I just finished a big fat biography on J.S. Bach. I like his music, but one of my primary reasons for reading it was to gain an understanding of why he’s so sanctified as far as how he’s perceived and recalled in the cultural consciousness. He earned his money primarily from composing music for Christian religious services, so there’s that, resulting in a good chunk of his compositional cache sounding liturgical.
Still, as I made my way through the 600 pages, I had hoped to come across some mention of incidents depicting him as fallible or human rather than untarnished/invincible deity. He did land himself in jail once for insubordination against his employer, but it was a minor incident blown way out of proportion by his superiors. Anyway, it’s interesting how his pristine public persona runs parallel with the saintliness valued in Christianity, especially back in Bach’s day. Continue reading
These were the top three books and musical discoveries for me this year. They’re alphabetized and not in order of preference.
- Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer – Inspiring essays on preserving our ecosystem and restoring nature, written from the perspective of Native American tradition and spirituality.
- Essays One by Lydia Davis – A very rewarding and lively 512-page book, generally about the art and craft of writing. Davis discusses her own practices, and she also looks at the techniques of a wonderfully curated group of other writers. In addition, she discusses elements of visual art and photography.
- The Terrible by Yrsa Daley-Ward – A memoir dealing with self-discovery, empowerment and family upbringing, conveyed through prose and poetry, written in a unique voice.
The workweek has passed like a stone in the night. Happy reading & writing, everybody.
Made every effort to avoid my housemate.
Spent most of the day in bed reading, drinking espresso and writing.
I did make a quick run to the bookstore to analyze the difference between Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast as originally published vs. the so-called “restored” edition. I found out the restored edition is largely a sham, with uninteresting filler to aid in the marketing ploy. Filler included a long-winded intro, images of Hemingway’s handwritten notes and a section dedicated to his revision process, which was an absurd addition.
Made popcorn and grilled cheese, as well as an omelet with broccoli, onion & parmesan. Spent 5 hrs in the morning doing chores & errands.
Started a Goodreads account at goodreads.com/cassandra_k.
Black coffee in espresso cup resting on saucer atop secondhand book purchased for 25¢. In bed I continue reading Allen Ginsberg’s Planet News. Morning outside: the sun struggles against the clouds. Reminded of Whitman while reading. Reminded of proclamations, with Ginsberg’s text stretching from end to end on page after page. Reminded of Ferlinghetti, with text drizzling downward in thin stacks.
With leases being sold for gas and oil exploration and development on public lands, it seemed that author Edward Abbey saw it all coming. In his 1968 book “Desert Solitaire,” he wrote:
“Until a few years ago, a simple, quiet, primitive place on the shores of the Colorado, Lee’s Ferry has now fallen under the protection of the Park Service. And who can protect it from the Park Service?”
Of course when he wrote this, he was railing against what he termed “industrial tourism” and infrastructure development at national parks and forests. But it rings very relevant with the public lands sell-off taking place under William Perry Pendley, who, unfortunately, was reappointed by the interior secretary on Sept. 30 to oversee the Bureau of Land Management. Continue reading
This Oxford University Press book series is great for those of us who are curious about everything and want to know it all. I spotted them at a local bookstore.
- A Very Short Introduction to Identity
- A Very Short Introduction to Infinity
- A Very Short Introduction to Nothing
- A Very Short Introduction to the History of Time
- A Very Short Introduction to the Antarctic
- A Very Short Introduction to Plate Tectonics
- A Very Short Introduction to Chaos
- A Very Short Introduction to Genes
I get up early, around 5:30, regardless of whether it’s a workday, and I’ll do some writing or I’ll do some reading, or else make some visual art. And I’ll have coffee.
I’ll also do some thinking. You know: Hmmm, how did I get into this situation? How do I get out of it?
We are all in situations to one degree or another: a job that makes us miserable; a toxic relationship; etc. My mind is fresh in the morning and more capable of tackling such things. I read better and I write better, too, ’cause I’m sharper and more alert.
But no, I am not one to wake up and bolt out the door in the morning. Anything but.
Today it occurred to me that a book should exceed a certain weight or size in order to be called a tome. Small, skinny books are not tomes. “Title” can be used to refer to a book of any size, however.
Today I saw a pamphlet-sized magazine in a magazine rack mixed in with the lit stuff. This, too, is erroneous taxonomy. Even worse was the fact that the pamphlet (or bulletin?) was $12 or so.
If you wanted to get really technical, then I will add to this list magazines that resemble paperbacks. Or are all paperbacks novels? The mind boggles.
Switching gears a bit, I’m tired of seeing Ansel Adams hogging up shelf space in the photography section at bookstores & libraries. And Picasso, too, in the art section. Although I like his work.