“Let Your Dim Light Shine”

From FB:

“Two songs off this classic ’95 album just came up on iTunes.

Whenever we’d go into the field I’d take a bunch of CDs with me to listen to on my knockoff CD Walkman. This was always one of them and I’d listen to it from beginning to end.

I can still remember being out during one field exercise in the North Carolina pines around dusk, lying on top of the cammo netting on the back of the HUMVEE that’d I’d unilaterally named “SHAZAM,” and contemplating what the lyrics to “String of Pearls” actually meant…”

Vienna, Virginia (2010)

From FB:

Middle-aged hippieish woman sitting outside a Starbucks in a maroon Subaru Outback replete with an Obama bumper sticker and one that read: “Yellow Ribbons Don’t Save Soldiers – Peace Does!”

Me: “Nice bumper sticker.”

Her: “Oh, thanks!”

Me: “Yeah, I was being sarcastic.”

Her: “Oh. Thanks.”

“Cloven Hoof-Prints in the Stone”

“Where for aught any man knows lies the locality of Hell? For the Earth is a globe in the void and truth there’s no up nor down to it and there’s men in this company besides myself seen little cloven hoof-prints in the stone clever as a little doe in her going, but what little doe ever trod melted rock?”

– “Blood Meridian” by Cormac McCarthy

Shoggone

From FB:

“I always found that one of the major ways that Lovecraft has wrapped its leathery tentacles around popular culture was through a deluge of faux memorobelia: Arkham newspapers, Miskatonic diplomas and the like. This is my humble contribution, a 20’s to 30’s era fold-out road atlas of Lovecraft County based on old gas-station sponsored map sets. I added a bit of requisite humor by giving the gas station company name a play on Shoggoth. I did as best I could researching old New England road atlases, eliminated post 1930’s highways and towns, and shuffled in some real but antiquated place names and sites, some of which have been demolished (many of the lighthouses for example), as well as any Lovecraft locations I could get away with showing on what is ostensibly a commercial road map (No Blasted Heath, why in gods name would a gas station suggest you go there? But the Old Growth forest it is a part of and the disused through-road from the Colour Out of Space dutifully are depicted, for example. The reservoir hasn’t flooded the area yet in this particular map.)”

Decoration Day

From FB:

“Originally called Decoration Day, when Americans took time to decorate the graves of soldiers who gave their lives in the Civil War, today’s national holiday of Memorial Day honors all American soldiers who died in defense of the nation. While several towns claim to be the site of the first Memorial Day celebration, one man, John A. Logan, deserves much of the credit for the establishment of Memorial Day as a national holiday.

Logan, was born 9 February 1826 in Jackson County, Illinois. He served as an officer with the 1st Illinois Volunteer Infantry during the Mexican War but did not see any combat. Upon his return home to Illinois, he became involved in state politics and was elected to the US House of Representatives as a Democrat in November 1858. A powerful orator, he staunchly defended the Union during the months leading up to the Civil War despite representing an area of Illinois that harbored secessionist sentiments. In fact, his oratorical skills swayed many of his constituents to change their views and support the Union.

Upon the outbreak of hostilities in 1861, Logan volunteered his services as a soldier and served with a Michigan regiment at the Battle of First Bull Run on 21 July 1861. After the battle, he returned home to Illinois to recruit a regiment, the 31st Illinois, and was named the regiment’s colonel. Nicknamed “Black Jack” for his black hair and dark eyes and complexion, Logan led his regiment into combat for the first time at Belmont in November 1861. He proved to be a natural military leader and later fought with distinction at Fort Donelson, Corinth, and Vicksburg, and rose to the rank of major general of volunteers. During the Atlanta campaign, he commanded XV Corps, was wounded, and then temporarily commanded the Army of the Tennessee. He was replaced as corps commander by Major General O.O. Howard, a decision made by Major General William T. Sherman because of Sherman’s mistrust of “political” generals, not because of Logan’s fighting abilities. The decision led Logan to despise professional soldiers, especially West Pointers, for the rest of his life. Logan, however, dutifully served under Sherman for the rest of the war until the surrender of Confederate General Joseph E. Johnston in April 1865 in North Carolina. Many historians consider Logan the best of the Union Army’s political generals.

Following the Civil War, Logan was instrumental in the founding of the Grand Army of the Republic (GAR), a veterans group comprised of former Union Army soldiers, and served as the GAR’s second elected national commander. On 3 March 1868, Logan issued General Order No. 11, which called for a national day of remembrance for Civil War dead. This order served as the basis for what became the national holiday of Memorial Day.”

He’s buried at the United States Soldiers’ and Airmen’s Home National Cemetery, which I visited in December 2019.

“What Can We Do?”

From FB:

“[Jackson] rode through the early-morning darkness with his aide James Power Smith to visit [mortally wounded Confederate Brigadier General Maxcy] Gregg [with whom he had recently quarreled].

When Jackson arrived he found Gregg fully conscious and in great pain. Jackson took Gregg’s hand, and in a voice filled with emotion said, ‘The doctor tells me that you have not long to live. Let me ask you to dismiss this matter from your mind and turn your thoughts to God and to the world to which you go.’

Gregg, with tears in his eyes, mumbled thanks. He died a day later of his wounds.

On the way back to headquarters Jackson, riding now with [Confederate surgeon Hunter Holmes] McGuire and Smith said nothing until they neared their camp, when he suddenly said, ‘How horrible is war.’

‘Horrible, yes,’ McGuire replied. ‘But we have been invaded. What can we do?

‘Kill them, sir,’ Jackson said. ‘Kill every man.'”

Der Löwendenkmal

From FB:

“The Lion Monument (German: Löwendenkmal), or the Lion of Lucerne, is a rock relief in Lucerne, Switzerland, designed by Bertel Thorvaldsen and hewn in 1820–21 by Lukas Ahorn. It commemorates the Swiss Guards who were massacred in 1792 during the French Revolution, when revolutionaries stormed the Tuileries Palace in Paris.

Mark Twain praised the sculpture of a mortally-wounded lion as “the most mournful and moving piece of stone in the world.”

“THIS is THIS”

From FB:

“While in college, I had a part-time job in the Inter-Library Loan (ILL) section of Virginia Tech’s school library. Every afternoon, I’d show up between classes and box up books to be sent to other libraries within the ILL system.

It paid minimum wage, but I liked it as I was surrounded by books and the full-time crew were two ball-busting Virginia mountain rednecks who had no time for fancy college boys like me.

During the course of my work, I discovered the most amazing magazines and journals dedicated to esoteric and niche subjects. Among the ones I gravitated towards were those that dealt with film criticism.

Although everybody and his monkey today has a blog or webpage critiquing cinema, comics, or literature, in the pre-Internet days of 1991, these periodicals were the only place where you could find this type of high-minded deconstruction of themes, structure, cinematography, homages, and literary references.

I became so enamored of these magazines that I would read them whenever I could, and then find ways to slip their ideas into courses I was taking like “Literature And The Bible” and “Film And Literature.”

(Did you know I almost majored in English Lit? Well, now you do.)

At some point, I did a deep dive on Michael Cimino’s “The Deer Hunter,” in all likelihood because it was so controversial when it came out in 1978, but also because I devoured anything to do with the Vietnam War as it was the conflict closest to me when I was very young.

I remember writing a paper about it based on what I’d read in the cinema critique magazines and those thoughts and ideas recently clawed their way back into my consciousness – probably because there’s been a story floating these last two days about how at age 79, Robert DeNiro is expecting his seventh child.

DeNiro is pretty much a washed-up joke at this point in his life and career and really only makes headlines when he does a bad Donald Trump impression or drops an F bomb about him on TV.

But back when I was growing up, DeNiro was a force of nature.

Between “Taxi Driver,” “Raging Bull,” “Goodfellas,” and “Cape Fear,” there is no other actor I can think of who put on such a dynamic and unrelenting body of work as he did. The only one who comes close these days is Joaquin Phoenix, but there is nothing scary about him. In contrast, every character DeNiro played in the 70s and 80s was someone you would not want to meet in a dark alley.

So, I was minding my own business today and the phrase, “You see THIS? THIS is THIS!” came into my head.

If you’ve never seen “The Deer Hunter” before, it comes from a scene in which DeNiro’s deadly serious Michael (the eponymous “Deer Hunter”) is being mocked by the feckless and incompetent Stanley (the late great John Cazale) over his refusal to allow him to borrow a pair of boots after Stan irresponsibly forgot his own.

At one point as they argue, DeNiro’s character holds up a rifle round and shakes it at Stan, asking “Stanley, you see THIS? THIS is THIS? This ain’t something else. THIS is THIS. From now on, you’re on your own.”

After accusing the laconic Michael of being a homosexual, Stan asks, “You know what your trouble is, Mike? Nobody knows what the fuck you’re talking about!” He then derisively impersonates DeNiro with mock bluster, adding, “‘THIS is THIS’! What the Hell’s that supposed to mean?!” ‘THIS is THIS’! Is that some faggot sounding bullshit or is that some faggot sounding bullshit?”

The phrase “THIS is THIS” has always stuck in my head. And I’m sure if you asked certain Gen Xers what that phrase meant, about 10% would be able to correctly associate it with “The Deer Hunter.”

By itself, the phrase sounds incredibly stupid. In my mind, it’s almost hilarious to think that there was once an Academy Award-winning movie in which somebody included the phrase “THIS is THIS” in the script.

But I think the reason it resonates with me to this day is because it actually means something:

In the context of the story and from the perspective of DeNiro’s character, “THIS is THIS” means one bullet – one shot.

One bullet to shoot a deer. No more. No less.

Not two bullets.

One.

“THIS is THIS” is a declaration of Michael’s code of honor. It means that he has prepared himself and made himself so proficient with the rifle that he needs but one bullet to painlessly kill a deer. It means that when he takes a life, the deer does not suffer any more than it has to.

But it is more than that.

“THIS is THIS” is also about striving for something greater. It is about holding oneself to as high of a standard and humanly possible, and refusing to accept anything less.

So, when Stan forgets to bring the proper boots or equipment to go on a deer hunt and seems so cavalier about his lack of preparation, it infuriates Michael. It shows that Stanley has no code and does not aspire to be better than he is.

“THIS is THIS” means you have one shot. And when your time comes, you’d better make it. Because a failure to put forth the effort necessary to make that shot and spare the deer suffering means you are not a serious person. You are someone who lives without a code.

We live in strange times. Too many people today live without a code.

Yet, the old ways still work. We must simply have the intestinal fortitude to challenge ourselves enough to apply them.

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