Comments on: The Tragedy of Publishing http://brooklyncopperhead.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/the-tragedy-of-publishing/ The wit and wisdom of Jack Ross Wed, 10 Jun 2009 02:10:57 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Scott Lahti http://brooklyncopperhead.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/the-tragedy-of-publishing/#comment-43 Scott Lahti Wed, 02 Apr 2008 16:58:05 +0000 http://brooklyncopperhead.wordpress.com/?p=47#comment-43 Sidney Lens! Now there's a name I haven't seen in almost 30 years, since high school days back in Wilton (CT), when in the school library I'd take all the journals of opinion, broadly defined, and arrange them on the middle shelves left to right: The Progressive/The Nation/The New Yorker/The New Republic/Commentary/National Review. Another name I remember from The Progressive, besides Sidney Lens (and Erwin Knoll), was Milton Mayer, whose name reappeared passim as I excavated the online archives of MANAS, over at the E.F. Schumacher Society web site starting in 2005, feeling much like Keats reading Chapman's Homer: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific, and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak in Darien.* *Not the Darien bordering New Canaan, speaking of my old school turf... Sidney Lens! Now there’s a name I haven’t seen in almost 30 years, since high school days back in Wilton (CT), when in the school library I’d take all the journals of opinion, broadly defined, and arrange them on the middle shelves left to right: The Progressive/The Nation/The New Yorker/The New Republic/Commentary/National Review. Another name I remember from The Progressive, besides Sidney Lens (and Erwin Knoll), was Milton Mayer, whose name reappeared passim as I excavated the online archives of MANAS, over at the E.F. Schumacher Society web site starting in 2005, feeling much like Keats reading Chapman’s Homer:

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken
Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific, and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.*

*Not the Darien bordering New Canaan, speaking of my old school turf…

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