Podcast Episode: Art And Melancholy In Rain

Pip: Ghost Dog is back, and apparently grief, rain, and the Romantics all showed up at the same time — which, honestly, tracks.

Mara: Benn Bell has two posts out this week. We're looking at Delacroix's intimate early take on sacred mourning, and then a short, rain-soaked meditation that braids Nietzsche, Dylan, and the weight of the present moment. Let's start with the painting.

Romantic Painting And Sacred Imagery

Pip: The question here is what Delacroix chose to center — and why that choice still lands nearly two centuries later.

Mara: The post frames it precisely: "By naming it Saint Mary Magdalene at the Foot of the Cross, the emphasis is explicitly placed on her human experience and emotional desolation, rather than just the grander theological event."

Pip: So the theological apparatus steps back, and what you're left with is a portrait of grief as its own subject — not a backdrop to doctrine, but the whole point.

Mara: And the timing matters. This is 1829, Delacroix consolidating his place at the head of the French Romantic movement. The post notes this is early work — concentrated and intimate compared to his later, larger, more chaotic crucifixion scenes. The scale is deliberate. It hangs now in the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston.

Pip: Small canvas, enormous feeling. The Romantics had a gift for making compression feel like pressure.

Mara: That intimacy is exactly what distinguishes it. Where the later works sprawl into spectacle, this one holds still with her.

Pip: Which brings us somewhere quieter — rain, and what you do with a heavy afternoon.

Rain, Music, And Reflection

Mara: The post called "Rain" is short and almost entirely made of borrowed voices — but the arrangement is the argument.

Pip: The post opens with the frame and doesn't let go: "Heavy rain sometimes comes with a heavy heart. Reading Nietzsche in the morning and listening to Dylan in the afternoon."

Mara: What that gets you is a particular kind of day — the philosophical and the musical running in parallel, both tuned to something difficult. Dylan's lines surface directly: a hard rain is going to fall, we live in a political world, when teardrops fall, everything is broken.

Pip: Three Dylan songs, one weather system, and Nietzsche before noon. That's a mood with real structural integrity.

Mara: The juxtaposition does the work a longer piece might over-explain. The rain is context, and also conclusion.


Pip: Grief in oil, grief in rain — the week's posts share a key.

Mara: Both find the human scale inside something larger. More from Ghost Dog next time.

Squirrel Hunting

“The quality of mercy is not strained. It falls to the ground like the gentle rain.” – William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

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The best way to shoot a squirrel is with a camera. When I was a young man I used to hunt squirrels with a 12 gauge shotgun. Now that I have grown older and have been influenced by Buddhism I have lost my taste for killing.

Once, when I was a teenager visiting my grandfather’s farm in Kentucky, I was out early one morning  with the shotgun. As I came upon the grainery in the early morning mist I noticed a motion just to my right. A groundhog had just climbed a fence post and was sitting on top of it just as pretty as you please.

Well, I drew a bead on the varmint and slowly cocked back the hammer of the single action shotgun. I had him in my sights and I wrapped my finger around the trigger and took a deep breath as I prepared to pull the trigger. But something happened at that moment. I began to think about what a cute little feller he was and he was well known to the family and everyone would be unhappy if I shot the creature.

I looked down the barrel of the gun and in my minds eye I shot the groundhog but I could not bring myself to actually kill he beast.  I slowly applied the web of my right thumb to the cocked hammer of the gun and gently released it to the non-firing position. The ground hog ran off to live another day.

I had an epiphany that day. One might say a moment of clarity. And I learned a valuable lesson that day about the use and abuse of power: It is more powerful to exercise mercy  by granting life than it is to execute an innocent creature who only wants to live as much as you do. I never killed again after that.