Poem: North of Arezzo
A poem written long ago in a style and vein that might have pleased the subject, Peter Russell.
A poem written long ago in a style and vein that might have pleased the subject, Peter Russell.
Every morning in Rome, I scanned the America news from my cellular telephone, and, as Donald Trump’s cabinet appointments rolled by, I felt as if I were watching a parade of freaks
Last night I said good by to our last guests but one. I greeted the group In Pisa on the afternoon of the third. We had by then been in Italy since October 22.
The day after Trump’s victory, a correspondent dropped me a note to ask if I agreed with a Chronicles contributor–whether current or former I do not recall–who told him that the country had turned the corner, and we could count on a counter-revolution that would fix the immigration crisis, restore law and order to the streets, and turn back the anti-human sexual revolution.
The headlines for Columbus Day included a study purporting to show that Columbus was a “secret Jew.” What does anyone think that means?
The sources of the globalist ideology are much older and deeper than Marx, and they first showed their true colors when the armies of the French Revolution declared war on the nations of Europe, in order to liberate themselves from feudalism and Christianity.
The First World War was a defining moment for the civilization of Europe. The first war and its inevitable successor have been called Europe’s civil war, and there is truth in this characterization. Divided by language, religion, and culture, the nations of Europe were united in a common civilization. But if the two conflicts were part of a European civil war, they were also the beginning of the end of Europe and Christendom, whose memory is now preserved only in libraries, museums, and some churches.
No one today, it seems, can pursue a hobby, escape a vice, or suffer a tragedy without submitting himself to the ministrations of “professional” experts.