The Ukrainians' ongoing struggle to save their troubled, post-Soviet civil society and to defend their sovereign land against Russian aggression has deep roots: although possessed of a national identity for centuries, they have enjoyed only few and fleeting periods of independence. In this brief but poignant poem, one of their greatest bards gives voice to his grief at yet another outbreak of violence in his beloved homeland.
In the 1790s, the once-great Polish Commonwealth had been carved up by the neighboring empires of Prussia, Austria, and Russia. But, in spite of the long century of repression that followed – a time when Siberia was known as the "Polish Golgotha" – the Poles' chivalric spirit and love of their homeland survived. In the 1920s, shortly after the victory of the newly independent Republic of Poland over Lenin's expansionist Soviet Union, G.K. Chesterton himself travelled to the country. And, filled as ever with the joy of discovering truths at the bottom of apparent paradoxes, he found poetry in their cavalry.
The Clarion's œnologist – nay, œnologian-in-residence returns to the southwest of l'héxagone for this latest edition of Clarion Vines.
Inevitably, says farmer-poet Wendell Berry, we come to inhabit two worlds: the one that actually is, and the one we imagine. Navigating between them isn't easy – not least because, in nearly every one of us today, "two minds" are at war with each other over the privilege of steering our course.
Today's West is concerned with 'sustainability' almost to the point of obsession: of resources, of companies, of cars, of vacations. But Europe, argues one of its leading thinkers, finds itself in the middle of a centuries-old experiment that puts the sustainability of not only its own existence but that of all mankind on the line. How did we get here? And do we have the metaphysical goods to get ourselves out?
Plato’s thoughts on love in the Symposium are shared over wine; Jesus offers eternal life together with the Source of All in the drink. In this new column, Executive Editor Jonathan D. Price will review wines for the prospective drinker: What should I pay? How long should I wait? Is there any accounting for taste? As he does so, he will also encourage the reader to develop a phronema for the proper enjoyment of wine: not as a mere sensory thrill, but as a gateway to contemplation of the sublime.
The first wine to be subjected to the exacting palate of Executive Editor J.D. Price is a 2010 Château Talbot. Here you'll find insights (and in-scents) into the character of this admirable Bordeaux, which emerged for a 35-hour tryst in a chilly autumn in Warsaw after four years of patient anticipation, as well as tips on when best to enjoy.
In More Tramps Abroad, Mark Twain wrote, “Every man is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.” For some, when an average weekend’s relative liberties do not suffice, Halloween is the perfect time to let the mask fall precisely by donning one. But in this poem All Hallows’ Eve is the occasion for a rather different kind of transfiguration.
Too often, childhood hopes give way to adult complacency; but, just as often, "men and women are haunted by such nagging questions as 'What is this all about?' or 'Is life worth living?'" In this Epilogue to his remarkable third-person autobiography, Russell Kirk looks back on a long life of literary conflict and reflects on just what it might all be about.