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Of course there is a point.
Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett was written in 1948 and first performed in 1953 to acclaim all but unimagined in the world of modern theatre. Contextualized by the European tragedy of World War Two, Waiting was voted the most influential work of the… Continue Reading “Of course there is a point.”
Leaving a less-than-beautiful corpse. (Dorian Gray)
[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNIR-dqoJk8%5D My recent reading has been all worshippers of the individual from the 19th century – Kierkegaard and Nietzsche most recently – but not until I read Oscar Wilde’s A Picture of Dorian Gray did I quite see Wilde’s connection to these philosopher’s of… Continue Reading “Leaving a less-than-beautiful corpse. (Dorian Gray)”
Travels with Mary.
I am mulling over Waiting for Godot while listening to Max Richter’s The Blue Notebooks, and watching the snow fall outside the window. A combination which seems destined to produce an upwelling of emotion if ever there was one. But instead of writing on… Continue Reading “Travels with Mary.”
Job and the problem of evil.
(My classes start again tonight and I am really looking forward to being the first presenter of the semester. What follows is my presentation on Job to lead discussion). The Book of Job appears in the Bible’s Old Testament and is written in the… Continue Reading “Job and the problem of evil.”
Sublimity and mountaintops.
(Sadly, you can’t experience the sublime through a photograph.) I’ve spent a fair bit of time hiking in and around mountains over the last several years – not as much as I would like, but enough to recognize that there is a distinction between… Continue Reading “Sublimity and mountaintops.”
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