Thursday, 30 April 2020

Brevity as an art form

During this shutdown period I thought I'd do what a lot of other people are doing - write a blog that nobody reads. But at least my posts are mercifully short.

Which brings us to the point of this one - great works that are shorter than the usual example of their genre: one speech, one music album and one novel.

It's hard to imagine anyone making better use of 272 words than Abraham Lincoln did when dedicating part of the battlefield at Gettysburg as a war cemetery. Since it's so short, the easiest thing to do is quote it in its entirety:
Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, on this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives, that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate—we cannot hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
It can be modernised in equally compact terms, as a PowerPoint presentation (complete with obligatory 3-D histogram) or even a 140 character Tweet (remember those?) - though it perhaps loses a little in translation...

Next up, Willie Nelson's The Red Headed Stranger album. Clocking in at just 33:30 for the whole album, there's not a note wasted. You can even - and absolutely should - watch Willie do the whole thing live in a little over half an hour (autoplay the follow-on tracks):



Finally, if you want a fine example of literature that won't take a Moby Dick of time to read, try Hemmingway's 27,000 word The Old Man and the Sea. Other than saying it's as good a book as you'll ever read on the transcendent nature of struggle, I'll spare you my literary analysis. You could just about read the book the time it took to read it anyway. Oh, and the New York Times was unstinting in its praise, describing it as "better than his last one".

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

The low road oft listened to

Every now and then you find something beautiful and have to share it. I'm off to find a way to give Thea Gilmore some money. It's the least I can do.



Cut me down
Bury this rosary
Somewhere out of town
Somewhere out by the sea
And take this ring
Give it to Emily
Tell her I'm peaceful now
Tell her I've been released

I will be rolling on
I will be rolling on

Well I know that drill
I know it all too well
It starts like a lonely voice
And shifts to a tolling bell
Like rain on the dusty ground
Small bones in the driest well
The spark breeds a fiery tongue
And the tongues kiss the cheek of Hell

And I will be rolling on
I will be rolling on
I have had my part to play
Now I am going home

There's no telling which way, boys
This thing is going to take hold
From the fruit on a poplar tree
To the bruise round a band of gold
From the blood in a far country
To the war of just growing old
We travel a lower road
And it's lonely and it is cold

But we will be rolling on
We will be rolling on
We've had our part to play
Now we are going home

We will keep rolling on
We will keep rolling on
‘Cause for every midnight hour
There's always a rising sun

Thursday, 12 October 2017

The end is nigh

Is this a sign of the apocalypse? I fear so.



I don't know what there thinking.

Monday, 27 July 2015

Saturday, 14 February 2015

Umm...

Having scored a bunch of free bookcases recently, I've been sorting the substantial quantities of books we own so that we stand a fighting chance of finding the one we're looking for. It has been going pretty well, and mostly there's a logical place for any given book. But some defeated me and I decided I needed a category of "books that have no category".

Results so far have been disappointing. I must ponder this a while.

Friday, 6 February 2015

Stay classy Harper Lee fans

When I heard that a prequel (of sorts) of To Kill a Mockingbird was to be published, my first thought was that it was a really bad idea. Even worse, it's reported that Harper Lee's editor at the time knocked it back for a re-write that became the classic. In my experience a professional editor's judgement is usually pretty good. It's the same reasoning that makes me avoid 'director's cut' packaging of films; artists aren't usually dispassionate judges of their own work.

I note that Jessa Crispin writing in the NY Times had the same view. (She also thinks the Harry Potter books are dreadful, so gold star for Jessa.) But ultimately it doesn't matter. There's an Anchorman 2 out there somewhere, but I've managed to never see it, read reviews of it or even seriously acknowledge its existance. For me the legend of Ron Burgundy is untarnished. Have some jazz flute (with a nod to Jethro Tull for good measure):




Yeah, I just compared To Kill a Mockingbird to Anchorman.

Friday, 16 January 2015

The clever country?

I was driving in rural Victoria last weekend and saw this sign between Ararat and Maryborough:


I'm willing to bet they don't.