Welcome to SouthernCrossReview's hundredth anniversary issue. Well, at least its hundredth issue. SCR appears every two months, so that means we go back sixteen years. If any of you dedicated readers would like to see what the first issue looked like, click here. While preparing this “centennial” issue, I checked out Number One myself and found such a shamelessly romantic love story there that it almost brought tears – as though someone else had written it. So I decided to run it again here. See below under Fiction “The Girl in the Floppy Hat”. You will also find some poems here from that long ago and far away issue.
Dementia - Anthroposophical Perspectives (Book Review) by Judith von Halle
von Halle is mostly known for her books and lectures about the life and meaning
of Jesus Christ. In this book she concentrates on a medical phenomenon which
today has taken on the characteristics of a plague. Senility, involving short
term memory loss and the general weakening of mental faculties associated with
old age, has been known for centuries, but the illness we now call dementia or,
in its more extreme stages, Alzheimer’s disease, has become more and more
prevalent in modern society. Not only the aged are affected, but symptoms have
been detected increasingly in the middle-aged, even in children.
The Girl in the Floppy Hat by Frank Thomas Smith
trips to the States, on family business or just business, were almost always
uneventful. But the last two had been the most eventful journeys of my life.
The first began with a four-hour bus ride from my home in a remote corner of
Argentina to the city of Córdoba, where I entered a travel agency a few minutes
after three in the afternoon and approached Luciano's desk. He stood up, smiled
automatically and held out his hand. As I took it his smile vanished as quickly
as it had appeared and he said, "You traveling today...or tomorrow?"
and I knew something was wrong. "Today,
of course." He
looked at me, obviously puzzled, then shrugged. "Correct, no problem. For
some reason I thought it was tomorrow."
La Chica del Sombrero con Volado
Mis infrecuentes viajes a los Estados Unidos, por cuestiones de familia o de negocios, no tenían casi nunca nada de especial. Pero los dos últimos fueron los viajes más especiales de mi vida. El primero comenzó con una travesía de cuatro horas en ómnibus desde mi casa en un remoto rincón de la Argentina hasta la ciudad de Córdoba, donde entré a una agencia de viajes unos minutos después de las tres de la tarde y me dirigí al escritorio de Luciano. Él se puso de pie, sonrió automáticamente y me extendió la mano. Ni bien se la estreché la sonrisa desapareció de su cara con tanta rapidez como había aparecido, mientras me decía:--¿Viaja hoy...o mañana? --y yo supe que algo andaba mal. --Hoy, por supuesto. Me miró, su sorpresa era evidente, y se encogió de hombros. --Correcto, no hay problema. Por alguna razón pensé que era mañana... Continuar
My Heart is Promised to the King by Victorino Briones
He is dressed in white and wears glasses. He has a long face, with a beard,
soft hands, his fingernails are trimmed, clean and polished. On his chest is
the imperial scorpion insignia. He is an important man. My commandant addresses
him as Minister as he goes out and leaves us alone in his office.
He introduces himself as Minister Ismail Najjar and begins to explain to me the
work that the King has been doing. Our country, K--, lies nested within Jordan,
Syria and Israel. We often have to defend ourselves against terrorists. The
Israeli-Palestinian conflict causes tensions to rise in the region. As mediator
in the area, the King is like the good uncle in an unhappy family who settles
quarrels, says the Minister. Without him the Middle East would explode into
La Scomessa (The Bet)
by Gaither Stewart
and Zero have just consumed first one bottle, then a second of a classic
Chianti at the City Lights Bar near the local train station in the north Rome suburb of Giustiniana. The two men have been close friends ever since they were
classmates in an elementary school downtown. To the desperation of their wives
they often go off on escapades which they always try to combine with something
out of the ordinary on the outcome of which they make challenging bets. Any
occasion is sufficient reason to celebrate and act younger than they are -- and
bet on it...
Mystic Stones by Rudy Ravindra
Ranga Rao taught physics at Bangalore university. He used to give the
same lectures semester after semester. So much so, he didn’t
need to prepare for his classes, and lectured extemporaneously on
Ohm’s law or Raman spectrum or whatever was the topic of the
day. His day was prosaically predictable with teaching, meeting
students during his office hours, and attending faculty meetings. His
leisure hours were spent in his garden. He enjoyed handling plants,
pruning, adding fresh soil and fertilizer, and watering. He was
passionate about his garden, and proud of the colorful flowering
bushes in his small backyard...
Juancito Hummingbird by Frank Thomas Smith
Juancito (which means
Johnny in Spanish) was more proud of his hair than anything else.
Every time his mother wanted to take him to the barber he protested
so much that she finally gave in and Juancito let his hair grow till
it reached almost to his waist. It was blond, curly and shiny y
Juancito sometimes let it fall down his back, and other times he tied
it back with a rubber-band. Even the girls envied him. One day something very
strange happened: his hair began to fall out. “Hey, Juancito,”
a friend said, “what happened to your hair? Soon you’ll
look like Michael Jordan.” But Juancito didn’t
want to look like Michael Jordan. All he wanted was to have his hair
Juancito Colibrí por Frank Thomas Smith
Lo que más
orgullo le daba a Juancito era su pelo. Protestaba tanto cada vez que
su mamá quería llevarlo al peluquero, que ella
finalmente se dio por vencida, y Juancito se dejó crecer el
pelo casi hasta a la cintura. Era un pelo rubio, rizado y brillante,
y Juancito a veces se lo dejaba suelto sobre la espalda y, otras
veces, se lo ataba atrás con una banda elástica. Hasta
las niñas se lo envidiaban. Un día ocurrió
algo extraordinario que lo llenó de horror: el pelo se le
empezó a caer. Un compañero del colegio le dijo en
broma: –Eh, Juancito, ¿qué le pasa a tu pelo?
Pronto te vas a parecer a Michael Jordan.Pero Juancito no quería
parecerse a Michael Jordan. Lo único que quería era
volver a tener el pelo como antes... Continuar
This is Water by David Foster Wallace
Greetings and congratulations to Kenyon's graduating class of 2005.
There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to
meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says
"Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish
swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the
other and goes "What the hell is water?"
This is a standard requirement of US commencement speeches, the
deployment of didactic little parable-ish stories.
to Turn a Nightmare into a Fairy Tale - 40
Years Later, Will the End Games in Iraq and Afghanistan Follow the
Vietnam Playbook? by Christian Appy
If our wars in the Greater Middle East ever end, it’s
a pretty safe bet that they will end badly -- and it won't be the
first time. The “fall of Saigon” in 1975 was the
quintessential bitter end to a war. Oddly enough, however, we’ve
since found ways to reimagine that denouement which miraculously
transformed a failed and brutal war of American aggression into a
tragic humanitarian rescue mission. Our most popular Vietnam
end-stories bury the long, ghastly history that preceded the “fall,”
while managing to absolve us of our primary responsibility for
creating the disaster. Think of them as silver-lining tributes to
good intentions and last-ditch heroism that may come in handy in the
Evolution - The Hidden Thread by John Davy
Anyone who studies Rudolf
Steiner's teachings will soon realise that the descriptions he gives of the way
man has evolved are not easy to reconcile with the descriptions given by modern
science. The purpose of this article is to try and indicate how some of the
difficulties may be resolved. When Darwin was born,
the idea of evolution was already percolating, so to speak, into men's
minds. Darwin's great achievement was to put forward a theory to explain
evolution, and to collect a vast number of facts to back it up. He suggested
that evolution could be brought about by 'natural selection'. That is, any
variations in the 'normal' displayed by an animal would confer on it either
advantage or a disadvantage in the 'struggle for existence'...
Evolución - El hilo oculto por John Davy
Quienquiera que estudie
las enseñanzas de Rudolf Steiner habrá de notar enseguida que las descripciones
que él da sobre la forma en que ha evolucionado el hombre no son fáciles de
conciliar con las descripciones que da la ciencia moderna. El propósito del
presente artículo es tratar de mostrar cómo se pueden resolver algunas de las
Darwin nació, la idea de la evolución ya se estaba filtrando, por así
decirlo, en las mentes humanas. El gran logro de Darwin fue proponer una teoría
para explicar la evolución y reunir un gran número de datos para respaldarla.
Planteó que la evolución podía resultar de la “selección natural”...
"Apologia" concerning the publication of the the First Class Lessons: Apologia
Lessons for the First Class of the School for Spiritual Science at
the Goetheanum - Volume Three, Lesson seven (Recapitulation) by Rudolf Steiner
Since the Christmas Conference an esoteric breath flows through the
whole Anthroposophical Society. And those members of the Anthroposophical
Society who have taken part in the general members' lectures will have noted
how this esoteric breath flows through all the work within the anthroposophical
movement now, and should do so in the future. This was a necessity which, above all, flows from the
spiritual world, from where the revelations come which should live in the
anthroposophical movement. Therefore the necessity arose to create a certain
nucleus for anthroposophical esoteric life, to create real esoteric life, and
therewith the necessity arose to build a bridge to the spiritual world itself.
The Anthroposophical Social Impulse by Michael Schreyer
During the earliest
stages of civilization humanity strove towards the development of social
groupings. The interests of the individual were sacrificed to the interests of
the group; subsequent development led to the liberation of the individual from
the interests of the groups and to the free unfolding of the needs and forces
of the individual. Rudolf Steiner
referred to the Fundamental Sociological Law as a law, meaning that it has the
same stringent effect for society as natural laws have for the realm of nature.
It is a developmental law which unfolds during the march of time...
Karmic Relations, Volume III, Lecture Four by Rudolf Steiner
Today I would like to insert
certain things which will afterwards make it possible for us to
understand more closely the karmic connections of the
Anthroposophical Movement itself. What I wish to say today will take
its start from the fact that there are two groups of human beings in
the Anthroposophical Movement. In general terms I have already
described how the Anthroposophical Movement is composed of the
individuals within it. What I shall say today must of course be taken
in broad outline and as a whole; but there are the two groups
of human beings in the Anthroposophical Movement. The things which I
shall characterise do not lie so obviously spread out ‘on the
palm of the hand,’ as we say. They are by no means such that
crude and simple observation would enable us to say: in the case of
this or that member, it is so or so...
Jardines Lejanos/Distant Gardens by Juan Ramón Jiménez
...He visto en el agua honda ...I have seen in the fountain's
de la fuente, una mujer deep water, a woman
desnuda... He visto en la fronda naked...I have seen in the frond
otra mujer... Quise ver another woman...I wanted to see
cómo estaban los rosales how the rose bushes looked
a la lumbre de la luna, in the splendor of the moon
y encontré rosas carnales. and found carnal roses.
Quise ver el lago, y una I wanted to see the lake, and a
mujer huyó hacia la umbría. woman fled toward the shadows.
Renascence by Edna St. Vincent Millay
All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked another way,
And saw three islands in a bay.
So with my eyes I traced the line
Of the horizon, thin and fine,
Straight around till I was come
Back to where I stated from;
And all I saw from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood.
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