Lewis knew a great many things, could read signs like an Indian but unlike an Indian he did not know what he could not do. He thought he was a good poet but he was not. He thought books could tell him how to live but they couldn’t. He was a serious but dazed reader.…
What to make, reader, of a rich middle-aged American sitting in a German car, holding a German pistol with which he will in all probability blow out his brains, smiling to himself and looking around old Carolina for the Jews whom he imagined had all disappeared? ***** “Marion thought the Jews, the strange history of…
Like many rich women, she loved a bargain. ***** Right: you said I will not put up with a life which is not life or death. I don’t have to and I won’t. ***** Is there another way? People either believe everything or they believe nothing. People like the Christians or Californians believe anything, everything.…
The only time I knew what to do was when something bad happened to somebody. Disaster gave me leave to act. Between times I didn’t know what to do. Now I know. ***** How did it happen that now for the first time in his life he could see everything so clearly? Something had given…
No, for that very reason he’d have done it—for the reason that he was, she saw at once, out of it, out of his life, he’d have been glad to do anything at all except whatever it was he was doing or not doing. So that she had only to say to him in the…
Coming soon in Zygon: Journal of Religion and Science. Stay tuned. 1. PHILOSOPHER OF PRECISION AND SOUL: INTRODUCING WALKER PERCY by Leslie Marsh This article introduces the work of philosopher-novelist Walker Percy to the Zygon readership. After some biographical and contextual preliminaries I suggest that the conceptual collecting feature to Percy’s work is his critique…
David’s lyrics describe a Walker Percy-ish post-apocalyptic landscape where a revolutionary hides out in a deserted cemetery, surviving on peanut butter. Quote from Wikipedia. Read Percy’s Love in the Ruins which is an incredibly prescient novel anticipating the shitstorm we are currently living through now. DAVID BYRNElove in the ruinsTalking HeadsWalker Percy
The only mystery is that nothing changes. Nothing really happens. Marriages, births, deaths, terrible wars had occurred but had changed nothing. War is not a change but a poor attempt to make a change. War and peace are not events. ***** And, strange to say, at the very moment of his remembering the distant past,…
What was my (your, our) discovery? That I could act. I was free to act. Is this something everyone knows or thinks he knows or, if he knows, knows in the wrong way? With gold-tinted corneas everything looks like gold but it’s fool’s gold. Here was the kind of gold-tinted corneas I had: Dr. Duk…
May 28th marks the centenary of Walker Percy’s birth. Here is the first public announcement of this work-in-progress for Louisiana State University Press to commemorate Percy’s birth. existentialismphilosophical literaturePhilosophyWalker Percy
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