Marcia Christoff-Kurapovna is an occasional contributor to The Imaginative Conservative. She works in public relations for a high-tech firm and is the author of a forthcoming novel and a collection of essays. As an overseas correspondent, her work has appeared in The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, The Economist and Foreign Affairs, among many other publications. Her first book, on the monarchist-communist civil war in Yugoslavia during World War II, was published in 2010. She studied in New York City and lived over a decade in Vienna, Austria.
The world has long sought to explain the mysteries of madness and genius and has largely failed to do so. Perhaps the better idea would be simply to allow madness and genius to go on explaining the world’s own mysteries to itself... Today’s offering in our...
The “beautiful violence” of Old Masters painting, a magnificence rooted in the study of Light and Dark as technique, as style, but most of all as a symbolic representation of the very essence of life on earth, remains timeless for its sublime understanding of that which for...
More than just the ultimate inflation hedge, the wealth of Nature—gold, forests, land, agriculture—and the cautious stewardship of these tangible assets over easily-inflated government "IOU’s" is what distinguishes wealth from riches... When King Louis XII, in the year 1499, formed the project of taking the Dukedom of...
Only where Democracy and Aristocracy are harmonized and unified culturally can a nation really be healthy and advanced; its history becomes the awe of the world... “Be it known to you that a son is born to me; but I thank the gods not much that...
To understand the journey of the human imagination across civilizations and centuries, one must grasp how the utterly fascinating Hellenic invention of the “democratized” concept of moral judgment in the afterlife came into its beautiful philosophical maturity... And so they came to Rome —Acts IV.
Sphinx-like Lebanon—best known for its businessmen, bankers, and civil wars—is the ultimate example in explaining the inexplicable in the Mideast... If the dog now wants something, he wags his tail; impatient of Master’s stupidity in not understanding the perfectly distinct and expressive speech, he adds vocal...
Is Time itself best understood by those things in life which are Time-less? Such is the main question posed in The Habsburg Manifesto. Habsburg is not a political play but a philosophical one, whose main theme is the inner nobility of the individual as that which withstands...
There is that special category of exquisite, practical gift that, by the very nature of its fussy simplicity, imparts an unusual kind of sensuousness to the beholder, who thus becomes the proud owner of a refined bit...
The narrative quality of yacht-building—the poetry, the lore—does not exist today. Lost is the craft of designers like William Fife III, who bestowed the ever-changing, fickle waters of the sea with modern meaning and contemporary epic... ...
"The East is another name for the West"—Sufi proverb
In Memory of Stephen J. Masty T.E. Lawrence
When, in happier days, she was inscrutable "Arabia," and felix the plucky cognomen-ex-virtute honoring a mythological lineage...
Today’s offering in our Timeless Essay series affords our readers the opportunity to explore the importance of the idea of the forest to man's notions of his "rootedness" and his destiny, and of time. —W. Winston Elliott III, Publisher
“A post-mortem examination of the brain of Nietzsche might conceivably show us the particular atypical form of paralysis from which he died. But what would this have to do with Zarathustra?” — Carl Gustav Jung Ezra Pound
For my brother
Rather, I would have liked
that we had been golden siblings,
arm-in-arm along the lakeshore,
or hair flying on white bicycles,
past the haunted mansions,
past the boat clubs and peaks of clean sail
fluttering on blue sheets...
"... then Perceval was told that because he did not ask why the Lance bled or whom the Grail served, his land would become even more waste and desolate..."
—Arthur C. L. Brown, The Bleeding Lance (1910)
