There’s a persimmon plant that my family has been giving our attention to, encouraging for two years. It took one year of hibernation in our refrigerator, needing the mix of cold, dark, sand, and soil to germinate, another to slowly grow in the swings of light that we too try to adapt to. I’m glad that M is a botanist because otherwise, I would have loved it to death long ago.
“There is no strong timber that has not roots amidst the clay and the worms.”
A longer, more involved comment:
I’ve been trying to understand TE Hulme’s Tory Philosophy. I have come to my agree without him. It’s an anti-romantic argument, of course, and he begins by focusing on his contention that humans do not change. That was a stumbling block and it kept me from understanding his point. What about Platonic years? Yeats’ gyres?
Eventually I realized that he was speaking of the gift that keeps on giving, more properly, the rupture — Pandora’s box — that is the font of everything.
Yes, that is rather constant, but terms change. And this led me to a conclusion about the problems of memory, remembering. *Synecdoches become radically personal*.
To have great faith in a seed
Djuna’s favorite Synge quote—
“There is no strong timber that has not roots amidst the clay and the worms.”
A longer, more involved comment:
I’ve been trying to understand TE Hulme’s Tory Philosophy. I have come to my agree without him. It’s an anti-romantic argument, of course, and he begins by focusing on his contention that humans do not change. That was a stumbling block and it kept me from understanding his point. What about Platonic years? Yeats’ gyres?
Eventually I realized that he was speaking of the gift that keeps on giving, more properly, the rupture — Pandora’s box — that is the font of everything.
Yes, that is rather constant, but terms change. And this led me to a conclusion about the problems of memory, remembering. *Synecdoches become radically personal*.
Christ
Kant
Paris
Ulysses
I really love that last line. And the idea of "overwitnessing" is ... oof.