…on Physics unexpectedly loves nature

I participated in a dialogue on substance abuse among Artists with Gethyn, enlisting the assistance of my hero, who discerned — even then — that artists were wont to indulge in the use of substances, which freed the mind and body of accountability and rendered the intellect inebriated by nectar; moreover, true artists should be “tipsy with water.” I delight in that, because when I pour libations, I pour water!

Manifestations of nature occur in an eternal state, and when one also exists in harmony with these, they whisper to him sweetly and organically sans chemical intervention. Thus true art.

“Hence a great number of such as were professionally expressors of Beauty, as painters, poets, musicians and actors, have been — more than others — wont to lead a life of pleasure and indulgence; all but the few who received the true nectar; and, as it was a spurious mode of attaining freedom, as it was an emancipation not into the heavens; but, into the freedom of baser places, they were punished for that advantage they won, by a dissipation and deterioration.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Poet

The love affair? Gethyn oft detects a disharmony between his intellect and Emerson’s based upon the place and importance Emerson assigns to Science in his philosophy; however, on this occasion, when I commenced the deliberation, Gethyn passionately consented and extended said approval with some Physics: The Second Law of Thermodynamics prescribes that in any closed system, entropy will always advance; if order is created in a small part of the universe, there will always exist a corresponding increase in disorder in another sector of the universe.

“But never can any advantage be taken of nature by a trick.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Poet

To wit: you can’t win against nature…

The sugar molecules, highly ordered, become disordered when submerged in tea

…on art which begets art

As an Artist, I discern this pleasing cycle often (I have even been so favoured as to find myself existing within it: both as the inspirer and the devotee or fancier, if you will); notwithstanding, it is so natural a circumstance so as to pass almost unobserved; and certainly unspecified and unexpressed.  I; however, am consonant with this interconnection; art is both a source of and an impetus for genuine human emotion; both for the creator and the beholder; its reach, catharsis and influence can never be overstated.

Art oft inspires homage; which is to be misconstrued neither with imitation, which is suicide, nor envy, which is ignorance; rather when sculpture inspirits poetry, when poetry excites song, when song arouses painting.

When beauty begets beauty:

“Art should exhilarate, and throw down the walls of circumstance on every side, awakening in the beholder the same sense of universal relation and power which the work evinced in the artist, and its highest effect is to make new artists.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Art


Michelangelo Buonarroti, “Study: A Youthful Head”

…Theo’s being a jerk

What will, no doubt, be a recurring theme, as Theo is wont to be a jerk!

He hollers his head off, bounds about like a felid cannonball, vaults into my head, screams undeviatingly into my ear; and when he rejoices in the certainty that I have wholly awakened, he reposes thus.  Jerk.

…on a Classical moment in “History”

As a Classicist, I read and re-read History admitting a full spectrum of emotions, epiphanies and indeed — even on some occasions — unease, as I find myself in the inconvenient position of being confronted with the reality of History’s (with a capital haitch) perceived…place.

Then there are the purely exquisite moments; such as these, which speak to the origination of those things which History (with the same capital haitch) reads:

“There is, at the surface an infinite variety of things; at the centre, there is simplicity and unity of cause.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson, History

This wondrously Classical thread exists where Emerson cites Greek Genius and designates this singular circumstance, in this instance, to civil history, literature, architecture and sculpture. In the same way as one may apply a reference to serenity as a manifestation of Frank Costanza (a shout out here to the lovely Gerri!), the Greeks invoked this unity of cause — this one thing — to corporealise these multitudinous things, which were emblematic of them.

If we prospect beneath a thing to decipher a thing in all its forms, we begin to understand that one man can consummate and command myriad arts and acts in disparate ways.

“Yet do these external experiences proceed from the natural mind.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson, History

So long as our voices and talents emanate from truth, goodness and purity — in essence, our natural minds — they will be undiluted; for this is what impels talent and renders it special; lest it is merely unruly notes or scrawl…


Ironically: a Roman garden fresco in an offering which touches upon Greek accomplishment!

…on: can you see it?

Today is my birthday.  I have previously asservated that am not ordinarily in the habit of sharing my political views publicly; and that indeed, the likelihood of my doing so again on this forum is infinitesimal; however, I defy the odds to declare that the finest birthday gift endowed upon me, having managed my expectations, was to awaken to a hung Parliament; and not naturally wishing to give Theresa May (and the wretched DUP) a slap!

I dispensed a similar sentiment to that which follows when Donald Trump was elected; and albeit not in the totality of instances, we have unquestionably beheld restraints on him that accord me both optimism and every reason to doubt the sustainability of his office.

Today’s hung Parliament will feasibly signal that the integrity of the NHS remains unimpaired and that ghastly Brexit will be “soft” and not one which reflects the will of Theresa May(hem)’s party and the will of her “friends and allies” in the vile DUP.  I proffer further positive anticipation, if only for myself:

“But the wise know that foolish legislation is a rope of sand, which perishes in the twisting; that the State must follow, and not lead the character and progress of the citizen; the strongest usurper is quickly got rid of; and they only who build on Ideas, build for eternity; and that the form of government which prevails, is the expression of what cultivation exists in the population which permits it.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Politics

Can you see it? I can…

I like this because it resembles basil!

…on London.  A thunderstorm.  And a cat.

The favourable circumstance of coexisting with nature is not oft bestowed upon the denizens of a modern metropolis; especially this author’s best-loved manifestation of nature: STORMS; moreover, the United Kingdom is effectually bereft of the sudden, run-for-your-life thunderstorms that are recurrent in the States; and whose absence is felt by this same author!

Today; however, I was bequeathed the — in London! — singular and coveted occasion to knowing ultimately flawless joy in existing beneath the fiercest, most impassioned and potent thunderstorm yet this year.

And I enjoyed companionship; togetherness: our favourite neighbour cat: Jerry Coyne (named for an eminent Evolutionary Biologist revered by Geth and me: https://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/), an amiable little girl who pitches onto her back and exposes her belly in an appeal for rubs.

Jerry and I sat in quiescence, the only two inhabitants of the planet for these twenty minutes in time — she, luxuriating in my lap and rolling about beside me in equal measure — whilst nature’s mightily, magnificent performance unravelled and heightened about us.

Until it started pi**ing down and Jerry bolted!

Breathtaking potency for all to behold…

And whence you, my friend?


The lovely Jerry Coyne

This spectacle is for us and us alone…

“Somebody pet my belly…please!”