La #citation du jour.
– T. S. Eliot (1888-1965), poète, dramaturge et critique littéraire américain naturalisé britannique. Il a reçu le prix Nobel de littérature en 1948.
Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.
But no. Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed. Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die. You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.
A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound, has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery. Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts, Mead said
We are at our best when we serve others.”
#ThélysonOrélien — Deux questions qu'on mélange. Un : a-t-il utilisé l'IA ? On ne le sait pas, et les détecteurs ne sont pas des juges. Deux : si oui, est-ce illégitime ? Villeneuve n'est pas moins cinéaste à cause des effets numériques, parce qu'il en assume la direction et que tout est crédité. Un coureur de l'UCI avec un vélo en carbone reste un coureur, un coureur avec un moteur caché, non. La vraie ligne n'est pas l'outil, c'est l'autorat et la transparence. Les prix littéraires n'ont pas encore de règles claires là-dessus. C'est ça, le chantier.
@MichelleBlanc Enfin un commentaire intelligent sur ce dossier un peu délirant dans son traitement. @MichelleBlanc toujours aussi pertinente et à point. Merci.
🚨 BREAKING:
American actor Harrison Ford on Trump:
"I don't know of a greater criminal in history. He has no policies, only whims. That terrifies me. Ignorance, arrogance, lies, betrayal. Trump knows what he's doing. He's amassing wealth as the world heads toward the abyss."
Des nouvelles du front https://t.co/0wLMiMZMiJ
J’adoooore lire Léa. Chaque article est toujours pertinent, allumé et vivant. Ne doute jamais, chère Léa, que tes textes soient nécessaires. J’y trouve très très souvent, un angle nouveau d’https://t.co/iWozz1y804 cela vaut de l’or.
@MichelleBlanc Cet article est incroyable. 🤩 un tel talent de vulgarisation est fabuleux. @MichelleBlanc tu es d’une générosité dans la livraison de tes articles. Le Québec est riche avec une telle compétence. Respect.
@GNadeauDubois Pour t’avoir suivi, de ton parcours étudiant jusqu’à aujourd’hui, tu peux être fier d’avoir toujours oeuvré en respectant tes valeurs et tes convictions, d’un monde meilleur, pour tous. Tu m’as redonné confiance aux gens oeuvrant en politique. T’es mon idole. Respect.
*BRITISH WRITER PENS THE BEST DESCRIPTION OF TRUMP*
Someone asked "Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?" Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England wrote the following response:
A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump's limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever.
I don't say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it's a fact. He doesn't even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty. Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn't just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness. There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It's all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don't. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He's not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He's more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless or female – and he kicks them when they are down. So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think 'Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy' is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and most are.
• You don't need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.
After all, it's impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.