Monthly Archives: June 2013

Quote for the Week


A great swindle of our time is the assumption that science has made religion obsolete. All science has damaged is the story of Adam and Eve and the story of Jonah and the Whale. Everything else holds up pretty well, particularly lessons about fairness and gentleness. People who find those lessons irrelevant in the twentieth century are simply using science as an excuse for greed and harshness. Science has nothing to do with it, friends.

–Kurt Vonnegut, Bennington College address (1970), courtesy of Wikiquote

More Stravinsky

Some Stravinsky for Sunday Night

I’ve been slacking, and left out the music I usually post on Fridays, and the Sunday Quote of the Week.  I’m posting two pieces of music to make up for Friday, and the quote while it’s still Sunday.  Enjoy the music,

Rubá’í of the Day


Take care you never hold a drinking-bout
With an ill-tempered, ill-conditioned lout;
He’ll make a vile disturbance all night long,
And vile apologies next day, no doubt.

Rubá’í of the Day


The world is baffled in its search for Thee,
Wealth can not find Thee, no, nor poverty;
Thou’rt very near us, but our ears are deaf,
Our eyes are blinded that we may not see!

Rubá’í of the Day


Youth is the time to pay court to the vine,
To quaff the cup, with revelers to recline;
A flood of water once laid waste the earth,
Hence learn to lay you waste with floods of wine.

Rubá’í of the Day


Vexed by this wheel of things, that pets the base,
My sorrow-laden life drags on apace;
Like rosebud, from the storm I wrap me close,
And blood-spots on my heart, like tulip, trace.

Rubá’í of the Day


Heed not the Sunna, nor the law divine;
If to the poor his portion you assign,
And never injure one, nor yet abuse,
I guarantee you heaven, and now some wine!

Rubá’í of the Day

Mead Cave

O soul! lay up all earthly goods in store,
Thy mead with pleasure’s flowerets spangled o’er;
And know ’tis all as dew, that decks the flowers
For one short night, and then is seen no more!

Rubá’í of the Day


The tenants of the tombs to dust decay,
Nescient of self, and all beside are they;
Their sundered atoms float about the world,
Like mirage clouds, until the judgment-day.