Lapham’s Quarterly – Water

It has taken forever and a day to get through this issue of Lapham’s Quarterly.  This is not because it was a bad issue but rather these factors:

  1. Work
  2. Kids
  3. Karate
  4. Nintendo

Reading has just taken a back seat as all the great times for reading are usually taken by requests to play for the kids.  I will surely miss their younger selves when they’re older but I will appreciate the time to actually read.

God is temperate.  He is the lawyer of the humble.  The poor are creatures of God.  And money is a metal created and valued by man.Carolina Maria de Jesus

Lapham’s Quarterly – Fear

I don’t believe ‘enjoyed’ is the right adjective to describe how I felt reading Lapham’s Quarterly – Fear.  What is the right word if you continually want to do something yet it causes anxiety and fear while you do it?

It is not that reading this edition made me afraid; it is that it called attention to the abundant anxiety in my own life which was exacerbated in reading about the anxiety and fear of others in this edition.

Lapham’s Quarterly – Discovery

 

Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world. – Arthur Shopenhauer, 1851

The world is a country which nobody ever yet knew by description; one must travel through it oneself to be acquainted with it.  – Philip Dormer Stanhope, 1747


I began to see that among the many universes in which the world of living creatures existed, some where large, some small, but that all, including man’s, were in some way limited or finite.  We were creatures of many different dimensions passing through each other’s lives like ghosts through doors.

Lapham’s Quarterly – Book of Nature Quotes

I finally finished Lapham’s Quarterly’s Book of Nature yesterday.  Work wasn’t too busy, the family was away and I got some serious reading done.  Here are my favorites from this edition:

“Here is our long-forgotten family home.
And, having heard now and then the voice of ancestors calling,
Like a grey little forest bird, from far-away centuries,
I fly to you, Belovezhskaya Puschca.”
– Russian ballad by Aleksandra Pakhmutova, 1975