The End Of American Digest

One year ago today, the faithful readers of American Digest logged on to find the plug had finally been pulled.
We were all lucky really; per Gerard’s instructions, American Digest could have gone dark in January.
Another year later and the site is still missed.
I wonder if Gerard and Ol’ Remus got together …
Thanks for the extra time, Neo … and the books.

I’ve been online for a long time, since 1988, in one form or another. Have “met” prolly a thousand people. Some good, some not so good. In that time, roughly 38 years, 2 people stand out as monuments.
Gerard and Remus.
From the first time I encountered Gerard’s site it became a multi-daily excursion. As per his schedule, Remus’s site was a much anticipated weekly event – though I sometimes stopped in to verify something I had read.
Both were unique and both some how touched something in me, intellectually and emotionally.
Is it possible to become addicted to another person, of the same gender, that you have never met? That sounds a little creepy and maybe I shouldn’t have written it. But it’s true.
They were different kinds of “friends”, unique through technology. Something that had never been done before in the history of man.
It’s possible to reach out into the unknown and “touch” someone or something. I got value from these 2 people and I’m glad I knew them.
Peace, out.
My sincerest “Thanks”.
It was a wonderful time with Gerard.
We’re lucky you took the reins, DT.
Ghost, Joe and Jean: I have nothing more worthwhile to add to your comments.
DT and Neo: Thank you.
And Ghost, I like the way you expressed your creepy thought.
What GrayDog said.
I saw the post headline, jumped to the wrong conclusion and said, oh, HAIL no, not this one too!
Glad to be wrong, yet again.
Ghostie’s comment about Remus and Gerard brings to mind John Donne’s “no man is an island” poem. We are diminished.
No Man Is an IslandNo man is an island,
Entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
As well as if a promontory were:
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were.
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
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Analysis (ai): The poem argues human interconnectedness through geographical metaphors, suggesting individual existence relies on collective humanity. It presents death as a universal experience that erodes communal bonds. The piece underscores shared vulnerability.
Metaphorical Language: The “island/continent” duality frames isolation versus unity, while “clod” and “promontory” equate minor and major losses. “Bell tolls” transforms a daily church ritual into a memento mori, merging spiritual and literal communal practices.
Form and Structure: Fragmented lines mirror the fragmentation of humanity it warns against. Repetition of “as well as” emphasizes equivalency between small and large losses, amplifying the central thesis through syntactic parallelism.
Historical and Linguistic Context: Written during Protestant-Catholic tensions, the poem’s focus on universal human bonding contrasts with religious divides of Donne’s England. References to “Europe” reflect early modern geopolitical awareness amid continental wars.
Comparison to Other Works: Unlike Donne’s erotic paradoxes in earlier poems (“The Flea”), this devotional work from “Meditation XVII” prioritizes collective spirituality over individual wit. Its directness contrasts with his complex metaphysical conceits.
Less-Discussed Angle: The poem’s economic language (“manor,” “main”) subtly critiques aristocratic individualism, framing land ownership as insignificant against mortality—an unusual stance from a Dean of St. Paul’s embedded in hierarchical society.
Archaic Language: “Thee/thine” creates liturgical solemnity, evoking prayer books of Donne’s time. “Clod” (earth clump) grounds abstraction in tactile imagery, typical of his concrete metaphysical style.
Era Norms: Rejects Renaissance humanist individualism by prioritizing collective identity. Resonates with plague-era literature emphasizing communal fragility, yet departs from contemporary elegies by avoiding personal grief.
Obscurity Nuance: Often excerpted from “Meditation XVII,” its standalone popularity overshadows the prose meditation’s exploration of illness and divine refinement—context that sharpens its urgency.
Final Imperative: The closing command shifts from meditation to warning, mirroring Donne’s sermons where rhetorical questions become calls to action. This contrasts with his lyric poems’ unresolved tensions.
https://allpoetry.com/No-man-is-an-island
So grateful to you, DT, for keeping this little band of American Digest groupies
together. I still have my 2 or 3 personal e-mails from Gerard on my past
e-mails list; can’t seem to erase them. He is also one of the 11 people, which includes my parents & children, I pray for
every day.
I’m glad to do my little bit. I’m not Gerard … but then how many one-of-a-kinds can we expect?
Aren’t we all one-of-a-kinds in our own way?