Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts

Monday, March 18, 2019

Poetry at Work, Chapter 10: The Poetry of Beauty in the Workplace


The worst view I ever had from my assigned office at work was of the building’s designated smoking area. I had the most coveted type of office – a closed-door office, with a window. Except the window faced the smoking area outside the building, with its awning-like protection and clouds of smoke.

The best view I ever had from my assigned office at work was that same office – after smoking was banned entirely from the campus. No more plastic awning. No more clouds of smoke. Just an uninterrupted view of nearby woods.

If someone asked you to describe beauty at your workplace, you would likely think of architectural structures, window views, fountains, waterways, or woods. You might think of people, but today’s cultural and work environments require that great care be taken when talking about people. 

To continue reading, please see my post today at Literary Life.

Monday, March 20, 2017

"Out of the Ashes" by Anthony Esolen


Whatever else it did, the election of 2016 reignited the culture wars in the United States. That likely means they had never really gone away in the first place, and were simmering below the surface, ready to erupt when a catalyst came along.

Where you find your own place in these wars will likely determine your response to Out of the Ashes: Rebuilding American Culture by Anthony Esolen. A professor of English at Providence College in Rhode Island, Esolen takes a rather dark view of contemporary American culture. And he defines culture broadly – politics, the arts, relationships, education, faith and religion, and even our definitions of beauty and truth.

It’s difficult to argue with him.

The book was written before the election, but it’s as if Esolen anticipated “fake news” and “alternative facts,” otherwise known as lying (or “misspeaking,” the clumsy word invented to cover making false statements). That’s his first critique of American culture – we lie about everything, and we believe what fits our own pre-existing or preconceived beliefs.

Esolen goes on. We’ve lost any concept of the idea of beauty. Public education, and higher education, are disasters. Our ideas of manhood and womanhood have been turned on their heads, if not obliterated. Our understanding of both work and play are seriously lacking, and those lacks have consequences. And out ideas of community participation and involvement are talking to our friends (people of like mind) on Facebook.

“So we need to clear out the garbage, admit our errors, and rebuild,” he writes. “When your only choices are repentance or oblivion, you repent.” Of course, we have entire industries that depend upon those errors continuing, regardless of the cliff they may be taking us toward.

This is an easy book to read and a difficult book to digest and accept. He speaks hard words, words that will produce outrage, especially among those who might classify themselves as progressive left.

On schools: “…the schools we have built are monstrosities that reflect the government we have built, a government that has taken in an all-eating life of its own.”

On the current crop of students disrupting universities: “It is also something of a mistake to point at the students and laugh at them for being weaklings. The students hold the hammer and they know it. …In our world of inversions, power is granted to people who claim that they have no power and who resent the greatness of their own forebears. They do not seek ‘safety.’ They seek to destroy. The strong man is bound and gagged, and the pistol is pointed at his head – the seat of reason itself.”

In fact, Esolen argues that high education no longer occurs at most of our colleges and universities. It’s difficult to defend higher education when you take a look at what’s being taught in English and the so-called social sciences.

His solutions are radical. Some aspects of the culture will simply need to be allowed to collapse, while alternatives are developed and nurtured. Some of what he proposes may be politically difficult if not impossible.

Anthony Esolen
Esolen is the author of The Politically Incorrect Guide to Western Civilization (2008) and numerous other books, including Ironies of Faith: The Laughter at the Heart of Christian Literature (2007); The Beauty of the Word (2012); Ten Ways to Destroy the Imagination of Your Child (2013); Reclaiming Catholic Social Teaching (2014); Defending Marriage: Twelve Arguments for Sanity (2014); and Real Music: A Guide to the Timeless Hymns of the Church (2016). He has also translated Dante’s The Divine Comedy and On the Nature of Things by Lucretius.

In 2016, Esolen spoke out against what he called Providence College’s “totalitarian diversity cult” in Crisis Magazine and sparked protests and demands for his punishment. The president of the college, a Catholic priest, affirmed his right to academic freedom but publicly criticized his stand on the college’s diversity efforts.

In Out of the Ashes, Esolen looks at culture holistically. It’s not simply a case of one aspect or one area being sick, but all of them. And each affects the others.

The book deserves serious consideration. It is a serious book making its case for fundamental, radical, disruptive change.


Photograph by Brigitte Tohm via Upsplash. Used with permission.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Born to create


You read a book like Matt Appling’s Life After Art, and you remember things long buried and forgotten in memory.

What I remembered was that I wrote poetry in high school.

It wasn’t love poetry. If I remember correctly, it had more of an apocalyptic, alienated bent to it. And I actually held on to the poems for years, stuck in a box or old filing cabinet in the basement. I went looking for it recently, but it wasn’t where I thought it would be.

What I can’t recall is what prompted me to write poetry in the first place. I would have been 16 or 17. This was at least a few years before I knew that writing forever would be a part of my life.

Forty years would pass before I started writing poetry again. And I can’t really explain why I did this time, either.

But I think it has something to do with the idea of beauty.

I was trained as a journalist, and have spent most of my career in public relations.

You have to look hard to find beauty in journalism or public relations. It’s there, of course, as it is in all of life, but journalism is a lot about ugliness, and public relations is, too, for that matter.

“The world is full of ugliness,” Appling writes. “It is desperately searching for beauty. And even the beauty the world thinks it finds is usually ugliness in disguise.”

I was in a boringly routine meeting at work when I first began to hear the beauty of work, a kind of poetry pouring forth from the repetition of the same thoughts, ideas, words, and sentences. At first I thought I was hearing things, but as I continued to listen, I discovered there was beauty in some the most mundane aspects of my workplace (a meeting, no less!).

The novelist Athol Dickson has written a lot about beauty, and it what he strives for in his stories. “Maybe we’re embarrassed by the idea of discussing beauty in our work,” he says. “Maybe we feel it is immodest to admit pursuit of such a goal. Or maybe we’re intimidated by the subject. Maybe we fear open talk of beauty makes us more accountable for its absence from our words.” (The whole article is here.)

It’s one thing to say something is beautifully written. It’s quite another to say the writing is beauty, that beauty is what we strive for because it is beauty that so distinguishes the work of God from the work of humanity.

Beauty points to God. We are creators, and the beauty we create points to God.


At The High Calling, we’ve been discussing Life After Art this month. Today concludes the discussion. To see what others are saying, please The High Calling.


Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

The Theology of Puddles


It’s just a patch of dirty water,
nondescript, huddled by the curb,
silently waiting for evaporation
as it reflects upon its short life,
when it is suddenly catapulted
into eternity by the sandaled feet
of a three-year-old boy.

Over at dVerse Poets, the poetry prompt is the beauty of everyday things. I don’t think I could find something more prosaic than a mud puddle. To see more poems responding to the prompt, please visit dVerse Poets.


Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Poetry at Work: Beauty in the Workplace



If you were asked to identify or name three examples of beauty in your workplace, what would you say?

This would be my response:

I have an almost beautiful view from my office window. I used to look out over the smoking area. Then the campus went smoke free. Now I can see a large tree, a garden and a wooded area especially colorful ion the fall.

There is also a spectacularly beautiful mural in our cafeteria; huge photographic images of flowers and seashells dominate an entire wall. The wall opposite the mural is glass, lokking out to woods.

And in our conference center, a room called the parlor occupies the center of the building. It has beautiful paneling and lovely furniture (including antiques). Over the marble fireplace sits a painting on loan from the art museum. It is a quiet room, filled with beautiful things. And it’s only meant for sitting; no meetings can be scheduled there.

To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry

Photography by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.