And Lorca the blogwatch poet they left ’til last…

Camassia: “But does the body have a vote on reality, as the mind does? In other words, if somebody insists that he’s actually female and his body says otherwise, who do we listen to?” (more)

Jeremiads:

The fourth chapter of my book will wrestle with hypocrisy in Hollywood. I’m looking for two kinds of information:

1) Quotes by celebs condemning hypocrites or hypocrisy. If you send these in, please identify the source of the quotation.

2) Famous hypocrites in film. Obvious candidates include Captain Renault in Casablanca, Robert Duvall in The Apostle, and Steve Martin in Leap of Faith.

Have at it folks. My e-mail address is JEREMYAL123 — AT — YAHOO — DOT — COM.

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I sent him this list: The evil preacher played by Robert Mitchum in “Night of the Hunter”; Amerigo Bonasera, the guy at the very beginning of “The Godfather Pt I” who asks the Godfather for a favor on his daughter’s wedding day; Sidney Falco in “Sweet Smell of Success”; the main character in “Election”–Matthew Broderick’s character; Angela Lansbury’s character in “The Manchurian Candidate” count; Bialystok and Bloom, from “The Producers”; and Jimmy Stewart’s character in “Rope”–a reverse hypocrite, when the rubber hits the road he isn’t a Nietzschean after all but an adherent of ordinary morality.

Mark Shea: “John Paul taught that the mark of original sin was the loss of the apprehension of God as Father. When a culture is dominated by original sin and gives in to the abandonment of God, they don’t get nothing–they get the apprehension of God as Master.” (more)

And the Wall Street Journal on what you have to do to get into the University of California system: “‘Christian Morality in American Literature’ is biased. ‘Feminine Perspectives in Literature’ is not.” (oh yeah, you know you want more)

Last–but by no means least–why did no one tell me that I NEEDED THE POGUES?! “The Sickbed of CuChulainn” may be the best drunk-rock song ever recorded, ever. They actually made me love a song called “Sally MacLennane,” which should have been an impossible task. …Like an even-better-than-the-real-thing version of my most beloved pub, my personal version of George Orwell’s “Moon Under Water,” Anna Liffey’s in New Haven. Where the vodka tonics are always fresh and sweet, the bar girls likewise, and nobody ever has to go home.

I’m a free-born man of the U.S.A….