George Orwell in “Second Thoughts on James Burnham” (1946): Chesterton predicted the disappearance of democracy and private property, and the rise of a slave society which might be called either capitalist or Communist.
I have taken down the original draft of this story, and I’m delighted to share that Macrina Magazine has expressed interest in publishing a revised version of it. I will post a link here to their published version when that is up. Note on the background of my writing of this story: In preparation forContinue reading “My Accidental Day with Super Power”
It is quite easy to see why a legend is treated, and ought to be treated, more respectfully than a book of history. The legend is generally made by a majority of the people in the village, who are sane. The book is generally written by the one man in the village who is mad.Continue reading “the book is generally written by the one man in the village who is mad”
From Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. The authors would like to join the demon Crowley in dedicating this book to the memory of G.K. CHESTERTON. A man who knew what was going on. Also regarding GKC, in the story, we have this at one point within Crowley’s stream of consciousness thinking: WhoContinue reading “How can the end of the world start in a place like this?”
[Intro Note: this was delivered as the afternoon plenary talk at the Alcuin Mid-Atlantic Regional Retreat at Veritas (a classical Christian school in Richmond, VA) on March 22, 2019 by Jesse Hake. The assigned topic was “Classical Christian Education for Culturally and Socioeconomically Diverse Settings.” At the end of this post, a handout is includedContinue reading “Seeking the Heart of the Christian Classical Tradition of Education amid Socioeconomic and Cultural Diversity”
Modern Elfland by G.K. Chesterton I cut a staff in a churchyard copse, I clad myself in ragged things, I set a feather in my cap That fell out of an angel’s wings. I filled my wallet with white stones, I took three foxgloves in my hand, I slung my shoes across my back, AndContinue reading “cowled with smoke and starred with lamps”
Then Alfred laughed out suddenly, Like thunder in the spring, Till shook aloud the lintel-beams, And the squirrels stirred in dusty dreams, And the startled birds went up in streams, For the laughter of the King. And the beasts of the earth and the birds looked down, In a wild solemnity, On a stranger sightContinue reading “the giant laughter of Christian men that roars through a thousand tales”
Their gods were sadder than the sea, Gods of a wandering will, Who cried for blood like beasts at night, Sadly, from hill to hill. “…The men of the East may spell the stars, And times and triumphs mark, But the men signed of the cross of Christ Go gaily in the dark.” “The menContinue reading “but the men that drink the blood of God go singing to their shame”
“…Come not to me, King Alfred, Save always for the ale: Why should my harmless hinds be slain Because the chiefs cry once again, As in all fights, that we shall gain, And in all fights we fail?” “Your scalds still thunder and prophesy That crown that never comes; Friend, I will watch the certainContinue reading “the thing I bear is a lesser thing”
For the end of the world was long ago, And all we dwell to-day As children of some second birth, Like a strange people left on earth After a judgment day. From “The Ballad of the White Horse” by G.K. Chesterton.