Monday, December 10, 2012

Investing misplaced faith

Over at American Digest today I learned that "Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence." - H.L.Mencken

and, "I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things." -- William Faulkner - The Nobel Prize Banquet Speech, December 10, 1950

Yesterday was the anniversary of the death of John Lennon, and, perhaps, of the death of the sixties. Gerard Vanderleun writes

Taken large, this was the death of the music in the death of a man in whom we'd invested much of our misplaced faith. Taken larger it was the death of the 60s and all that we once "imagined" it might mean, might become. And all of it happening in a way that would be echoed in later years as the 60s died again and again - and always at the hands of those that lived it. I might have seen it then, if then I could have seen clearly, as a portent of so much that sprung from those fertile blindingly optimistic years that would go wrong and twisted in the years ahead, but "I am no prophet and here's no great matter."

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