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“A cowardly man thinks he will ever live,
If warfare he avoids.
But old age will bring him no peace
Though spears may spare him.”
—Havamal, “Wisdom for Wanderers and Counsel to Guests,” Verse 16
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I write because I believe my primary group — Whites of European heritage — is at extreme risk, and — for better or for worse — the most I have now to offer is my virtual pen.
I am fortunate to follow a number of my betters who have written on the question of why we write. Now I can simply repeat that with which I agree. (more…)
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I came late to the issues characteristically discussed in The Occidental Quarterly.
I had no interest in politics during my early adult years, a circumstance for which I am now grateful. Like most Americans, I assumed that “politics” meant electoral contests between hardly-distinguishable parties.
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I once naively believed that everyone thought more or less as I did and shared my basic values. Today I wonder if anyone does.
A threshold reason why I write is simply that the Good Lord granted me facility with the written word. Not with video or motion picture production, or music, or broadcasting, or entertainment, or even the spoken word, but simply with writing. (more…)
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This is always difficult to assess, but from this distance three different spear-points become discernible through the mist.
The first is an obvious desire for self-expression–yet, as always, the nihilism of Samuel Beckett needs to be avoided, where, during one part of the Trilogy, such as Molloy, he declares: nothing to express, no need to express, a blinding desire to stain the silence. I think that the aporia whereby post-modernism eats itself needs to be avoided.