tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593664.post8281871529669190339..comments2024-03-22T14:13:55.418-07:00Comments on wmtc: robert fisk, rest in powerlaura khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05524593142290489958noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593664.post-10694103213662868372020-11-19T12:32:42.595-08:002020-11-19T12:32:42.595-08:00As I read your words and his, I can still hear his...As I read your words and his, I can still hear his voice in my head. He had a distinctive voice that I got to hear twice in talks he gave. At both of them, I was struck by the large size and diversity of the audience, diverse in age and political orientation mostly, and this in the middle of Texas. His death does diminish us, yes. I recently listened to a 2015 talk he gave where he lamented the reduced familiarity with language today, saying that teacher friends of his had told him that young students today find texts from World War I difficult to understand, not the events described but the wording and the vocabulary. He wondered if his writings would be as incomprehensible to young people just ten or twenty years from now as centuries-old Beowulf is to us today. So many greats have died this year, elders like Fisk and Stephen F. Cohen as well as younger lights like David Graeber and Michael Brooks.deanghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10918376599053837764noreply@blogger.com