Reductionists and sadists get the same thrills
Reductionists and sadistsGet the same thrillsThey’re only really happy whenThe spirit-blood spills. Sarah de Nordwall 1997
Reductionists and sadistsGet the same thrillsThey’re only really happy whenThe spirit-blood spills. Sarah de Nordwall 1997
There is a place Where standardised thoughtWill lead, if you care to go.Why so few see, where the path leads onIs hard to say, or know. The road takes little effortAs it slopes and twists and winds,But when you arrive, you’ll know the place;The container of abandoned minds. Its walls are sheer consensusTheir surface, entirely…
I’ve been browsing again through the book that Helen lent me, Fr Thomas Dubay’s “The Evidential Power of beauty – Science and theology meet” The quote that opens the book comes from Von Balthasar – “Every experience of beauty, points to infinity“. I highly recommend it for the wet weather; by which I mean that…
Since we seem to be in the era of crumbling dictatorships..it might be the moment for Certain Susan.Certain SusanSwiftly rousedHad a causeWhich she espoused And she knewThat she was rightAnd God help thoseWho chose to fight. Those desperately seeking certaintySought certain Susan out And came to her with pens in handTo write her sayings out….
There’s something about contemplating the psalms using this gorgeous and soulful old interlinear translation printed in 1906 that makes the experience even more of a return to being planted by the water courses so that one’s leaves may not fade. Is it the inscape and the instress? That is, the absolute individuality of the thing…
The cocoon is a small restricted placeThat hangs from a perilous thread,It looks like a white sarcophagusAnd appears to contain the dead. I, caterpillar, I refuse the cocoon.Why should I submit?To trust a thin and silken yarn,And reduce my self to an “it”? I’ve heard the tales of fantasistsWho dream by the light of the…
I’ve been thinking about different types of Prophecy. I took this photo of a beautiful statue of King David near his tomb in the old city of Jerusalem. Note that before he became king, he was asked to play the harp for King Saul, which healed the King of an “evil spirit”. Presumably, David learnt…
And now I close myself in. That’s itThe door is closing like irrevocable rock. The last sight sound experience has been tastedAnd the darkness closes in. Like the Pied Piper When the crippled childWas left outside Like the Bridegroom When the Foolish virgins criedFor the door was locked When they returnedWith oil for unlit lamps….
“Where are the tidings of union? that I may arise,Forth from the dust I will rise up to welcome thee!My soul, like a homing bird, yearning for Paradise,Shall arise and soar, from the snares of the world set free…When to my grave thou turnest thy blessed feet,Wine and the lute thou shalt bring in thine…
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