The Friday letter
La Vie Cronborgeoisie
Every Friday, five things, each with its reason.
Cultivation, in the old sense.
In 1863 Baudelaire defined modernity as the transient, the fleeting and the contingent. That was half of art, he wrote. The other half was eternal and immovable.
Every Friday, five things, each with its reason. They come from either half, and now and then from neither.
They’re published here in the magazine and sent the same morning as a letter.
Just now the golden-sandalled Dawn
Sappho · Fragment 123