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RIP Ray Bradbury

Sunday, June 10th, 2012

This blog is beginning to feel a bit like an obituary column. Is it some kind of weird end of the world (as we know it) 2012 phenomenon or is just that a lot of the people who have been influential over the last century are of the age to begin moving on to the next plane en masse? Whatever the case it’s sad to see so many who have guided our imaginations, aspirations, tastes and visions, leaving. Who will replace someone like Ray Bradbury? One of my favorite works of his is the lesser known one, Dandelion Wine. On the surface it’s an amazingly vivid and rich look at life in the midwest in the late 1920’s but it also has a deeper layer of the metaphysical and darker layers of reality that lie below the surface. Fittingly, there is a theme running through the story about death. Death of people but also of things, technologies, ways of life and even memories. “SO IF TROLLEYS AND RUNABOUTS AND FRIENDS AND NEAR FRIENDS CAN GO AWAY FOR A WHILE OR GO AWAY FOREVER, OR RUST, OR FALL APART OR DIE, AND IF PEOPLE CAN BE MURDERED, AND IF SOMEONE LIKE GREAT-GRANDMA, WHO WAS GOING TO LIVE FOREVER, CAN DIE…IF ALL OF THIS IS TRUE…THEN…I, DOUGLAS SPAULDING, SOME DAY, MUST…” – Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Man In The High Castle

Saturday, February 11th, 2012

Great read and I love the type and minimalistic nature of this old edition.

“To have no historicity, and also no artistic, esthetic worth, and yet to partake of some ethereal value–that is a marvel. Just precisely because this is a miserable, small, worthless-looking blob; that, Robert, contributes to it’s possessing wu. For it is a fact that wu is customarily found in least imposing places, as in the Christian aphorism ‘stones rejected by the builder.’ One experiences awareness of wu in such trash as an old stick, or a rusty beer can by the side of the road. However, in those cases, the wu is within the viewer. It is a religious experience. Here, an artificer has put wu into the object, rather than merely witnessed the wu inherent in it.” He glanced up. “Am I making myself clear?”
Man in The High Castle – Philip K. Dick

The Lady and The Monk

Friday, October 14th, 2011

“I turned on the tape again and – out of nowhere- heard Van der Post talking about how the moon in Japan was always three times larger than in any other place and how the Japanese had a deep affinity with the moon, renewing themselves, after earthquakes or wars, as cyclically as the moon.
The moon, I recalled, was the one possession that even monks did not renounce. When he lost his house in a fire, the Zen poet Masahide wrote, he found occasion for new hope: he now enjoyed a better view of the rising moon.”
-Pico Iyer, The Lady and The Monk

Cloud Atlas

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010

“…the artist lives in two worlds”
– David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

Children of Dune

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

“Humans can endure only in a fraternity of social justice”
– Frank Herbert, Children of Dune