Mother baseball. I enjoy speculating about its bloody beginnings as a fertility rite. Funny that with all the verbiage about the s...port no one mentions the obvious structural relationship between a baseball stadium and a womb: in design, a stadium is both a circle and a "Y," two notorious female symbols. The curved and sloping shape of the stands is like a plush endometrium in which we fans cozy up to watch a lone batter square off against the universe.... I especially like to think about that when announcers describe players' bats as fast, corked, dead, quiet, live, or as loaded barrels--and pitches as high hard ones.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Well, I suppose we've got to have architects, too. But if I wanted to build a nice, cozy, unpretentious insane asylum, he'd be the... man for it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ezra Pound still lives in a village and his world is a kind of village and people keep explaining things when they live in a villa...ge.... I have come not to mind if certain people live in villages and some of my friends still appear to live in villages and a village can be cozy as well as intuitive but must one really keep perpetually explaining and elucidating?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The liberal holds that he is true to the republic when he is true to himself. (It may not be as cozy an attitude as it sounds.) He... greets with enthusiasm the fact of the journey, as a dog greets a man's invitation to take a walk. And he acts in the dog's way too, swinging wide, racing ahead, doubling back, covering many miles of territory that the man never traverses, all in the spirit of inquiry and the zest for truth. He leaves a crazy trail, but he ranges far beyond the genteel old party he walks with and he is usually in a better position to discover a skunk.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »