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A Rhetorical Question About Robert Frost

April 17, 2011

 

I ASK you to consider, dear reader, this simple poem by Robert Frost. It is neither hard to grasp or difficult to follow:

Into My Own   
 
ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, 
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, 
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, 
But stretched away unto the edge of doom. 
 
I should not be withheld but that some day       
Into their vastness I should steal away, 
Fearless of ever finding open land, 
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. 
 
I do not see why I should e’er turn back, 
Or those should not set forth upon my track         
To overtake me, who should miss me here 
And long to know if still I held them dear. 
 
They would not find me changed from him they knew— 
Only more sure of all I thought was true.  

Now I ask you this. Do you know any black person in America who is a devoted fan of Robert Frost or who might recite this poem from memory or even enthusiastically refer to it? Please bear in mind when you answer this that Frost is not a difficult poet. He is no Milton or Spencer.

Here’s another question. Do you know any white person in America who thinks the black author Toni Morrison is one of the greatest authors who ever lived or that Maya Angelou is Frost’s equal? If the answer to this question is yes, and the answer to the first question above is no, why is this so? Let me suggest, blacks are honest about what they like and dislike. They display this honesty all the time. They simply don’t pretend they like what they don’t like and this gives them the freedom of living within their own skins, so to speak. They have no great affection for Robert Frost, and that’s that.

Whites, on the other hand, are utterly deceitful, living in a cloud of self-imposed lies.

Near where I live one of the greatest art collections in America, indeed in the world, is housed in a museum. One Sunday of the month, the museum opens to the public free of charge. Though the city is a majority black population, very few blacks show up at the museum even when it is free. That’s because blacks don’t pretend they like what they don’t like.

If, however, the museum was filled with primitive African art, or perhaps urban graffiti presented as art, whites would pay $20 each to cram its hallways.

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A Reader Expresses Gratitude

April 17, 2011

 

A READER writes:

I just gave a small donation to your website, and I wanted to send an accompanying note of personal gratitude. I started to read your blog about 8 months ago, and it has transformed my thoughts and interactions with the world. I have always been traditional in some sense, but as Flannery O’Connor said, “If you live today, you breath in nihilism.” That darkness of this age was slowly creeping over me until I found your site. The ideas and writings there have provided a catalyst for me to defend tradition and to take pride in it. Your efforts have helped me develop a much deeper and fuller understanding. Thank you. Read More »

 

On the Stages of Exhaustian

April 17, 2011

 

HERE is an interesting reflection by Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira on the three falls of Christ. I am posting the piece in its entirety below:

One might ask why Our Lord fell three times along the Way of the Cross, and not two or four? I believe there is a reason for the three falls, since everything in Our Lord’s life and Passion had a profound significance. Read More »

 

A Husband Collapses

April 17, 2011

 

A READER writes:

My husband fainted in church today. We were going through the Passion when he suddenly fell over into the pew in front of us, face first. I thought he lost his balance then I realized he was unconscious. His eyes rolled back. I thought he had a heart attack at first. He came to and the couple in front of us helped him out of church and told me to get him to the hospital. Read More »