Zoom Chat at Sugarland 95 conference Sept 10, 2021

Me to Everyone (11:58 AM)


Chris McDonough

University of the South

Sewanee, TN


Stephen Garrett


Mine 21


Steven Hoelscher to Everyone (11:58 AM)

Wow! Amazing!

Shun Foreman to Everyone (11:59 AM)

It started with an exceptional statement.

Michael Hardy to Everyone (11:59 AM)

Powerful documentary!

reign clark to Everyone (11:59 AM)

Very powerful and unfortunately extremely familiar to our research in Texas.

Chassidy Olainu-Alade to Everyone (11:59 AM)

Very powerful

Hanna Kim to Everyone (12:00 PM)

Thank you for that film. I got chills all the way through!

Marilyn Moore to Everyone (12:01 PM)

Indescribable! A picture speaks a thousand words!

Shun Foreman to Everyone (12:01 PM)

So much power. Compact, but so thoughtful in humanizing everyone.

Lora Wildenthal to Everyone (12:01 PM)

I was curious about the interviewee’s father.

Hanna Kim to Everyone (12:02 PM)

Can’t wait to watch the full feature!

Emily Lampert to Everyone (12:02 PM)

The film was fantastic, extremely captivating – particularly the shot of the police car and the Confederate flag, followed by the analysis of the power dynamic in the stockade photo.

reign clark to Everyone (12:04 PM)

I thought the score was very effective.

Alex Lichtenstein, Indiana Univ. to Everyone (12:08 PM)

I do wonder if we can know, for sure, that the prisoner at the stockade was about to be punished. Could he have been a trusty, for instance?

Chassidy Olainu-Alade to Everyone (12:15 PM)

Have you considered augmented reality?

Virginia Thomas to Everyone (12:17 PM)

https://southerndocumentaryfund.org/ –you might be aware of this, but here is a resource that may be useful to you.

Camille Westmont to Everyone (12:22 PM)

Hi! We are definitely considering augmented reality at Lone Rock. I am currently working on other types of remote sensing which will hopefully take place this winter. Right now we need a better view of the landscape as a whole (eg guard towers, auxiliary structures) before we apply for funding for that

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The Mall (an exercise in dactylic hexameter)

To introduce my students to dactyls (-uu), I showed them a pair of famous examples in tetrameter:

All the kings’ horses and all the king’s men

Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river with
tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, a
Girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

(Well, Lucy in Sky ends with a trimester, but you see the point).

Then, to show them the true classical hexameter, a few lines of (what else?) Longfellow’s Evangeline:

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight

It’s nice to see the substitution of the long for the two shorts before the caesura there.

But it occurred to me that maybe I could write a stanza of my own, so here it goes. It’s entitled “The Mall”:

Sometimes on weekends it’s boring, and people prefer to go shopping. 

Off to the mall they will trudge then, searching for all kinds of items–

shirts at American Eagle, or stuff from the Build-a-Bear Workshop. 

“Try on some Vans at Foot Locker?” Your friend might ask you and then say, 

“Man, Abercrombie’s expensive. Let’s just go hang at the food court.” 

Slices of pizza from Sbarro, a grande iced latte from Starbucks,

Maybe bump into some others, looking for something to do now.

This is the way of the suburbs, the empty allure of the knick-knacks, 

Capitalism’s repair for the alienation it causes.

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Etymology of “ark”

This is an arcane matter (I use the adjective advisedly), but I am wondering about the etymology in English of the word “ark,” as in Noah’s. It is an odd word, used only of this particular ship and not of any other. It seems clear that there is a connection to the Ark of the Covenant. My consideration concerns a far less clear connection.

So, at Genesis 6:14, we read “”Make thee an ark of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou make in the ark, and shalt pitch it within and without with pitch.” (KJV– I’m using this translation on purpose). The texts beneath it are: 

  • Hebrew:  ‏עֲשֵׂ֤ה לְךָ֙ תֵּבַ֣ת עֲצֵי־גֹ֔פֶר קִנִּ֖ים תַּֽעֲשֶׂ֣ה אֶת־הַתֵּבָ֑ה וְכָֽפַרְתָּ֥ אֹתָ֛הּ מִבַּ֥יִת וּמִח֖וּץ בַּכֹּֽפֶר׃
  • Septuagint:  ποίησον οὖν σεαυτῷ κιβωτὸν ἐκ ξύλων τετραγώνων νοσσιὰς ποιήσεις τὴν κιβωτὸν καὶ ἀσφαλτώσεις αὐτὴν ἔσωθεν καὶ ἔξωθεν τῇ ἀσφάλτῳ
  • Vulgate:  Fac tibi arcam de lignis lævigatis; mansiunculas in arca facies, et bitumine linies intrinsecus et extrinsecus.

You can see that KJV’ s”ark” seems to derive from Jerome’s”arca” in the Vulgate not the Greek kibotos or Hebew taybah.

Now, at Gen 9:13, we read “I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth” (KJV).The texts beneath that are: 

  • Hebrew: ‏אֶת־קַשְׁתִּ֕י נָתַ֖תִּי בֶּֽעָנָ֑ן וְהָֽיְתָה֙ לְא֣וֹת בְּרִ֔ית בֵּינִ֖י וּבֵ֥ין הָאָֽרֶץ׃
  • Septuagint:  τὸ τόξον μου τίθημι ἐν τῇ νεφέλῃ καὶ ἔσται εἰς σημεῖον διαθήκης ἀνὰ μέσον ἐμοῦ καὶ τῆς γῆς
  • Vulgate:  arcum meum ponam in nubibus, et erit signum fœderis inter me et inter terram.

For rainbow, Jerome uses the standard Latin word “arcus,” bow or arch.

OK,what I am wondering is this: Could it be that our odd English word “ark” ultimately derives from a sort of word-play on Jerome’s part to align the means of salvation (arca) with the token of the covenant (arcus)? 

Arcane, no?

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What the heck is this rock? Slag

It’s been icy, snowy, rainy, and all kinds of wet around Sewanee lately, so unsurprisingly, the ground has disgorged a number of unusual items, one of which I came across as I was walking the dogs the other day.

Google was no help– what search terms does one use? “Weird looking stone”? So I wrote my friend Bran Potter, Emeritus Professor of Geology here in Sewanee. His reply below:

    “I think the rock, with those lava-like folds along the surface and the large number of pores, is a piece of slag from the old ironworks in Cowan. If you drive past the Fiesta Grill on that side street and continue towards the limestone quarry, you cross a stream. A walk along the stream  will reveal that the steep slope in the woods is made of many tons of this once – molten waste rock. Sometimes the texture is like coarse glass with holes. Our kids used to scour the field above the woods for artifacts – there were some amazing finds in that area – but sadly they no longer plow the field.       

In the days when the dirt roads of Sewanee often turned into quagmires in the rain, wagon loads of slag were brought up the mountain to spread out on our streets. The slag is reasonably widespread on the Domain but typical pieces are smaller than the one you found. A lot of the slag looks like volcanic cinders.”

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Thinking about Place

  • Landscape & Memory
    • Myths
    • History
  • Forgotten Places
    • Abandoned Places
    • Sick Places
    • Ruins
    • Flooded—TVA (Tellico, Tims Ford)
    • Archaelogy
    • Liminal places
  • Private Property
    • Real Estate
    • “Value”
    • Domain
    • Leasehold
    • Lease Committee
  • Built Environment
    • Architecture
    • Sports areas
    • Parks
    • Memorials
    • Memorial benches
  • Geography
    • Abstraction
    • Mapping
    • Surveying
    • GPS
  • Environment
    • Geology
    • Trees
    • Patterns of Migration
  • Sacred Spaces
    • Church
    • Labyrinth
    • Cave
    • Grove
    • Springs
    • Genius loci
    • American Gods
  • Secret Places
    • Romantic spots
    • Hideaway
  • Displacement
    • Trail of Tear
    • Leaving Home
    • Alienation
    • Entfremdungsgefühl
    • Resident alien
    • Passing through
    • Highway Exits
    • Ungrounded
    • Loneliness
    • Strangers
  • Home
    • Prodigal Son
    • Nostalgia
    • Odysseus
    • Grounded
    • Childhood
    • Community
  • Authenticity
    • Ersatz
    • Levitton
    • Ticky-tacky
    • Development
    • Suburbs
    • Gas consumption
  • Foreign Place
    • Travel
    • Wanderlust
    • Exile
    • Pilgrimage
    • Migration
  • Lines of Communication
    • Phone Lines
    • Roads
    • Railroad
  • Beyond Seeing
    • Local music
    • Sounds of a place
    • Birdsong
    • Smells
    • Flowers
    • Country air
    • Sewanee fog
    • Local food
    • Sea air
    • Crash of waves
    • Sound of insects, esp. at night (thrumming)
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RIP Stanley Crouch

Stanley Crouch came to speak at Sewanee in the mid-2000s as part of the “How Then Shall We Live?” series. Below is the author picture he sent. When I picked him up at the Nashville airport, he emerged from the terminal with his suitcase– we shook hands and he told me, in that unique gravelly voice of his, “You should know that I have a profound antipathy for everything having to do with the Confederacy.” Okay, I thought, this ought to be an interesting visit.

On the drive to Sewanee, we got into a long and lively discussion about Dante, but at one point I noticed he was squirming in his seat. “I think I’ll pull over at the next rest area,” I said, to which he replied, “NOW.” Pull over, uh, right here? “HERE.” He hopped out the car by the side of the highway and relieved himself. “Sorry about that.” Then it was back to Dante.

I dropped him off at Rebel’s Rest, the university guest house. “Rebel’s Rest. Huh.” Over the next 24 hours I spent a lot of time with Stanley. We met for coffee on the porch of Rebel’s Rest the next morning– the wisteria was in full bloom still. “I don’t want to like this place,” he said, meaning Rebel’s Rest. “I do like this porch, though.” Many in Sewanee remember him opening his talk with a reference to it. “The more rebels resting, the better.” It brought the house down. He started off reading from a chapter about Davy Crockett and then– I’ve never seen a speaker do this before–stopped. “This isn’t any good. Hey, let’s take questions.” People loved it, as he opined freely and fearlessly about anything and everything.

Before he left, Stanley autographed a book for me with a very kind inscription, ending with his characteristic VIA. “Victory is Assured.”

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Intergenerational Trauma bibliography

One of the things we study at Riggs is the intergenerational transmission of trauma and the weight of history in producing various symptoms.  Of course, as psychoanalysts we traffic in attempting to study the unconscious, so much of what is transmitted between generations does not necessarily happen in language but in signs that emerge in the silences.  These signs are registered by some unconsciously or incoherently and may lead the recipient on an errand to retrieve the lost history in order to restore the “social link” to the history of a place, person, family member, national story has been lost.  My colleague Francoise Davoine, PhD, a psychoanalyst in Paris refers to this as “the cut-out history” which often follows some sort of social catastrophe.

Mine 21 is a great example of this.  Kelsey doesn’t know the story until she becomes a young adult, yet the story has been in the home, her caregivers, and the atmosphere of the community her entire life.  The best people in psychoanalytic thinking about these phenomena are:

1. Francoise Davoine and Jean Max Gaudellier.  Their book “History Beyond Trauma” is a Lacanian (thus difficult to read) text about trauma and the unconscious.  The subtitle of the book includes a quote from Wittgenstein’s closing words of the Tractatus:  “whereof one cannot speak, thereof one cannot stay silent.”  This quote suggests that what is unspeakable comes out in various symptoms—usually somatic.  This was also the basis of Freud’s 1895 version of hysteria—the repressed may also be the unspeakable, and the result is a symptom in the body expressed as a conversion disorder (limb paralysis, hysterical blindness, or other less dramatic symptoms).

2.  Vamik Volkan writes a lot about traumatized communities and societies.  Almost everytime he has a thought he seems to write a book!  I recommend his 1981 book Linking Objects and Linking Phenomena.

3.  I also recommend a paper by Maurice Apprey (a Dean of Students at UVa and a psychoanalyst).  This article is rather difficult but has some gems of thinking in it.  It was in Free Associations in 2014 and is titled ” A Pluperfect Errand.”

I hope these resources provide some avenue for exploration.  

Letter from Jane Tillman to me, January 27, 2020

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Song to the Seals

Every so often you come across a charming thing quite unintentionally on the internet, and this morning’s entry for me is the great Irish tenor John McCormack singing “Song to the Seals” from 1935.



A sea maid sings on yonder reef
The spell bound seals draw near
A lilt that lures beyond belief
Mortals enchanted hear

Coir an oir an oir an oir o
Coir an oir an oir an eer o
Coir an oir an oir an ee lalyuran
Coir an oir an oir an eer o

The wandering ploughman halts his plough
The maid her milking stays
And sheep on hillside, bird on bough
Pause and listen in amaze

Was it a dream? Were all asleep?
Or did she cease her lay?
For the seals with a splash dive into the deep
And the world goes on again
Yet lingers the refrain

source: https://www.lyricsondemand.com/u/unknownlyrics/songofthesealslyrics.html


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Who’s ready for another marginal mystery?

OK, so my posts–here, here, and here–about the mysterious notations on the flyleaf of an 18th century edition of Cicero’s works have led to discussions with various and sundry folks that have been a great deal of fun.

So, here’s another! Here is the title page of another book in my possession, an edition of Tacitus’s Works, published in Trajecti Batavorum (= Utrecht, the Netherlands) by Jacob Poolsom and Johannes Visch. You can see the date is given as C I Ↄ   I Ↄ  C C  X X I = MDCCXXI = 1721.


What’s interesting is the name of the owner, written on either side of TOMUS SECUNDUS, etc., which appears to be “Lloyd Dulany.”


So, who is “Lloyd Dulany”? You know me, friends– I just had to know.

Turns out that, if we were living in London or Baltimore in the year of Our Lord Seventeen Hundred and Eight Two, we would be intimately familiar with the name of Lloyd Dulany.

A member of a prominent Loyalist family, Dulany was killed in a duel in London by a certain Bennet Allen, an 18th century Anglican cleric of unsavory reputation (the guy wrote a poem called “Modern Chastity; or the Agreeable Rape” and a pamphlet called “A Modest Apology for Adultery”). The subsequent trial was evidently quite the sensation.

According to the Wikipedia article about Allen, here’s what happened:

In subsequent years Allen contributed largely to the ‘Morning Post’ In an anonymous article, called ‘Characters of Principal Men of the [American] Rebellion,’ which appeared there on 29 June 1779, he vehemently attacked the character of (American rebel) Daniel Dulany, formerly secretary of Maryland and a parishioner at St. Anne’s who had publicly chastised Allen in the street and a series of articles in the ‘Maryland Gazette’ (to which Allen had disingenuously replied as “Bystander”).[4] On 1 July the ‘Morning Post’ withdrew the charges against Dulany, but Lloyd Dulany, a brother of the subject of the alleged libel, publicly challenged its anonymous author in the newspaper. Allen did not appear declare himself the article’s writer immediately, but after a long interval a duel was arranged. On 18 June 1782, Dulany was killed in the duel. Allen and his second, Robert Morris, surrendered themselves on 5 July of the same year, to answer a charge of murder at the Old Bailey sessions. After a trial, which attracted general public attention, Allen, in spite of his plea for benefit of clergy and the evidence as to his character adduced by Lords Bateman, Mountnorris, and many fashionable ladies, was convicted of manslaughter (but Morris acquitted), and sentenced to a fine of one shilling and six months’ imprisonment.[5]

(I don’t think Wikipedia is correct in calling Daniel Dulany a rebel, BTW)

I don’t know how to feel about this. Allen seems like a jerk, so I guess I’m on Dulany’s side? But that’s only because, by some weird twist of fate, I happen to own his copy of Tacitus.

I note that it’s got a bookplate in the front from the Library of the Protestant Episcopal Divinity School in Philadelphia, so it’s from some church connection that it must have come to me. Anyway, that divinity school merged with another in 1974 and is gone now.

Habent sua fata libelli, indeed.

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Quake and Quarantine

So, last night, in the midst of the COVID-19 quarantine, we had an earthquake.

At 3:33 AM.

And, get this, it was 3.3 on the Richter Scale.

It was only a few miles from our house, down in Lost Cove at 35.141°N  85.892°W.

I myself slept through it, but my wife and son felt it. “I thought it was a jet breaking the sound barrier,” she said. “I thought it was a tornado hitting the house,” he said.

Alright, 2020. We’ve hunkered down for hurricanes, and sheltered in place to flatten the curve, and I guess now we need a little earth rattling to go with it?

Getting a little tired of all this Old Testament living.


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