The snow has cleared up in the yard, except for a dot of white here or there. The trees are bare, but they don’t look as brittle; the sunlight doesn’t seem to fade even as the sun goes down, each ray feels a bit more intense. It’s like late Autumn, just a bit milder. Seasons …
-
About Ashok
I am a graduate student in political science at the University of Dallas who thinks the media is dumb for the most part, yet am immersed myself. I am looking to break my addiction, and this blog is part of the solution: Why not try to see what the past can tell us about the present, as opposed to seeing what the present has to say about the present only?
Currently residing in Cherry Hill, NJ. Facebook. Contact me.
-
OK, I’m sold. What should I read here?
- Analysis of The Gettysburg Address: Is Democracy Feasible?
- Analysis of Lincoln's "Second Inaugural:" Where do American virtues lie?
- Commentary on the Book of Jonah
- On "Batman Begins"
- From Love to God: On Hopkins' "As Kingfishers Catch Fire"
- On Emily Dickinson's "These are the days when birds come back..."
- The Coming Age: Macbeth and the Birth of the Modern World
- On Polemarchus: Commentary on the Republic of Plato, 331d-336a
- A Reading of Plato's "Crito"
- Towards a Nietzschean Understanding of Politics: Notes on "The Case of Wagner"
-
Archives
-
Meta
Dirty thoughts: On Dickinson’s “A Moth the hue of this” (841)
“A Moth the hue of this…” (841) Emily Dickinson A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale. Nature is fond, I sometimes think, Of Trinkets, as a Girl. Comment: At least two other poems by Dickinson featuring the word “Brazil” are about female sexuality: I’m …