by G.K. Chesterton
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.
Br. Benedict Joseph of the Cross
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.
For decades now, mainstream educators have been encouraging their pupils to use their imaginations - even as the literary fare they've been offering has increasingly had the opposite effect. Russell Kirk brings his characteristic perspicacity to bear on the question of literature and the "moral imagination" in a classic essay that has only grown more relevant since it first appeared in 1981.
Billboards confirm the truism that the human body sells - everything from stripteases to "Body Worlds". The body also seems to be behind a faddish fascination with first-millennium sects. But what does ancient Gnosticism have in common with gentlemen's clubs? More, it turns out, than one might at first suspect.
Violet has many ‘husbands’, none of whom she has given herself to: “I married none of them”, she says, “they married me.” It is the end of an age and the beginning of the end of an aesthetic sensibility that she and her live-in brood of bachelors furiously try to preserve. But what will come of love that always seeks the ideal, that tries never to be consummated in a particular time or place?
The Clarion Review is proud to present the third and final installment of this novella by writer and philosopher Roger Scruton.
Zoë's dreams of meeting her destiny on the streets of London are running aground fast. To whom will she turn? To Dr Leacock, the predatory postmodern professor who's always too ready to help? To Michael, the mysterious art student, who surely pours his angst into something
worth living for? Back to her mother, whom she disgraced by her flight, and whom she still resents? Zoë takes her stand; will the world turn with her?
Carrie Frederick Frost
Family is on everyone's mind during Christmastide, whether it be the Holy Family of the Christmas story or our own families. But rarely is this topic approached theologically or as a virtue. Read Carrie Frederick Frost's reflection on the under-appreciated virtue of familial responsibility and its great exemplar in the novel Kristin Lavransdatter.
When we last saw Zoë, she had run away from home one morning, leaving her mother in tears. Now that her long-planned tirade against the family's Cypriot traditionalism is behind her, however, Zoë seems to have no clear idea of what she will do or where she will go when she leaves work later the same day. Or, rather, she has too many ideas...
The first installment of the novella A Dove Descending
about a Greek girl who falls from too great a height. She lives in London with her pious mother, her recently-deceased father's continuing presence, and the lure of the modern life that books and a progressive professor have offered her. Now she must choose between the ancient culture she was born into and the freedoms offered by England.
A review of Alain de Botton's Religion for Atheists
Not long ago Starbucks sandwich boards advised us to “Take comfort in ritual”—in this case the diurnal rites of lattés and Frappucinos. It’s clear enough that the Giant of Joe benefits from regular patronage, but less clear is why recommending ritual might not be off-putting to a clientele whose apple of wisdom is to “think different.” Ritual is religious (or is thought to be) and is therefore considered wholly personal. Most Westerners tend to regard its presence in public space with suspicion.
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