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In golden days, I used to read a little blue book of Matthew Arnold essays that my mom used in college. I sadly no longer have that little pocket book and should probably re-read its contents, but the essay titled Culture and Anarchy is what I’m thinking of as I type today. I haven’t thought about it in years.

Its most celebrated idea, “Sweetness and light” is a phrase that’s lost its cultural power. But for Arnold, the phrase as a powerful antidote to contemporary over-utilitarian, staid practices and thinking. For him, “sweetness is beauty, and light is intelligence” and is part and parcel of his counsel to pursue and implement “the best that has been thought and said.” A kind of thing we might call a “canon” of knowledge to be consulted in time of need or just as a part of wholesome daily life.

Arnold uses the past tense, “the best that has been thought and said,” but I don’t see his advice as stodgy or antiquarian: he had his eye on reform and truth. Besides, once something is thought AND communicated, it’s done and technically in the past, even if it’s a brand new utterance. I held this ideal as I read my way through my 20s and 30s, confident in my reading choices, and confident that the past held many answers for today. The sheer weight of all that’s gone before us surely has generated just about everything we need to consider as we move forward, so I thought and still mostly do—we were and remain humans. And with solutions to problems and ideas being generated all the time, there’s always a fresh “recent past” to comb through.

For society in general, though, is such a canon a blind tyranny, a crude “survival of the fittest”? There’s something to be said for a society being held closer-knit through a common fund of knowledge, though it would need to quite varied to keep all perspectives and experiences in view. But there’s little need to worry, we never did have a common canon and never will. And the world seemingly only grows more multifarious, with more people, more cultures, and more avenues of communication to reckon with. On the other hand, we are also becoming more homogenized by all of this global communication and product-buying; we don’t want to become trapped in those limits. Still, ideas do eventually come to fruition and the best problem-solvers seek far and wide, and dig deep within, for the best of them.

Do I still believe in a personal canon, a group of best and brightest? (A more “Herodotean/Whiteheadean” attitude might say that “the best” is ever-changing even for an individual person, proceeding with time and place and context and company and more figuring into it.) I thought about compiling my canon of sound wisdom and beautiful strains of poetry and prose into a book, but it would be a never-ending compilation, for certain.

I’m still confident in my reading choices, although I have a nagging feeling I’m often putting off the better things to read while sweeping up bits and pieces and leftovers, just so I have them settled before moving forward. That’s something I need to fix.

And there’s my ephemerality on this planet to consider. Is there ever a time to sit back and be refreshed by the best you’ve encountered, to abandon the spirit of outward exploration? I could endlessly revisit my favorite authors or times in history or places on this planet; I could endlessly mine the various Impressionists, for example, finding variations on the theme the more I explore, but still remain inward in that era. Or I could branch into something else that’s always caught my eye, just not as strongly—Hindu or Sumerian art, for example.

Some say highest wisdom is in focusing on a particular—a Napoleonic history enthusiast once said he focused on the era and all its goings-on to feel like he really understood it. Others might see a broad mind always exploring and digging and dancing around as the wiser. The answer for me, a fundamentally non-specialist person, remains a little of both—I will continue to spread out where my mind or necessity beckons, and also sometimes revisit old favorites, either to recapture an old, wonderful experience or in hopes of finding something even better than I did before. I haven’t felt the urge to read Matthew Arnold in decades, but maybe I’ll give him a look soon, acknowledging how his ideas are part of me, and maybe to find something new to grow on.

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Well, it happened, and it had been such a long time since it had happened.

A couple of weeks ago, our current malaise brought me out into Google street views to walk around old neighborhoods I’d lived in and visitedincluding Australia, where I once took a fateful trip. Although there was a lot of nostalgia in the air during all of those virtual street visits, the feeling didn’t come to me with full force at that time.

The other day, though, I put on Temple of Low Men by Crowded House, and lay down to stretch, or was I standing to play air guitar? “I could feel you underneath my skin / as the wind rushed in, / sent the kitchen table crashing / she said nobody move.”

But it happened. “I Feel Possessed” came on, its pulsing, quavering opening. And by the time I got to the third song, “Into Temptation,” the feeling had settled in and stayed with me for the whole album. Images from my trip to Oz, with my special welcoming committee of one “crazy Aussie/Indo rep” waiting the other side of the customs gauntlet. I’ve never felt that way before or since; no poems written since the aftermath of that era played itself out.

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It might have been, “You opened up your door / I couldn’t believe my luck / you in your new blue dress / taking away my breath” that really drove it home, zapped me from above and within. “Into your wide open arms  / no way to break this spell.” The warmth I felt then from her, and the warmth I gave her.

Lying back listening, standing up singing along, my mind drifting during the lesser songs that make the excellence of the album even greater sometimes. As it played, there were a bunch of thoughts and feelings, but what predominates is loveit was a pure feeling of love for this person and that time, all happening to me at that moment, and that’s not a bad thing. “Not asking for anything / I just want to be there when it happens again.”

“As I turn to go / you looked at me for half a second.”

More photos here.

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My last post celebrated Paul Signac’s glorious Blessing of the Tuna Fleet at Groix, a puzzle of which I completed not long ago, however long ago it feels.

One thing that made this experience special were the pieces, jigsawed into many shapes and betraying the minute detail that Signac lavished on his work. You can see details in my last post, and here are a few isolated shots that give a small feeling of what it was like as I worked on the puzzle (click to enlarge):

Click the image on the left and take a close look. Which piece do you find the most fascinating? The one that heightens your respect for Signac’s skill? Vote now!

Yes, this post was named after this song by Peter & Gordon. It has one of my favorite openings ever, and apparently was banned for a time after 9/11. We’re not the only decade that knows strange times.

 

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A friend of mine was questing for a puzzle the other day, turning up none after combing of her locale. I sent her an eBay link for the one I just completed, Paul Signac’s “Blessing of the Tuna Fleet at Groix,” brought to us by The Minneapolis Institute of Arts and publisher Museum & Wildlife Collections. I very much took my time, snapping a photo from time to time.

It all started in mid-November, building the border, and yes that’s Orange Caramel of “Lipstick” fame, a poster underneath a sheet of plastic. It was hard not to buy a CD when visiting Seoul without having posters and other ephemera thrust upon one. Cute.

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11/17/19

My parents love puzzles these days, board games having been usurped, and my late uncle did them for many years, getting hooked on them during a hospital stayhe had a special affinity for 1,000 piece ones, which I find rather amazing.

Work progressed bit by bit, and a month later:

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12/18/19

On two card tables in the second bedroom, I worked to music and a lot of singing resulted. It was a great way to enjoy my whole music collection. And I even fit some pieces together.

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2/11/20

In mid-March, a certain album revealed itself to me in a depth I’d never noticed as rapid progress was made.

 

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Until all was complete:

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3/19/20

How satisfying! It’s hard to imagine wanting to do a different puzzle. This one is perfect, with insight into classic art in an Impressionist, semi-Pointillist style where each piece sheds light on the artist’s loving detail, plus the pieces are cut in a huge variety, so it’s exciting to track them down and piece them together. I’ll probably take some board games for a spin next, but I am tempted to just take the puzzle apart and then start all over again!

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