Author Archives: Scott Abbott

About Scott Abbott

Ph.D. in German Literature from Princeton University, 1979. Then I taught at Vanderbilt University, BYU, and Utah Valley State College. At Utah Valley University, I'm Director of the Program in Integrated Studies and former Chair of the Department of Humanities and Philosophy. My publications include a book on Freemasonry and the German Novel, two co-authored books with Zarko Radakovic (published in Serbo-Croatian in Belgrade), and translations of a book by Austrian author Peter Handke and of a catalogue of an exhibit called "The German Army and Genocide." More famously, my children are in the process of creating good lives for themselves: as a model and manager, as a teacher of Chinese language, as a watershed scientist and science writer, as a jazz musician, as a corrections officer, as university students, and as parents. I share my life with UVU historian Lyn Bennett and our yellow dog Blue. Some publications at http://works.bepress.com/scott_abbott/

Notebooks

I’m writing a biography, of sorts, of Zarko Radakovic. Fragments of biography. Flights of fancy interspersed with passages from my notebooks. Reading through a notebook I filled on a trip to Alsace and Paris (in Paris I met Zarko and … Continue reading

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Zarko’s Notebook/My Notebook

The previous two posts featured Alex’s notebook and Peter Handke’s notebook . Now Zarko’s notebook with spaces left for drawings by Nina Pops: As I work on my half of our book “We: A Friendship,” I leaf through my own notebooks … Continue reading

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Peter Handke: Drawings from Notebooks

After posting some pages from Alex’s three new books I found this current exhibition of drawings from Peter Handke’s notebooks at the Galerie Klaus Gerrit Friese in Berlin. Both authors draw and write and write and draw. Neither is a … Continue reading

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It rains even on who’s wet: POMS 2005 by Alex Caldiero

Alex’s new work — newly presented, that is, since these are taken from his notebooks written and drawn in 2005. Words are no longer “enough like things,” a poem in the first volume complains, and one way to read these … Continue reading

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Resurrection / Auferstehung / Anastasis

Spent the last couple of days working on the metaphor of standing in Dostoevsky’s novel The Idiot. A copy of Hans of Holbein’s painting of the dead Christ hanging in Rogozhin’s apartment  is key to my thinking, raising questions of … Continue reading

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Standing as Metaphor

Working this summer on a book I began thinking about while still teaching at Vanderbilt University in the 1980’s. The first chapter explores the metaphor of standing in Sophocles’ Oedipus the King and in Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis.” What does it meaning … Continue reading

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Memorial Day

  My dad, just out of high school, on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for flight training. This led to his service as navigator of a B-29 flying from Tinian and Iwo Jima to bomb Japan. Here’s what I write … Continue reading

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Both Sides, Now

Joni Mitchell’s song “Both Sides, Now,” has haunted me since the first summer I worked as a roughneck in Eloy and Wickenburg Arizona. Cloud illusions, life’s illusions — she knows the other, real, troubled side and still, it is the illusions … Continue reading

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Der Himmel über Utah Valley

The evening began with an explosion of light. Hottest May 5th on record. The sun set, accompanied by cloud flourishes. This was the moment I knew it would be an evening of delight. Joy. Clouds blushed to the northeast. Visual … Continue reading

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Another Dose of Immortality

[watercolor by John Abbott]   Horror Vacui   The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen … Continue reading

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