Tag Archives: Chesterton

In Which I write about good things and heresy

This afternoon I am in the basement puzzling over a laundry conundrum, while my sister has tea and cookies with one of her girl friends upstairs. I’ve got a comfy blanket, a buffalo rug, and baroque guitar music, and The Fellowship … Continue reading

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March wrap-up post

This is not an April Fools (or international atheists’ day) post, just to be clear. I couldn’t think of a good one in time. Reading: Textbooks and classmates’ work. I did read The Ball and the Cross (by Chesterton, of course) … Continue reading

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“The aim of good prose words is to mean what they say. . .

. . . the aim of good poetical words is to mean what they do not say.” (Chesterton) Writing: I’m bad at keeping track of how many words I’ve written, so I don’t have a number to give you. I … Continue reading

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Things every writer should read

“The blank page is God’s way of letting us know how hard it is to be God.” ~ G. K. Chesterton I found this quote today and it came at singularly good timing, as I’ve been learning from experience just … Continue reading

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“Right is right even if nobody does it. Wrong is wrong even if everybody is wrong about it.”

Previously I mentioned having trouble with a certain writing workshop I’m taking this semester. Postmodernism — the idea that everything is subjective, which differs from modernism mainly in that when modernism’s fallacies were pointed out, the Modernists were bothered by … Continue reading

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Vers Libre: poesy set free from the shackles of formal metre

How to Write Modern Poetry Your subject: death. Or at least decay. Disease, depression, and insanity are Good (if you like to call them that) ideas too. To change an old phrase, “While we live, Let us die.” The old … Continue reading

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“This,” said Basil, “is what we call the survival of the fittest.”

Three-quarters of my family is in a cleaning mood at the moment, and as it’s Christmas break, that often means attacking the piles (physical or metaphorical) of things that have been hanging around all semester waiting for me to get … Continue reading

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