The soul. The soul. The soul. Why does nobody today speak of the soul/our inner, deepest self, the moral ethical self? There's just so much talk of the self now- me, me, me.
I love this! Thanks again for bringing this to the table.
Thank you for this. I hadn’t read a Faulkner novel in decades but recently picked up “Absalom, Absalom” which I am reading for the first time. It is surpassing all his other work for me. What a thrill to be reintroduced to his singular voice, storytelling, and piercing look into the human mind and soul.
This, today cements my regard for his intuitive and cunning yet hopeful view of art and humanity.
This is a fantastic piece! I think it is so key to reading Faulkner's novels. They're so dark and tragic, but its important to realize that he cares deeply about depicting something about the soul through that tragedy.
I love the quote Eugene Peterson attributed* to writer William Faulkner in relation to the Psalms of Ascents, that they "are not monuments but footprints. A monument only says, "At least I got this far", while a footprint says, "That is where I was when I moved again." "
This seems to me, at least, in concert with Faulkner's unwillingness to blandly surrender to a humanity without hope. Bob Dylan sang, "It's not dark yet, but it's getting there."** That was 1997 when Dylan elsewhere said
“I try to live within that line between despondency and hope.”***
Faulkner was saying the same and both artist's are speaking this to us today.
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*Liner notes of an album of classical music based on the Hebrew Psalms written by Faulkner
** From the 1997 album Time Out of Mind
*** From an 2013 article online at bob-dylanDOTorgDOT titled "Not Dark Yet: Bob Dylan as 20th century Keats, and the memories that still linger"
I think … once we lose our why, we lose our ability to feel... and once feeling is lost, the poet and writer loses himself... and at times... it takes a very long time before he can sound like himself, or an evolved version of himself because he will be so far-gone.
Oh 73 years ago.i apologize and was rushing through e mails.I was so moved and thought for a minute Dian Parker wrote it.Im burnt out on writing and tired..
The soul. The soul. The soul. Why does nobody today speak of the soul/our inner, deepest self, the moral ethical self? There's just so much talk of the self now- me, me, me.
I love this! Thanks again for bringing this to the table.
Thank you for this. I hadn’t read a Faulkner novel in decades but recently picked up “Absalom, Absalom” which I am reading for the first time. It is surpassing all his other work for me. What a thrill to be reintroduced to his singular voice, storytelling, and piercing look into the human mind and soul.
This, today cements my regard for his intuitive and cunning yet hopeful view of art and humanity.
This is a fantastic piece! I think it is so key to reading Faulkner's novels. They're so dark and tragic, but its important to realize that he cares deeply about depicting something about the soul through that tragedy.
I love the quote Eugene Peterson attributed* to writer William Faulkner in relation to the Psalms of Ascents, that they "are not monuments but footprints. A monument only says, "At least I got this far", while a footprint says, "That is where I was when I moved again." "
This seems to me, at least, in concert with Faulkner's unwillingness to blandly surrender to a humanity without hope. Bob Dylan sang, "It's not dark yet, but it's getting there."** That was 1997 when Dylan elsewhere said
“I try to live within that line between despondency and hope.”***
Faulkner was saying the same and both artist's are speaking this to us today.
/ / /
*Liner notes of an album of classical music based on the Hebrew Psalms written by Faulkner
** From the 1997 album Time Out of Mind
*** From an 2013 article online at bob-dylanDOTorgDOT titled "Not Dark Yet: Bob Dylan as 20th century Keats, and the memories that still linger"
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Even truer today, 73 years later...The Sound, The Fury...yet clearly Faulkner believed it signified something other than nothing?
O the chaos of courage and its conveyance's ingredients! In William's case it included acuity, amusement, splendor and lots and lots of bourbon.
I think … once we lose our why, we lose our ability to feel... and once feeling is lost, the poet and writer loses himself... and at times... it takes a very long time before he can sound like himself, or an evolved version of himself because he will be so far-gone.
Oh 73 years ago.i apologize and was rushing through e mails.I was so moved and thought for a minute Dian Parker wrote it.Im burnt out on writing and tired..