The following quote is now my standard answer to the Chesterton critics that have never actually read Chesterton, (it's called the The Dunning Kruger Effect )
"...the dumber you are, the more confident you are that you’re not actually dumb. And when you get invested in being aggressively dumb…well, the last thing you want to encounter are experts who disagree with you, and so you dismiss them in order to maintain your unreasonably high opinion of yourself. "
The above came from The Death of Expertise and is worth a read it can be found here.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
To mark the 50th anniversary of his death, C. S. Lewis has been honored with a memorial stone in the Poet's Corner at Westminster Abbey.
To be honest, I've never thought of Lewis as a poet. I love him for his theological works and his fiction. (Sort of like my thoughts about Chesterton.) I don't think I even own a collection of Lewis's poetry. (I own several volumes of Chesterton's - and have enjoyed them.)
I do remember one self-deprecating poem of Lewis's:
I am so coarse, the things the poets see
Are obstinately invisible to me.
For twenty years I’ve stared my level best
To see if evening–any evening–would suggest
A patient etherized upon a table;
In vain. I simply wasn’t able.
To me each evening looked far more
Like the departure from a silent, yet a crowded, shore
Of a ship whose freight was everything, leaving behind
Gracefully, finally, without farewells, marooned mankind.
Red dawn behind a hedgerow in the east
Never, for me, resembled in the least
A chilblain on a cocktail-shaker’s nose;
Waterfalls don’t remind me of torn underclothes,
Nor glaciers of tin-cans. I’ve never known
The moon look like a hump-backed crone–
Rather, a prodigy, even now
Not naturalized, a riddle glaring from the Cyclops’ brow
Of the cold world, reminding me on what a place
I crawl and cling, a planet with no bulwarks, out in space.
Never the white sun of the wintriest day
Struck me as un crachat d’estaminet.
I’m like that odd man Wordsworth knew, to whom
A primrose was a yellow primrose, one whose doom
Keeps him forever in the list of dunces,
Compelled to live on stock responses,
Making the poor best that I can
Of dull things . . . peacocks, honey, the Great Wall, Aldebaran,
Silver weirs, new-cut grass, wave on the beach, hard gem,
The shapes of horse and woman, Athens, Troy, Jerusalem.
I need to dig out more of his poems.
Today is also the anniversary of the death of John Kennedy, whose tragic death overshadowed that of Lewis.
While both men had an impact on the world, I think Lewis's influence will ultimately be greater.
Kennedy's legacy is based on his incomplete term as President. The record was mixed - but his assassination and the emotional impact of his death overwhelmed objectivity in assessing that record. He's a martyr, a romantic tragic figure. I suspect that when the dust of history settles he will be judged somewhere in the second tier of presidents (in the 14/15 range). One has to wonder what he would have achieved had he finished out his term - and, as I suspect he would have - served out a second term.
But Lewis has only grown in stature since his death. His Mere Christianity is ranked as one of the spiritual classics of the 20th Century. His Chronicles of Narnia books and The Screwtape Letters also rank high. They - and a number of his other books - continue to sell briskly and to influence people. Many people have discovered or rediscovered faith through his works, and, through the case of Narnia, the movies made from them.
I suspect years from now people will still be reading and cherishing Lewis's writings.
Long after Kennedy's achievements are relegated to the history books.
But I'm still not certain how Lewis's poetry will be remembered.
Thursday, November 07, 2013
Ah, the great one keeps showing up in different places.
Up here in Western New York a local car company quotes Chesterton in an ad:
The ad begins with Chesterton saying "The greatest for of giving is Thanks-Giving."
The company says it will donate to a local charity during November, so maybe Chesterton would object to his name being linked to commercial venture.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Dale Ahlquist hawking some shirts to raise money for the ACS.
Lou Horvath offering greetings, but no explanations ...
Deacon Nathan Allen making a point, not picking nits.
Despite Dale's jokes at his expense, Joseph Pearce still likes him. We think. Tom Martin seems to be trying to stay out of the fray.
A good time was had by all.
So, which character in the The Hobbit would you be?
Thursday, September 12, 2013
The Chestertonians are coming! The Chestertonians are coming!
The annual Rochester Chesterton Conference is scheduled for September from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. at St John Fisher College .
The theme this year is:
Points of Light: Literary Voices Against the Darkness
The speakers and their topics are Joseph Pearce (JRR Tolkien), Rev. Nathan Allen (Benson and Knox), Dale Ahlquist (Dickens), and Dr. Tom Martin (Solzhenitsyn).
Cost is $10, Lunch will be available for an added cost.
Always a great event. If you are within a few hours' drive, wander on over.