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Owen White, who sometimes comments here, is asking a number of people 10 questions, including me. The questioned comprise a pretty wide swathe of  humanity: from a monarchist monk to a socialist, with lots of contemporary Orthodox and Catholic writers and thinkers, including a representative or two of  the emerging New Catholic Left, which is nothing like your mother’s Catholic Left. What all these folks do have in common is an abhorrence of capitalism, the economic system from Hell. Here are my answers, along with Owen’s introduction, which I have filed away for days when I feel alone and misunderstood. Though the Trollope comment is not accurate at all. Clerks spend their days indoors with forms and numbers and bureaucratic nonsense. Carriers are outdoors most of the day and the work is physical and often grueling, just about the coolest working class job around, quiet,solitary, clean, plus you work even in inclement weather. Owen has promised to answer the ten questions himself, which I will publish here. You can see his other interviewees here, on the sidebar:http://theochlophobist.blogspot.com/

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Daniel Nichols. Writer. Painter. Iconographer. Postman. Daniel blogs at Caelum Et Terra (he will hit his 10 year mark in January!). Prior to that he edited and wrote for the physical Caelum et Terra journal, which is where I first encountered his work. I was working at Loome Theological Booksellers in the 90s, and my good friend Chris Lentz, a manager there, had every copy of Caelum, all of which I devoured, cover to cover, over the course of a few months.

Trying to make the Leftist sentiments I was raised with fit into a “faithful to the magisterium” American Catholic ideological framework, I looked to Catholic agrarianism as a potential way out of the godawfulness I saw in those camps influenced by the likes of Neuhaus, Fr. Fessio, and Tom Monaghan. I had gone to the occasional Chesterton Society meetings, and had met a lot of self-proclaimed distributists via my position at Loome’s, but it was very obvious that none of those folks had a damn clue what farming life or even working American life was like. Most of them were very poorly read as well. Hell, the head of the Chesterton Society in the U.S. was there in MN, a frequent visitor of ours at the store, and I still chuckle when thinking about this guy who lived smack dab in the middle of the suburb that is home to the Mall of America, and made his very much not untypical middle class life work by being a lawyer for some super rich rancher who was suing the U.S. govt because the Air Force flew over his ranch, this Chestertonian guru having on the side (and later as his bread and butter, thanks EWTN) a hobby preaching to American Catholics about the wonders of guilds and the agrarian life. But that sort of thing was not at all anomalous — I heard so many times in those circles men who had zero working class life experience wax on regarding how guilds needed to replace unions and how Social Security and all the apparatus of the nanny state was actually hurting the working classes, and so forth.

But with Daniel I found a voice that wasn’t like these. Someone who actually knew something about actual work, and actual farming. He wanted that agrarian dream to work too, and the history of the in print Caelum could be said, among other things, to be a maturing realization that agrarianisms and the like were simply not going to provide a way out of our late modern, late capitalist existential and religious and social predicaments. Daniel laid it all on the table. He still does.

Daniel, on his blog and others, and on social media, serves as a prick to the consciences of middle class (and wealthier) American Catholics who want to rest in their petty and determinedly ignorant addictions to movement conservative Paul Ryan / Raymond Arroyo and/or libertarian Acton Instituteish patronizing tropes regarding what working people in America need to do and have done for them in order to thrive. He is that rarest of birds – an actual working class person who has lived the life he was supposed to (big batch of kids, etc.) by conservative and trad Cath standards, someone who understands First Things / EWTN neo-Catholicism, and can speak that language, but yet has the real working class knowledge and life experience to speak to the bullshit that is that aggregate of “believing” American Catholic answers to social ills and political and economic policy postures. And the integrity of his life and his writing is not as easily dismissed as it is ignored.

One of the most compelling, interesting, and exemplary posts that brings out the milieu Daniel is great at cultivating is his now famous (and in some circles infamous)  NFP post and thread. It might take you some days to read all (as of this writing) 770 comments, but it is worth the read if you are at all interested in American Catholic ideology and experience regarding birth control.

(https://caelumetterra.wordpress.com/2011/07/17/is-natural-family-planning-really-natural/)

Both sides and all sorts of experiences present their cases and their stories and their arguments, and the result is such that anyone who comes away from it feeling triumphant and confident about their beliefs about ABC and NFP and the like must be either a blazing idiot or demon possessed.

Daniel has been a thorn in my side on occasion, and I in his on perhaps more occasions. I tend to be sympathetic, in principle if not in immediate advocacy (for tactical reasons) to old Leftist “solutions” to certain problems. Daniel tends to stress mercy and non-violence and all that jazz. I suppose we are good for each other in any number of ways. Daniel has become a friend, one I trust, and one whose life narrative and writing I hold in very high regard.

And that he is a postman gives him all the more charm, especially as he so often writes of his working life, particularly the walks and conversations he has. I like to think of Daniel as a radical, working class Trollope (who worked for the Royal Mail as a bureaucrat and inspector) for our generation.

Here are Daniel’s answers to my 10 questions:

1. A friend offers to make all social/vocational/financial arrangements in order that you may spend 3 months in the location of your choosing. Anywhere in the world. Where would you go, and during what season?

DN: Family legend says that before my father’s family were in Ireland, where the name was ‘Nicol’, they had come from the Isle of Skye, in the Scottish Hebrides. Irish genealogy generally hits a dead end in the 18th century, but there is a Nicolson clan on Skye and I generally trust oral tradition. The place has always seemed magical to me, so Skye beginning in very early Spring.

2. A friend who has suffered considerably in recent years asks you to recommend a novel that you found moving, and/or which helped frame how you view human life. Which novel would you recommend?

DN: I am not aware of a novel that formed me in any great way. I would suggest instead to read the gospel of John.

3. You may have any (living) musician or group of musicians in the world come perform a concert at the location of your choosing for you and your friends and whomever else you would invite. What musician(s)at what venue would you choose?

DN: Are Fleet Foxes still together? If so, that would be great, and the venue would be my friend Will Hoyt’s farm in the eastern Ohio hills. Before they are all fracked up.

4. If you had to work with your hands in order to make a living(trade, craft, manual work of some sort) what tactile vocation would you like to do?

DN: I would paint, as I do now, except make a living at it. And I once sculpted in stone, and loved it, though I would want to use sharper chisels than I did.

5. Describe a garden, or a field, or a forest that was or is important or notable in your life.

DN: Five minutes from my house there is a state nature preserve, the Jackson Bog, around 90 acres of fine low wooded hills and ponds and fen, which has been a source of sanity for me through the years.

6. You may have a meal and drinks with any living person on earth with whom you have never had a conversation. Name the meal, the drinks, and the person.

DN: I would do what I do now, stop at the Wooster Brewery for an IPA after work and strike up a conversation with whoever is sitting next to me. The clientele is so diverse there that it is nearly always fascinating.

7. Name a painting that has moved you (and perhaps tell us why).

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DN: The Annunciation by Fra Angelico, at San Marco’s in Florence. This mural is at the top of the stairs, and the serenity and the purity of color is breathtaking, not captured at all in reproductions.

8. A student tells you that she plans on memorizing one poem, and intends to recite that poem at least once a week for the rest of her life. She asks you for your recommendation for said poem. What poem do you recommend?

DN: ‘The Waking’ by Theodore Roethke, my favorite poet; the second poem with this title that he wrote, the one that begins ‘I wake to sleeping and take my waking slow’.

The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

9. Describe your ideal quotidian evening? [Nothing special, but as you like things to go.]

DN: A quiet evening, uninterrupted, with my bride. With eight kids this pretty much never happens.

10. You are on a nose-diving plane that is obviously going to crash,bringing about your certain death. You intuit that you have between 30 and 60 seconds before you lose consciousness. What words come to mind during this last bit of time you are alive?

DN: Dear God.

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