)




















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Tuesday, March 31, 2026

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At Breakfast, 1914 by Zinaida Serebriakova

At Breakfast, 1914 by Zinaida Serebriakova (Russia, 1884-1967)





















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Monday, March 30, 2026

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Evidence? I am weary of evidence. Only rouse a man and make him feel the truth of his religion.


And what has been the consequence? An increasing unwillingness to contemplate the Supreme Being in his personal attributes: and thence a distaste to all the peculiar doctrines of the Christian Faith, the Trinity, the Incarnation of the Son of God, and Redemption. The young and ardent, ever too apt to mistake the inward triumph in the detection of error for a positive love of truth, are among the first and most frequent victims to this epidemic fastidium. Alas! even the sincerest seekers after light are not safe from the contagion. Some have I known, constitutionally religious—I speak feelingly; for I {271}speak of that which for a brief period was my own state—who under this unhealthful influence have been so estranged from the heavenly Father, the Living God, as even to shrink from the personal pronouns as applied to the Deity. But many do I know, and yearly meet with, in whom a false and sickly taste co-operates with the prevailing fashion: many, who find the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, far too real, too substantial; who feel it more in harmony with their indefinite sensations

To worship Nature in the hill and valley,
Not knowing what they love:—

and (to use the language, but not the sense or purpose of the great poet of our age) would fain substitute for the Jehovah of their Bible

A sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things!

Wordsworth.

And this from having been educated to understand the Divine Omnipresence in any sense rather than the alone safe and legitimate one, the presence of all things to God!

Be it, however, that the number of such men is comparatively small! And be it (as in fact it often is) but a brief stage, a transitional state, in the process of intellectual Growth! Yet among a numerous and increasing class of the higher and middle ranks, there is an inward withdrawing from the Life and Personal Being of God, a turning of the thoughts exclusively to the so-called physical attributes, to the Omnipresence in the counterfeit form of ubiquity, to the Immensity, the Infinity, the Immutability;—the attributes of space with a notion of Power as their substratum, a Fate, in short, not a Moral Creator and Governor! Let intelligence be imagined, and wherein does the conception of God differ essentially from that of Gravitation (conceived as the cause of Gravity) in the understanding of those, who represent the Deity not only as a necessary but as a necessitated Being; those, for whom justice is but a scheme {272}of general laws; and holiness, and the divine hatred of sin, yea and sin itself, are words without meaning or accommodations to a rude and barbarous race? Hence, I more than fear, the prevailing taste for books of Natural Theology, Physico-Theology, Demonstrations of God from Nature, Evidences of Christianity, and the like. Evidences of Christianity! I am weary of the word. Make a man feel the want of it; rouse him, if you can, to the self-knowledge of his need only the express declaration of Christ himself: No man cometh to me, unless the Father leadeth him. Whatever more is desirable—I speak now with reference to Christians generally, and not to professed students of theology—may, in my judgment, be far more safely and profitably taught, without controversy or the supposition of infidel antagonists, in the form of Ecclesiastical history.

I often see the concluding thought paraphrased as:

Evidence? I am weary of evidence. Only rouse a man and make him feel the truth of his religion.

Palm Sunday messaging

I was just reading Deuteronomy 2:32-36 yesterday.  

32 Then Sihon came out against us, he and all his people, to fight at Jahaz.

33 And the Lord our God delivered him before us; and we smote him, and his sons, and all his people.

34 And we took all his cities at that time, and utterly destroyed the men, and the women, and the little ones, of every city, we left none to remain:

35 Only the cattle we took for a prey unto ourselves, and the spoil of the cities which we took.

36 From Aroer, which is by the brink of the river of Arnon, and from the city that is by the river, even unto Gilead, there was not one city too strong for us: the Lord our God delivered all unto us.

When I am waiting for the service to commence, I will often flip randomly to a passage to consider in addition to whatever the day's readings are.  Deuteronomy 2:32-36 wasn't particularly consonant with the spirit of Palm Sunday and the Lord's Passion but knowing the whole is always more challenging than dealing in the parts.  

Unbeknownst to me, the Pope was simultaneously making a Palm Sunday, Lord's Passion statement.  
Of course this is in part just the eternal tension between the Old Testament of judgment, war and tragedy and the New Testament of forgiveness, peace and hope.  But it was a striking contrast between what I was reading while waiting for the service to begin and what the Pope was opining.  

And of course, Babylon Bee goes to town.
 

A Cafe Scene, 1934 by Sylvia Gosse

A Cafe Scene, 1934 by Sylvia Gosse (England, 1881–1968)































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