M.F. Corwin
@eudaemonist.bsky.social
‘I confess it as a besetting infirmity of mine that I am too much of an Eudaemonist: I hanker too much after a state of happiness, both for myself and others.’ —Thos. de Quincey,
‘Confessions of an English Opium Eater’
https://www.eudaemonist.com
‘Confessions of an English Opium Eater’
https://www.eudaemonist.com
‘Of seasons of the year, the autumn is most melancholy’ —Robert Burton, ‘Anatomy of Melancholy’, 1.1.3.2
October 23, 2025 at 4:30 PM
‘Of seasons of the year, the autumn is most melancholy’ —Robert Burton, ‘Anatomy of Melancholy’, 1.1.3.2
Ulrich von Hutten’s poem ‘Nemo’ (nemo, nam, nemo omnibus horis sapit, etc.) is briefly quoted in ‘Democritus Junior to the Reader’, and it reminded me of:
‘Well, one time when things was looking bright
I started to whittling on a stick one night
Who said, “Hey! That's dynamite!”?
Nobody.’
‘Well, one time when things was looking bright
I started to whittling on a stick one night
Who said, “Hey! That's dynamite!”?
Nobody.’
October 14, 2025 at 7:42 PM
Ulrich von Hutten’s poem ‘Nemo’ (nemo, nam, nemo omnibus horis sapit, etc.) is briefly quoted in ‘Democritus Junior to the Reader’, and it reminded me of:
‘Well, one time when things was looking bright
I started to whittling on a stick one night
Who said, “Hey! That's dynamite!”?
Nobody.’
‘Well, one time when things was looking bright
I started to whittling on a stick one night
Who said, “Hey! That's dynamite!”?
Nobody.’
A moment’s pause while tidying.
September 21, 2025 at 10:57 PM
A moment’s pause while tidying.
Evening books. ‘Magic Mountain’ is not as clever as I recall it being. ‘A Monk’s Guide to a Clean House and Mind’ is the best text about cleanings toilets I’ve encountered save for ‘Perfect Days’. Lamb is cute. Bachelard is not setting things on fire. ‘The Candidate’ is unsettling. Zambreno is fine.
August 28, 2025 at 3:58 AM
Evening books. ‘Magic Mountain’ is not as clever as I recall it being. ‘A Monk’s Guide to a Clean House and Mind’ is the best text about cleanings toilets I’ve encountered save for ‘Perfect Days’. Lamb is cute. Bachelard is not setting things on fire. ‘The Candidate’ is unsettling. Zambreno is fine.
A little wilderness experience.
August 15, 2025 at 6:08 PM
A little wilderness experience.
In other information retrieval news, punch cards are also very good bookmarks.
August 14, 2025 at 9:44 PM
In other information retrieval news, punch cards are also very good bookmarks.
A good set of morning books at the moment: autonomy at the peripheries, Marxist Romantics, regional cults (with bonus spicy academic drama), wrenchfule wicchecreftes, and, you know, commodities.
August 4, 2025 at 2:14 PM
A good set of morning books at the moment: autonomy at the peripheries, Marxist Romantics, regional cults (with bonus spicy academic drama), wrenchfule wicchecreftes, and, you know, commodities.
The dog is well on her way to recovery, but I still very much enjoy this photo of her as a minor and rather disgruntled poet, taken in January on the day after her surgery.
March 28, 2025 at 3:30 PM
The dog is well on her way to recovery, but I still very much enjoy this photo of her as a minor and rather disgruntled poet, taken in January on the day after her surgery.
Daily journal (spilled coffee on it five days in) and daily planner (smaller). Not very exciting but easily recyclable.
February 25, 2025 at 3:18 PM
Daily journal (spilled coffee on it five days in) and daily planner (smaller). Not very exciting but easily recyclable.
‘On cold–serv’d Repetitions He subsists,
And in the tasteless Present chaws the Past’
—Edward Young, ‘Night Thoughts’, Night III, 319f.
And in the tasteless Present chaws the Past’
—Edward Young, ‘Night Thoughts’, Night III, 319f.
August 1, 2024 at 5:14 PM
‘On cold–serv’d Repetitions He subsists,
And in the tasteless Present chaws the Past’
—Edward Young, ‘Night Thoughts’, Night III, 319f.
And in the tasteless Present chaws the Past’
—Edward Young, ‘Night Thoughts’, Night III, 319f.