Month: December 2005

  • High Concept

    "Concept (scholastics' verbum mentis)--
    theological analogy of Son's procession
    as Verbum Patris, 111-12"
    -- index to Joyce and Aquinas,    
    by William T. Noon,
    Society of Jesus,
    Yale University Press 1957,
    second printing 1963, page 162

    Then there is
    the Daughter's procession:

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    For the String Theory
    Appreciation Club, see
      Raoul Bott, 1923-2005.

    For another
    imaginary club, see
    The Club Dumas (below).

    For a non-imaginary club,
    see the organization
    that included Noon (above).

  • The Stone of Power

    "Others say it is a stone that posseses mysterious powers.... often
    depicted as a dazzling light.  It's a symbol representing power, a
    source of immense energy.  It nourishes, heals, wounds, blinds,
    strikes down.... Some have thought of it as the philosopher's stone of
    the alchemists...."

    -- Foucault's Pendulum 
    by Umberto Eco,
    Professor of Semiotics

    The Club
    Dumas

    by Arturo Perez-Reverte

    (Paperback, pages 346-347):

    One by one, he tore the engravings from the
    book, until he had all nine.  He looked at them closely. 
    "It's a pity you can't follow me where I'm going.  As the fourth
    engraving states, fate is not the same for all."

    "Where do you believe you're going?"

    Borja dropped the mutilated book on the floor with the others. He was
    looking at the nine engravings and at the circle, checking strange
    correspondences between them.

    "To meet someone" was his enigmatic answer. "To search for the stone
    that the Great Architect rejected, the philosopher's stone, the basis
    of the philosophical work. The stone of power. The devil likes
    metamorphoses, Corso."

    "Only gradually
    did I discover
    what the mandala really is:
    'Formation, Transformation,
    Eternal Mind's eternal recreation'"
    (Faust, Part Two)

    -- Carl Gustav Jung  

  • For the feast of
    St. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald

    The Diamond
    as Big as
    the Monster

    From Fitzgerald's The Diamond as Big as the Ritz:

        "Now," said John eagerly, "turn out your pocket and let's
    see what jewels you brought along. If you made a good selection
    we three ought to live comfortably all the rest of our lives."
         Obediently Kismine put her hand in her pocket and tossed two
    handfuls of glittering stones before him.
        "Not so bad," cried John, enthusiastically. "They aren't
    very big, but-- Hello!" His expression changed as he held one of
    them up to the declining sun. "Why, these aren't diamonds!
    There's something the matter!"
        "By golly!" exclaimed Kismine, with a startled look. "What
    an idiot I am!"
        "Why, these are rhinestones!" cried John.

    From The Hawkline Monster, by Richard Brautigan:
     
        "What are we going to do now?" Susan Hawkline said, surveying the lake that had once been their house.
        Cameron counted the diamonds in his hand. 
    There were thirty-five diamonds and they were all that was left of the
    Hawkline Monster.
        "We'll think of something," Cameron said.


    Related material:

    "A disciple of Ezra Pound, he adapts to the short
    story the ideogrammatic method of The Cantos, where a grammar of
    images, emblems, and symbols replaces that of logical sequence. This
    grammar allows for the grafting of particulars into a congeries of
    implied relation without subordination. In contrast to postmodernists,
    Davenport does not omit causal connection and linear narrative
    continuity for the sake of an aleatory play of signification but in
    order to intimate by combinational logic kinships and correspondences
    among eras, ideas and forces."

    -- When Novelists Become Cubists:
        The Prose Ideograms of Guy Davenport,
        by Andre Furlani

    "T.S. Eliot's experiments in
    ideogrammatic method are equally germane to Davenport, who shares with
    the poet an avant-garde aesthetic and a conservative temperament.  Davenport's text reverberates with echoes of Four Quartets."

    -- Andre Furlani

    "At the still point,
      there the dance is."

    --  T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets,
    quoted in the epigraph to
    the chapter on automorphism groups
    in Parallelisms of Complete Designs,
    by Peter J. Cameron,
    published when Cameron was at
    Merton College, Oxford.

    "As Gatsby closed the door of
    'the Merton College Library'
    I could have sworn I
    heard
    the owl-eyed man
    break into ghostly laughter."

    -- F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • To Graves at the Winter Solstice

    "There is one story and one story only
    That will prove worth your telling....

    Dwell on her graciousness, dwell on her smiling,
    Do not forget what flowers
    The great boar trampled down in ivy time.
    Her brow was creamy as the crested wave,
    Her sea-blue eyes were wild
    But nothing promised that is not performed. "

    -- Robert Graves,
        To Juan at the Winter Solstice



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  • "Heaven-- Where Is It?
      How Do We Get There?"

    To air on ABC
    Tuesday, Dec. 20
    (John Spencer's birthday)




    Fred Stein, 1945

    "And we may see
    the meadow in December,
    icy white and crystalline."

    -- Johnny Mercer,
    "Midnight Sun"
     

    See also a Brooklyn version.

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    "There's a place for us...."

  • Conversation,
    continued


    From last night
    :

    "There is an
    underlying timelessness

    in the basic conversation

    that is mathematics."

    -- Barry Mazur (pdf)

    "The authors of the etiquette book The Art of Civilized Conversation
    say that conversation's versatility makes it 'the Swiss Army knife of
    social skills.'"

    Then there is
    the broken beer bottle
    school of etiquette:

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  •  "There is an
    underlying timelessness

    in the basic conversation

    that is mathematics."

    -- Barry Mazur (pdf)

    It's Quarter to Three
    (continued):

     

    "I could tell you a lot
    but you gotta be
     true to your code."
    -- Sinatra

    Today is the birthday of Helmut Wielandt (Dec. 19, 1910 - Feb. 14, 2001).

    From MacTutor:

    "In his speech accepting membership of the Heidelberg Academy in 1960 he said:-

    It is to one of Schur's seminars that I owe the stimulus to work with permutation groups,
    my first research area. At that time the theory had nearly died out. It
    had developed last century, but at about the turn of the century had
    been so completely superseded by the more generally applicable theory
    of abstract groups that by
    1930 even important results were practically forgotten - to my mind unjustly."

    Permutation groups are still not without interest.  See today's updates (Notes [01] and [02]) to Pattern Groups.

  • For the birthday of 
    Steven Spielberg,   
    director of "1941"--

    Sunset for Sydney Leff,

    who died at 104

    on December 10,
    and is said to have drawn

    the illustration below
    .

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    The sun also rises,

    and the sun goes down,

     and hurries to its place

    where it rises.


    -- Ecclesiastes 1:5

    From Log24 Sunday a week ago:
    a link to Satori at Pearl Harbor
    and to

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    Philosophy in
    Blue and Green
    .

  • The Meadow

    "Heaven-- Where Is It?
      How Do We Get There?"

    To air on ABC
    Tuesday, Dec. 20
    (John Spencer's birthday)

    By Trevanian, who died on
    Wednesday, Dec. 14, 2005:

    From
     Shibumi

    "Well...
    the flow of the play was just right, and it began to bring me to the
    meadow. It always begins with some kind of flowing motion... a stream or
    river, maybe the wind making waves in a field of ripe rice, the glitter
    of leaves moving in a breeze, clouds flowing by. And for me, if the
    structure of the Go stones is flowing classically, that too can bring
    me to the meadow."

    "The meadow?"

    "Yes. That's the place I expand into. It's how I recognize that I am resting."

    "Is it a real meadow?"

    "Yes, of course."

    "A meadow you visited at one time? A place in your memory?"

    "It's not in my memory. I've never been there when I was diminished."

    "Diminished?"

    "You know... when I'm in my body and not resting."

    "You consider normal life to be a diminished state, then?"

    "I consider time spent at rest to be normal. Time like this... temporary, and... yes, diminished."

    "Tell me about the meadow, Nikko."

    "It
    is triangular. And it slopes uphill, away from me. The grass is tall.
    There are no animals. Nothing has ever walked on the grass or eaten it.
    There are flowers, a breeze... warm. Pale sky. I'm always glad to be the
    grass again."

    "You are the grass?"

    "We are one another. Like the breeze, and the yellow sunlight. We're all... mixed in together."

    "I
    see. I see. Your description of the mystic experience resembles others
    I have read. And this meadow is what the writers call your 'gateway' or
    'path.' Do you ever think of it in those terms?"

    "No."

    "So. What happens then?"

    "Nothing.
    I am at rest. I am everywhere at once. And everything is unimportant
    and delightful. And then... I begin to diminish. I separate from the
    sunlight and the meadow, and I contract again back into my bodyself.
    And the rest is over." Nicholai smiled uncertainly. "I suppose I am not
    describing it very well, Teacher. It's not... the kind of thing one
    describes."

    "No, you describe it very well, Nikko. You have
    evoked a memory in me that I had almost lost. Once or twice when I was
    a child... in summer, I think... I experienced brief transports such as you
    describe. I read once that most people have occasional mystic
    experiences when they are children, but soon outgrow them. And forget
    them...."

    "And we may see
    the meadow in December,
    icy white and crystalline."

    -- Johnny Mercer,
      "Midnight Sun"