Some days heaven seems undecided about whether to weep or pray. Chopin caught one of them. His Prelude in D-flat major, Op. 28 No. 15 - the so-called Raindrop Prelude - drips like eternity through a cracked roof, each note a soft reminder that beauty isn’t the absence of suffering, but its echo. The piece … Continue reading Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude: The Soul Beneath the Storm
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The Orcs of Academia: On the Fall of Myth and the Rise of the Moron
I woke this morning to read that The Lord of the Rings ‘demonises people of colour.’ For a moment I thought I’d stumbled into a parody site, or perhaps Mordor had opened a diversity department. But no - this was genuine academic commentary, the sort of thing one now finds oozing from the lecture halls … Continue reading The Orcs of Academia: On the Fall of Myth and the Rise of the Moron
The Forest That Feels: On Doré’s Inferno and the Suicide of the Soul
Gustave Doré, Inferno, Canto XIII: The Forest of Suicides, 1866.Wood engraving for Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy (public domain image). When I first looked at Doré’s Forest of Suicides, I thought of winter trees after a storm - those half-living skeletons that creak when the wind passes through, as if remembering they were once alive. … Continue reading The Forest That Feels: On Doré’s Inferno and the Suicide of the Soul
They All Love Jack: The Gospel According to the Gutters
I’ve long suspected that the Ripper mystery isn’t so much about one man’s madness as it’s about a whole empire’s mask slipping. You can smell the hypocrisy before you even open Bruce Robinson’s They All Love Jack. It’s the stench of gaslight and gin, of sanctimonious gentlemen who polished their Masonic jewels while the poor … Continue reading They All Love Jack: The Gospel According to the Gutters
The Trial of God – Faith, Silence, and the Prosecution of Heaven
The Trial of God is a courtroom drama in which the accused is the Almighty Himself, and the charge is silence. It’s not merely literature, but an act of theological rebellion, a Job rewritten for the smoke-stained century. Elie Wiesel, who survived the unspeakable and somehow found words anyway, didn’t write this work to comfort. … Continue reading The Trial of God – Faith, Silence, and the Prosecution of Heaven
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