Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby, a film by Roman Polanski.
I wrote about the Lawrence Krauss allegations early on, and many people condemned him to the point that they were throwing away his books and never buying another.
How far do we take this outrage? Can’t we separate the person from the work, and still value the work?
Truth be told, I am going to watch “Rosemary’s Baby” every time it comes on TV, especially if it’s dark outside.
And I am going to read Dr. Seuss to every child I encounter, even though early in his career, he made ends meet by drawing racist ads and cartoons.
Today happens to be World Poetry Day:
“To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
An eternity in an hour.”
William Blake, Augeries of Innocence
Sounds like William Blake was a bit of an ass to his infertile wife. At a time of tremendous strain in his marriage, in part due to his wife’s apparent inability to bear children, he directly advocated bringing a second wife into the house.
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
