Brilliant!

(a kwansaba)

 

As I read, and travel, and explore,

I find tidbits of thought before me.

Each piece stands alone, waiting for me.

They simply appear in any small corner.

You’ll find them too; rules are simple:

Look, not see; Listen, not hear; Feel

Not Touch; Savor, not Taste or Smell.

 

 

Here are some tidbits that for one reason or another just simply added to my understanding of the world. 

Why sure, I’d be happy to share them.

 

 

Anne Lamott You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.  (from The Sun, March 2005, 48)  Our paradigms limit our ability to see and understand others, not just in what we study, but in what we believe and how we live.

 

Pete Peterson.  I was a jazz-challenged person—until I met Pete Peterson.  He is a brilliant pianist working in Louisville KY and has several outstanding CDs.  He also plays with the Hugh Peterson Quartet.  He is never too terribly far away from Bardstown Road.  Anyway, he is the one who taught me how to “listen” to jazz.  Previously, I could only “hear” jazz music.  I did not understand what I was hearing; I found little to appreciate in it.  “Think of the piano as a drum,” he explained to me.  The instruments not only carried melody, but also function.  Jazz is assembled in pieces, and brilliant artists can substitute new pieces for old ones—changing the melody but respecting the function.  If you hear only the melody, the work makes little sense.  If you listen to melody and function, it is quite creative.  Now I “listen” to jazz, and I understand both the melody and the function of the instruments.  It was there all the time.  I get it now.  Brilliant. 

 

Boulevard.  A wonderfully refreshing journal of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry.  Edited by Richard Burgin and published locally by St. Louis University.  You will be a richer person for spending just fifteen minutes of your time reading a few selections.

 

G. K. ChestertonSuppose some mathematical creature from the moon were to reckon up the human body; he would at once see the essential thing about it was that it was duplicate.  A man is two men, he on the right resembling him on the left.  Having noted that there was an arm on the right and one on the left, a leg on the right and a leg on the left, he might go further still and find on each side the same number of fingers, the same number of toes, twin eyes, twin ears, twin nostrils, and even twin lobes of the brain.  At last, he would take it as a law; and then, where he found a heart on one side, would deduce that there was another heart on the other.  And just then, where he most felt he was right, he would be wrong.  (from The Sun, March 2005, 48)  There is always a chance that you are wrong.  Too many times we forget that.

 

The Nobel Prize—the story goes that Alfred Nobel, the inventor of dynamite, was presumed to have died.  A French newspaper carried his obituary under the headline “The Merchant of Death is Dead,” and vilified the man for building a fortune by “finding ways to kill more people faster than ever before.”  Alas, poor Nobel was very much alive and was deeply troubled that his legacy would be one of death and destruction.  Therefore, he left his estate worth the equivalent today of hundreds of millions of dollars to the establishment of prizes recognizing human achievement in various categories, including peace.  Wow.

 

A sample of my favorite Nobel Prize winners from before I was born, in no particular order:  Jane Addams (1931, Peace—whose work in the slums of Chicago showed great respect for humanity), Theodore Roosevelt (1906, Peace—not really a peaceful guy, but a man who emulated what leadership is all about), Ernest Hemingway (1954, Literature—his biography is more exciting to me than anything he wrote), John Steinbeck (1961, Literature—his work is illustrated richly with the struggles of humanity), Martin Luther King (1964, Peace—genuine peace—‘nuf said), Woodrow Wilson (1919, Peace—classic example of moral idealism), Albert Einstein (1921, Physics—probably one of the most brilliant human beings ever), Pearl Buck (1938, Literature—I haven’t read much of her work, but her work shows how family and family struggles span time and culture), T. S. Eliot (1948, Literature—The Dry Salvages comes to mind, where the river is called “a strong brown god”), Albert Schweitzer (1952, Peace—great humanitarian).  Now, if you don’t know why these people were given one of humanity’s highest honors, then you have a little homework to do.  Then figure out which one of these Nobel Laureates is from St. Louis.

 

A sample of my favorite brilliant people who DIDN’T win “the prize”—My two favorite poets—Carl Sandburg and Robert Frost.  Sandburg was the urban poet, and Frost was the rural poet.  They were contemporaries.  Sandburg’s description of Chicago (hog butcher for the world) captures the grit of urban life, while Frost’s descriptions of the New England countryside (two roads diverged in a yellow wood) captured not only the rugged beauty, but the way it affected those who lived there (I took the one less traveled by/And it has made all the difference).  Upton Sinclair—Progressive author who exposed the filthy practices of the meatpacking industry (read The Jungle sometime, but not right after lunch).  Became a Socialist politician later in his life, but never lost his sense of humanity.  Frank Lloyd Wright—brilliant architect (creepy at a level, but brilliant) who not only designed homes for his clients, but all the furnishings in the home; in short, he designed a lifestyle rather than just a building (form and function are one).  Others on my list:  Langston Hughes, Thomas Hart Benton (the artist, not the politician), Augustus St. Gaudens, Rosa Parks, and many others.  More to come….

 

 

A HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT FOR THE INQUISITIVE AND INSIGHTFUL…   

Yes, you’ve lived here all your life—but have you been paying attention?!?

Ten Experiences to Appreciate the Brilliance around You!

 

1.  quotes from Albert Einstein (if E=MC2 is the only quote

 you know from him, then you’re missing out big time!)

 

2.  the poetry of Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)—“if you  compare yourself

to others, you may become vain or bitter…”

 

3. go to the Missouri Historical Society Library at 225 S. Skinker Boulevard

by Forest Park, and stand in the room where Martin Luther King spoke. 

 

4.  Have you actually read the words of Martin Luther King Jr.?  If not,

you're missing out on something important.

 

                                                                                                                  5. You must spend at least three hours at the City Museum.

Do not leave until something makes you say “Oh My Gosh!” 

 

6. Figure out who William Marion Reedy was.

 

7. Try real soul food (alternate assignment:  visit the Schnucks store in East St. Louis,

and stroll through the meat department and find five things you’ve never tried before—

bonus points if you actually take it home and cook it)

 

8.  Figure out who Emil Frei was, and then find a place where you can see his work.

 

9.  Find the monument to the Great Mound (as in Indian Mound, and, no, it is not part of Cahokia Mounds)

Face 1654 North Broadway in St. Louis.

Then turn around.  See if you can figure it out.

Cheaters can use Google “street view” to do this.  Scholars hop in their cars.

 

10.  Why is 4600 Labadie Avenue in St. Louis an important address?