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What Is a No-Word Phrase for “Keep Moving”?
Renaissance man Quintus Curtius, through his podcast Fortress of the Mind and his works, the stories of great men and the translated works of ancient minds, serves as a living bastion for those of us who may not otherwise have had … Continue reading
Blog Anniversary
WordPress thoughtfully notified me this morning that today is the eighth year anniversary of my swelling underground classic blog, Bourbon Apocalypse. (I will go to my grave proud of that name.) Eight years. I remember that day–surprisingly, given the amount … Continue reading
Words Are Only What I Have Left
The downside of posting anything away from my home library is that I usually will not have the book on hand that I want to reference. Of course, who I am to deny La Belle Dame Muse (aka La Belle Dame … Continue reading
True Condition/Tinged with Doom
I return to Cyril Connolly’s The Unquiet Grave as I do to my favorite drink: I know what to expect, and I have probably had one too many encounters with it, but I always come away pleased, refreshed, consoled–and maybe even … Continue reading
That Still Small Voice That Whispers “Fuck It”
Warning: personal post–more so than usual, I think…. Following on the ragged, bourbon-stained, piss-soaked J. C. Penney’s coattails of my last post: I think one of the most difficult acts to do for those who were raised to believe that … Continue reading
Write Me Off
One of my favorite stories about the Saints does not involve an act of heroic courage or gruesome self-denial but rather involves a starkly honest admission by St. Theresa of Avila directed to God after St. Theresa fell down into … Continue reading
Not-so Divine Office
Sebastien-Roch-Nicolas Chamfort writes in his The Cynic’s Breviary (a title for which I might have been tempted to give a few months of my life in exchange for the privilege of having thought of it): “It is when their age of passions … Continue reading