posted on 06.03.12
“Love has Poverty for his mother; he is always poor, and far from being sensitive and beautiful, as most people imagine, he is hard and weather-beaten, shoeless and homeless.”

— Plato, Symposium

posted on 02.09.11
“I don’t really think it’s possible for humans to be at the same time conscious and comfortable. Though we may be moved by nature to thoughts of grace, though art can tease our minds toward eternity and love’s abundance make us dream a love that does not end, these intuitions come only through the earth, and the earth we know only in passing, and only by passing. I would qualify Weil’s statement somewhat, then, by saying that reality, be it of this world or another, is not something one finds and then retains for good. It must be newly discovered daily, and newly lost.”

— Christian Wiman, Gazing into the Abyss

posted on 21.01.11 Martin Luther King Jr. on Loving Your Enemies

MLK

This is a transcription of a speech Martin Luther King Jr. gave in 1957 on the subject of loving your enemies, and the link is posted here, along with a few excerpts, in the spirit of his holiday (though a few days late).  It is a beautiful speech, and one that was given six years prior to the famous “I Have a Dream” speech.  It is nice to read a different kind of speech from this remarkable man, as it may reveal more clearly the moral foundations of his appeal to justice in the face of the hatred he saw in the world around him.  It is a much longer speech, with references to Ovid, Plato, Jesus, the Bible, Napoleon, Lincoln, and his own brother.  In it he doesn’t focus on freedom in the political and social sense of black and white equality, but on freedom of morality and the will; the choice we have of how to respond to and confront those who hate us.  His answer that old one, that right one, that one which no one it seems can ever remember.  The answer is — surprise — to love them.

Now, I’m aware of the fact that some people will not like you, not because of something you have done to them, but they just won’t like you… Some people aren’t going to like you because your skin is a little brighter than theirs; and others aren’t going to like you because your skin is a little darker than theirs.

How do you go about loving your enemies? I think the first thing is this: In order to love your enemies, you must begin by analyzing self. And I’m sure that seems strange to you, that I start out telling you this morning that you love your enemies by beginning with a look at self… we’re split up and divided against ourselves. And there is something of a civil war going on within all of our lives. There is a recalcitrant South of our soul revolting against the North of our soul. And there is this continual struggle within the very structure of every individual life. There is something within all of us that causes us to cry out with Ovid, the Latin poet, “I see and approve the better things of life, but the evil things I do.” 

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And when you come to the point that you look in the face of every man and see deep down within him what religion calls “the image of God,” you begin to love him in spite of. No matter what he does, you see God’s image there. There is an element of goodness that he can never sluff off. Discover the element of good in your enemy. And as you seek to hate him, find the center of goodness and place your attention there and you will take a new attitude. 

Another way that you love your enemy is this: When the opportunity presents itself for you to defeat your enemy, that is the time which you must not do it. There will come a time, in many instances, when the person who hates you most, the person who has misused you most, the person who has gossiped about you most, the person who has spread false rumors about you most, there will come a time when you will have an opportunity to defeat that person.

You can’t see straight when you hate. You can’t walk straight when you hate. You can’t stand upright. Your vision is distorted. There is nothing more tragic than to see an individual whose heart is filled with hate. But if you love your enemies, you will discover that at the very root of love is the power of redemption. You just keep loving people and keep loving them, even though they’re mistreating you. Here’s the person who is a neighbor, and this person is doing something wrong to you and all of that. Just keep being friendly to that person. Keep loving them. Don’t do anything to embarrass them. Just keep loving them, and they can’t stand it too long. Oh, they react in many ways in the beginning. They react with bitterness because they’re mad because you love them like that. They react with guilt feelings, and sometimes they’ll hate you a little more at that transition period, but just keep loving them. And by the power of your love they will break down under the load. That’s love, you see. It is redemptive, and this is why Jesus says love. There’s something about love that builds up and is creative. There is something about hate that tears down and is destructive.

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So this morning, as I look into your eyes, and into the eyes of all of my brothers in Alabama and all over America and over the world, I say to you, “I love you. I would rather die than hate you.” And I’m foolish enough to believe that through the power of this love somewhere, men of the most recalcitrant bent will be transformed.

Read the whole thing here.

posted on 25.04.10 Wind and Rain

Constable Mill

There were two sisters of county Clare,
  Oh, the wind and rain
One was dark and the other was fair,
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
And they both had a love of the miller’s son,
  Oh, the wind and rain
But he was fond of the fairer one,
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
So she pushed her into the river to drown,
  Oh, the wind and rain
And watched her as she floated down,
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
And she floated till she came to the millers pond,
  Oh, the wind and the rain
Dead on the water like a golden swan,
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
As she came to rest on the riverside,
  Oh, the wind and the rain
And her bones were washed by the rolling tide
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
And along the road came a fiddler fair
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And found her bones just a lying there, cried
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
So he made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone
  Oh, the wind and the rain
He a made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone, crying
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
And he strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair
  Oh, the wind and the rain
He strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair, cried
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
And he made a fiddle fiddle of her breast bone
  Oh, the wind and rain
He made a fiddle fiddle of her breast bone, cried
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain
But the only tune that the fiddle could play was
  Oh, the wind and rain
The only tune that the fiddle would play was
  Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.
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This is a nice version.  Crooked Still’s is more lovely but a slightly different story, and couldn’t find to post here. 

posted on 08.03.10 Methinks I lied all winter…

Manet Absinthe Drinker

Love’s Growth

-John Donne

I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring make it more.

But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not only be no quintessence,
But mix’d of all stuffs, paining soul, or sense,
And of the sun his working vigour borrow,
Love’s not so pure, and abstract as they use
To say, which have no mistress but their Muse;
But as all else, being elemented too,
Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.

And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Love by the spring is grown;
As in the firmament
Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown,
Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,
From love’s awakened root do bud out now.

If, as in water stir’d more circles be
Produced by one, love such additions take,
Those like so many spheres but one heaven make,
For they are all concentric unto thee;
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
As princes do in times of action get
New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
No winter shall abate the spring’s increase.

posted on 24.02.10
“The walls of the rational, empirical world are famously porous. What come through are dreams, imaginings, inspirations, visions, revelations. There is no use in stooping over these with a magnifying lens. Beyond any earthly reason we experience beauty in excess of use, justice in excess of anger, mercy in excess of justice, love in excess of deserving or fulfillment. We have known evil beyond imagining and seemingly beyond intention. We have known compassion and forgiveness beyond measure.”

— Wendell Berry

Sevilla posted on 04.01.10

Sevilla

The Graduate (1967)
Mr. Braddock: What makes you think she wants to marry you?   Benjamin: Oh, she doesn’t. To be perfectly honest she doesn’t like me. posted on 20.09.09

The Graduate (1967)

Mr. Braddock: What makes you think she wants to marry you?
Benjamin: Oh, she doesn’t. To be perfectly honest she doesn’t like me.

Ernest Hemingway, kicking a can.  Looking rather nimble in that flannel and vest.  (photo via kottke)
“Somebody just back of you while you are fishing is as bad as someone looking over your shoulder while you write a letter to your girl.”
Normally more photos would be posted here here but you are better off just going to the art of manliness, where they have put together “inspirational posters” using pictures of Hemingway and his own quotes.  A favorite might be “Intuition.” posted on 14.09.09

Ernest Hemingway, kicking a can.  Looking rather nimble in that flannel and vest.  (photo via kottke)

“Somebody just back of you while you are fishing is as bad as someone looking over your shoulder while you write a letter to your girl.

Normally more photos would be posted here here but you are better off just going to the art of manliness, where they have put together “inspirational posters” using pictures of Hemingway and his own quotes.  A favorite might be “Intuition.”

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