Up@dawn 2.0

Thursday, March 3, 2022

A tale of two Garys (and Philip Kitcher, and Emily Dickinson)

 Today's poem, from Emily, is pretty direct. It opens with an apparent declaration that turns out to be misdirection. Going to Heaven! But then, in the last stanza, I'm glad I don't believe it...

For it would stop my breath,
And I’d like to look a little more
At such a curious earth!
I am glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the mighty autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground.

She's earthbound and proud of it. So are the loved ones who've gone on before her earthbound, literally. Tucked under. Sown in leaves of grass, as the other great gray poet of demos put it.

 But she's also glad, for the sake of their temporal happiness, that they did believe they'd be going up and out on wings of angels... (continues

==
In Memoriam: Gary Gutting. Professor Gutting died on Friday at the age of 76. He was a beloved philosopher and educator — an emeritus professor at Notre Dame, an editor, along with his wife, Anastasia Friel Gutting, known as Stacie, of Notre Dame Philosophical Reviews; the author of several books, and of some 70 op-eds, essays and interviews published here at The Stone. He developed his work for The Times into two well-received books, “What Philosophy Can Do” and “Talking God,” a series of interviews with philosophers on religious belief. He is the most prominently featured author in our print collection “The Stone Reader.” (NYT, 1.21.19 continues)

No comments:

Post a Comment