Weekly Writing Summary For The Week Ending 11/20/2025
Jean Jacques de Boissieu: Old Man with a Boy Reading (1770)
Our concrete contractor, Pablo, and his crew laid a new sidewalk on the north side of our newly refurbished front porch this week, bringing us one step closer to completing our infinite front porch remodeling project. A new sidewalk serves as the closest thing The Muse and I might ever contribute to permanence here, lasting evidence that someone once lived here, evidence that should last well into the following century. This Writing Week proved to be more speculative than concrete. Change seemed prominent without necessarily feeling imminent. Our hapless administration, still apparently uninterested in administering anything, has been exhibiting some gravely serious difficulties recruiting and retaining EvilPeople in sufficient numbers to completely undermine our Democratic order. I sensed an impending Awakening. The Elites seemed teetering again, on their usual precipice of greatness … or something. I praised our sacred Jurisprudence, which has proven to be the most stalwart defender of our civic Decency. I admitted to feeling Enraged, however politically unacceptable that emotion might seem in a discussion of Decency. I ended this writing week praising the Insubordinate as the true patriot of Decency in our ongoing passion play. Thank you for following along with me here.
Insubordinate
Pierre-Paul Prud’hon: Head of Vengeance (c. 1804)
ABOUT THIS ARTWORK
A study for the figure of Divine Vengeance in Prud’hon’s celebrated paintingJustice and Divine Vengeance Pursuing Crime (1808), the head of Vengeance, who pursues Crime as an agent of Justice, brilliantly reflects the artist’s stated aim for the painting: “to give a commotion to the soul.”
Although the drawing’s blue paper has faded almost completely to gray, the work’s expressive power remains intact.
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"The Decent direct themselves for their own damned reasons…"
Decency must be an Insubordinate act. It cannot be ordered or productively insisted upon, but must be more or less freely chosen by the individual engaging in it. One may take instruction in its practice, though this offers little beyond a grasp of its underlying concept. Practice proves different in actual practice and utterly depends on context, which shifts so that any two instances might prove the opposite of being indistinguishable from each other. Even experienced practitioners often wonder if what they just tried really represented the Decency they intended. Not even the receiver can always confirm receipt. So much of its delivery depends upon intention, which often necessarily remains implicit. Decency frequently appears in unexpected guises.
Indecencies can easily be coerced.
EnRaged
William Hogarth: The Enraged Musician (November 1741)
"Don't tread on Decency!"
Contrary to popular misconception, the Decent do not naturally lean heavily toward passivity. In some significant ways, Decency can encourage a fury, if only because it tends to sharpen sensibilities. Those incapable of properly parsing experiences, who live a more numbed existence, might find it more challenging to act out when encountering the subtly outrageous. Many infractions fail to piece together their native insensitivity. This can lead to a disturbing passivity. Those, however, more primed to sense disturbing differences might be much more easily encouraged to respond with rage, and even to complain that certain events leave them feeling EnRaged. This fury doesn’t always show, for Decency sometimes, even often, paradoxically, encourages a stifling of certain rages, lest a reaction appear equally outrageous. The resulting ‘anger turned inward’ can spawn periods of dark depression as inner frustration fails to find adequate release in outward expression.
The Decent sometimes foments dissent.
Jurisprudence
Raphael Morghen: Jurisprudence (18th-19th century)
"Even those who assault our Jurisprudence deserve justice. Decency demands it."
We hold our judicial system sacred, or we have. It has seemed imperiled lately, if only due to the sudden incursion of indecency into her hallowed halls. Our Jurisprudence was the store of our society’s civic Decency, though it has lately seen repeated attempts to degrade it. These have been mainly unsuccessful, if only due to the native ineptness as lawyers of the agents of indecency attempting to intrude. They have filed motions that don’t pass muster and suits that almost always prove frivolous. Our budding Department of Injustice turns out to actually be a department of dunces and indecencies in practice. They seem to believe that they can make anything so by merely declaring it so. However, our Jurisprudence, by which I mean our legal philosophy and long traditions, usually renders that functionally impossible, thank heavens.
Between judges chosen for their partiality and a SCOTUS half dedicated to indecency, our civic Decency has sometimes been taking it in the shorts.
Elites
Eugène Carrière: Elise Smiling (1895)
"…they always seem to disappoint us and themselves in practice."
Some hold a belief in the absolute necessity of maintaining an Elite class in a society. History provides strong evidence against this belief. The story insists that Elites set the standards others follow and sustain society’s highest ground, enabling “regular” people to attend to lesser interests. This notion contradicts the first principle upon which this country was founded: the notion that all people are created equal. The historical record reveals many examples of Elites who, rather than serving their publics, merely served themselves. Crowned heads more often abused their power than wisely deployed it. Of all the awful notions humans have spawned, the notion of the necessity of superiority might have proven to be the worst. Yet, we still worship leaders and imagine them somehow superhumanly capable when, much more often, they’ve proven to possess feet of the most fragile clay.
Our country was founded partly to address the paradoxes that Plutocracy inevitably produces.
Awakening
Henry Duff Linton and Edmond Morin: Awakening (19th century)
"…American Dreams emerge from Awakenings."
The question of when our incumbent might start to seriously bleed supporters has been prominent in the minds of his many detractors. For us, and I consider myself a prominent detractor, it was always unthinkable that anyone might even imagine supporting him, for he seemed simply vile. His incoherence alone rendered him unsupportable since nobody has ever successfully parsed even his simplest utterances. Still, he seemed to possess some hypnotizing power, an astonishingly strange attractor, that reliably attracted and retained what he labeled his base. His base seemed at least aptly labeled, for they seemed to follow their leader beyond the depths of conventional political depravity. This devotion was truly disgusting to me. He’d famously insisted that he could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue in New York City and shoot somebody and nobody would raise an eyebrow.
That “Teflon Don” capability seems to have started weakening lately.
EvilPeople
William Sharp: Evil (18th century)
"…never in sufficient numbers to succeed, thank heavens."
A promising dispatch from the front lines of The War On Decency reports an apparent sharp decline in the ready availability of additional EvilPeople to populate the ranks of the administration uninterested in administering anything’s many anti-Decency programs. Reports indicate that hiring and performance bonuses have proven inadequate to attract sufficient numbers of eager candidates. Further, a reassuring swell in voluntary resignations has only added to MAGA’s staffing problems. It seems that officials grossly overestimated the number of Americans who would voluntarily stand against their fellow citizens. This shortage was reportedly the deciding factor behind our incumbent ordering National Guard troops to be mobilized into our cities. Adequate numbers of volunteers refused the assignment. Now, though, with courts refusing to permit our incumbent from deploying the National Guard against citizens, the whole movement seems increasingly imperiled.
Their naive belief that we would not prove to be Decent people under pressure has apparently bitten them in their collective ass.
Weekly Writing Summary For The Week Ending 11/13/2025
Hendrik Post: Title vignette of "the quack" (1718 - 1751)
Vignette with a group of actors inside an ornamental frame with musical instruments and masks and two monkeys with zots hoods, holding books and documents with stamps. The title of the farce is on a wall under the stage.
This writing week proved to be a genuine discovery. As usual, I set off on this adventure not understanding the purpose of the excursion. I consider this factor to be de rigeuor. If I planned beforehand or (shudder) outlined the trip before I took it, I sense that I might have leached most of the eventual potential out of it. I entered naked and, right off the bat, I hit at least a double into the corner with ThanksTaking. In this venial season of political degradation, it made perfect sense (and I make no overstatement suggesting this) to downgrade the usual, familiar Thanksgiving celebration to the level of the typical druid appreciation: roasted gruel with a side of sour cide, instead of the usual turkey with trimmings. I then entered into a short series of side-explorations, considering the relationships between Decency and Disgrace, Disgust, and Misdirection. I then slipped into a half-remarkable question: What might be the MotiveToDecency, given that it offers no clear evolutionary superiority? I ended this writing week admitting that I've been increasingly resembling one of my old nemeses, whom I had always considered somehow beneath me: the venerable and disturingly similar to me, the ever-Decent Mr. Magoo! Thank you for following along on these voyages of discovery!
MrMagoo
Eyeglasses, in case, Archival Material (20th century)
Collection of Barnett and Annalee Newman
"Wisdom comes from noticing the ridiculed other is us.
Acknowledging this preserves Decency."
MaGoo was a Decent man by most accounts. He was never accused of intending cruelty. Quite the opposite, he was, by all accounts, an innocent, guilty of perhaps, at worst, naivety, at best, a tenacious ignorance. He never knew what he didn’t suspect, and he apparently never suspected anything nefarious about anybody, including himself. His sole sin, if, indeed, this could be counted as a sin, was his steadfast refusal to wear glasses. Being extremely near-sighted, this insistence produced hilarious results as he continually misidentified virtually everything he encountered. He could have easily qualified as The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat, had he been married. He was not ‘touched in the head,’ as was often said in his day, but tenaciously ignorant of the world he inhabited. Because he never knew better, he never suffered. He continually encountered life-threatening situations without once suffering any adverse consequences. It was as if he carried a guardian angel on his shoulders, or one carried him on hers.
In my youth, I watched MaGoo’s antics as portrayed on a cartoon series.
MotiveToDecency
William Merritt Chase: Alice (1892)
"It's me, mustering my own Decency for its own sake. That's plenty."
It doesn’t seem fair that Decency doesn’t bestow special privileges on those who practice it. The Decent get sick and die at pretty much the same rate as the indecent do, so Decency might not provide any evolutionary advantage. Likewise, we see Decent people being taken advantage of, despite their good records. Decency also seems like a difficulty when compared to its alternatives. Just appearing upstanding can prove exhausting, and maintaining a Decent reputation can sometimes seem life-threatening. Those who cut corners without remorse might seem to inhabit the most advantageous universe. Someone else absorbs their overhead costs while Decency spends extra resources dotting their ‘t’s and crossing their ‘i’s. Why?
The MotiveToDecency mystifies me.
MisDirection
Jean Daullé: The Magic Lantern (1757)
"Why, then, does Decency so often prevail?"
Contrary to popular misconception, Decency is not necessarily in a competition with indecency. They might both exist on some imaginary continuum, but that line bisects dimensions as well as linear space. It’s more diagonal than level, and not necessarily a straight or narrow line connecting the two poles, which cannot be adequately characterized as opposites without ignoring some rather obvious similarities. One continuing challenge stems from the straightforward-seeming notion of good and bad, beneficial and evil. Decency isn’t necessarily without sin, and indecency doesn’t always qualify as even a venial sin. Decency might satisfy convention while offending with pretension. Indecency might occasionally be absolutely necessary. Let he without indecency cast the first stone.
Indecency might seem to lack the discipline necessary to fully abide by the rules.
Disgust
Pieter van den Berge: Disgust (1675 to 1737)
A man, and face, sitting on the ground, his legs and arms rejecting to the left.
"We bring the conversation around to less upsetting topics before the dessert course gets served to aid digestion."
I feel odd mentioning this, but I’ve been noticing Disgust being expressed whenever Decent people gather these days. I’d never before closely associated Disgust and Decency, but upon deeper reflection, I suppose it makes sense that they might commonly appear together. You see, the Decent possess a palate capable of sensing the sorts of dysfunction capable of producing Disgust. Some seem to be able to engage in most any lowlife activity without turning their stomach, while others find revolting displays entertaining. Those who find cage fighting diverting, for example, probably aren’t the same ones who attend symphony concerts. I understand that the standards by which audiences judge performances have changed over the generations; nobody gives a second’s thought these days to watching a bloody murder mystery over dinner.
Some core discerning Decencies remain.
Disgrace
Anonymous Italian, Venetian: Book IX.5.
Roman consuls are sent under the yoke of Samnites
and are exposed to disgrace {Primae Decadis Liber Nonus p. LXXV}
Series/Book Title: Illustrations from Livy, Decades. Venice, Philipp Pincio, September 27, 1511
(1493)
"Wherever Decency seems endangered, some Disgrace is being denied."
Indecency seems to be somehow related to Disgrace, though I’m uncertain which serves as the chicken and which as the egg. Does indecency follow Disgrace, or does Disgrace trail indecency? I sense that Decency does not know Disgrace intimately, if at all, and that Disgrace often accompanies a fall, again, as either cause or effect, perhaps either. What does it matter? I’m toying with a proposal that indecency often accompanies Disgrace and seems to be frequently employed to attempt to cloak its presence. A fear of Disgrace might frequently justify indecent behavior, such that where indecency thrives, Disgrace appears to be hiding nearby. In this sense, indecency serves as a tell that some potentially embarrassing truth might be lurking. What might seem like run-of-the-mill cruelty, for instance, might distract from some deeper depravity.
Certainly, where indecency seems to thrive, depravity seems to follow right behind, or perhaps it leads.
ThanksTaking
Jacques Callot: Avarice -
Series/Book Title: Seven Deadly Sins (17th century)
"Our fathers grant to thee, expanding liberty, of this we sing. Land where our father's tried to live genuinely Decent lives, protect us by thy light, let freedom ring!"
Continuing their War on Decency, the administration, utterly uninterested in administering anything, continued eroding our foundational liberties by severely wounding one of our most treasured traditions: Thanksgiving, and defiling it by denying food assistance to the most vulnerable thirteen percent of our citizens, thereby eroding the sense of plenty usually accompanying the harvest season, replacing it with a deepening sense of dread. Further, the Federal machinery began dismantling our air traffic control system by withholding air traffic controller paychecks, prompting them to call in sick in record numbers, resulting in a spate of near misses, clear signs of an overloaded system. The administration began shutting down pieces of that system, cancelling service, thereby threatening the usual migrations homeward common to this season. Thanksgiving has this year been subsumed by a deepening sense of ThanksTaking.
Who thought it possible that anyone or anything could deeply wound our native optimism?
Weekly Writing Summary For The Week Ending 11/06/2025
J. H. W. Tischbein: Three Beavers Building a Dam (c. 1800)
ABOUT THIS ARTWORK
Johann Heinrich Wilhelm Tischbein experimented with animal physiognomy in many drawings. Inspired by the Swiss philosopher Johann Kaspar Lavater, the artist believed a person’s character depended on the animal he resembled. As Tischbein wrote in 1796, “I have undertaken another [series of drawings] in order to learn more about man. To make this study easier it is necessary to begin with beasts, since they are easier and their characters more evident.” Traditionally busy animals, these furry beavers exhibit human expressions as they focus diligently on the difficult task of stemming an exuberant waterfall.
This writing week brought an end to Daylight Saving Time, ushering in my overlong season of early darkness and gratefully earlier sunrises. I was going to be up anyway, so I appreciate early daylight almost as much as I revile early dusk. This writing week also marked the end of the overlong baseball season, a national pastime that consumed more than its fair share of my time toward the end of the Series. Halloween visited, christening our refurbished porch with treat-seekers and kid footprints. I celebrated with Treating. I explored the metaphor of Decency as Dust. I found it surprisingly satisfying before delving into barking Madness, not as metaphor but as practice, as presently practiced by our increasingly hapless incumbent. I explored the proliferation of what I labeled ‘UmUrgencies,’ ineptness-caused emergencies invariably responded to ineptly, too. I found some solace in writing about Derision’s generally impotent attempts to discourage Decency. Then I ended this writing week by reminding myself and my readers that Decency almost exclusively comes in remarkably small packages. Thank you for following along here!
SmallDecencies
M.E. Edwards: Full of worries (1892 - 1905)
Gallery Text: Sheet with 6 representations of different kinds, including representations of a man who finds a sick boy on the street, a traveler who eats his bread and a man who makes wooden dolls. Between the images, verses in book print.
"Decency seems to reliably visit only those not desperately searching for it."
It might be way past time that I clear up one possible misunderstanding: Decencies almost exclusively come in very small packaging. I’m not denigrating grand gestures, for those most certainly have their place. Nor do I badmouth the occasional excesses which add that certain celebratory spirit to life. The grandiose and even the gross definitely have their places, but neither proves necessary nor sufficient to induce the genuinely Decent. Decency almost exclusively appears in tiny sizes, and even when it seems to appear in one of the larger ones, it tends to be some attribute of the thing that carries the Decency within it. The balance usually turns out to be packaging.
The often disappointing attempt to produce grand changes tends to be entirely overshadowed by the tiny, thoughtful gift —the kindergarten artwork, rather than the Hope diamond.
Derision
Pieter van den Berge: Spotting (1675 to 1737)
A standing man with his tongue stuck out and his right hand pointed raised.
"…indecency exhausts itself with its own irrelevance."
Few compliments seem less complementary than Derision, but it tends to be the praise of choice when passed from the indecent toward the Decent. The indecent hold limited resources, certainly less vast than Decency ever commands, so they compensate by making loud noises and dramatic gestures that signify little and mean even less. In any odd moment, their advantage, if only represented in volume, might appear to be overwhelming. They do the lizard dance where they stand tall on their skinny hind legs to appear much larger and more powerful than they actually are, relying upon startle reflex to balance what they not mistakenly understand to be uneven scales. Decency learns not to take those threats too terribly seriously, however otherwise terrible they might seem.
Decency learns this lesson in the oldest of the old-fashioned ways.
UmUrgency
Edward S. Curtis:
Hamatsa Emerging from the Woods - Koskimo
(c. 1914)
“Nobody ever better deserved one of those handbaskets they say we should order.”
Never a day slips by or an afternoon recedes without another crocodile emergency appearing. The indecent house of cards our incumbent and his regrettable cabinet have constructed continually threatens to crumble. They have 911, or its equivalent, on speed dial. It’s always the same pattern: someone tried, or usually actually managed to hoodwink them into believing, but it turns out they were misled. Another hasty response was absolutely necessary lest some situation threaten to get resolved. Each intervention only serves to deepen each dilemma until the administration, which never had any intention of administering anything, feels forced to administer something. Their disinterest seems most manifest then, for their proffered solution always makes the situation worse, often much worse. Then they declare another unqualified success, by which I mean another action in no way qualified to be classified as successful. Then, action properly defended to their own satisfaction if no others, they return to parade rest until another inevitable UmUrgency interrupts their distraction again.
The rhythm of these disruptions has become perfectly predictable.
Madness
James Naumburg Rosenberg:
Mad House (20th century)
"May Decency preserve us until this Madness crumbles."
Occasionally, in the course of human affairs, sanity becomes an impossibility, so Madness takes over for a spell. These periods tend to be brief in the scale of any country’s history, but memorable in terms of lessons learned, or, if not necessarily learned, then lessons experienced. These lessons become uniquely memorable, in part, because they produce devastating results: stock market crashes, wars, famines, and the occasional pestilence and plague. It’s almost as if success became unbearable, so voters opted to try failure for a while. Their world shortly thereafter goes to Hell. That they brought it on themselves complicates responding in any otherwise reasonable fashion, so squabbling consumes what might have been a crisp reply. Countries do tend to eventually achieve recovery, albeit a chastened one. Then comes the painful period where they try to learn something from their experience. Much blame changes hands, and eventually, what will pass for a fresh sanity takes over.
During the period of degradation, Decency becomes a stranger.
Dust
Willem van Konijnenburg:
The re-voting in Groningen (1897-06-27)
"Ditto and more so with Decency."
Think of Decency as Dust, as a sometime annoyance and occasional inconvenience. In this country, Dust is ubiquitous, present regardless of cleanliness habits. It’s probably never not there, but its presence isn’t usually prominent. It’s most appreciated in its absence, for the necessities accompanying its presence tend to inconvenience. It shocks when it finally comes into focus, almost always unexpected. Annually, the knick-knacks get attended to, and a deep sense of significance and gratitude always gets left behind. The Dust was never as rare as was the shocking awareness that it had always been there.
Decency seems the opposite of Dust, that reviled presence that tends to sneak up on us. Decency seems clean by comparison, but think of indecency as mud.
Treating
Yamada HÅgyoku: Bat and Moon (1830s)
"Let tradition bring us through those times when we feel most threatened."
I take refuge in traditional rituals when Decency wears thin. I had forgotten how important Halloween has always been until that first goblin rang the doorbell to threaten me with tricks if I didn’t deliver a treat. The current crop of kids passed muster, mysteriously dressed as current characters. I have to ask what each one ‘is,’ because I don’t get those memos anymore. I wore a vintage Felix the Cat costume in my time, though I doubt any of this year’s crop of costume wearers ever knew to remember who Felix was. One came bare-chested in the chill. One wore an inflatable T-Rex suit that probably snagged on the rose bushes that line our front walk. Many forgot to declare, “Trick or Treat,” and needed to be reminded to fulfill their part of the performance. I felt like I inhabited a Norman Rockwell painting or a vintage Walt Disney movie, experiences I had been in sore need of believing in again.
Kids these days don’t much go in for tricking, certainly not on the scale kids did in my grandfather’s youth.
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