April 2009
53 posts
I remember words that were said and sighed and written
~Richard Buckner Blue and Wonder
“But for all kinds of study, and particularly for this, good health and the...”
– Quintillian, The Orator’s Education, 10.3.26
“Baby, I want you.”
– Amos Lee
“Live for the moment, with eternity in mind.”
– Eric E.
Aristotle by Billy Collins
This is the beginning.
Almost anything can happen.
This is where you find
the creation of light, a fish wriggling onto land,
the first word of Paradise Lost on an empty page.
Think of an egg, the letter A,
a woman ironing on a bare stage as the heavy curtain rises.
This is the very beginning.
The first-person narrator introduces himself,
tells us about his lineage.
The mezzo-soprano...
Endless smoke now rising
Lion become priest
And lamb victim
The world awaits
The unimaginable union
By which the Lion lifts Himself Lamb slain
And, Priest and Victim,
Brings
The City
Home.
~The Supper of the Lamb
Robert Farrar Capon
I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe...
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov’d? Were we not wean’d till then?
But suck’d on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T’was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir’d, and got, ‘twas but a dreame of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which...
light strikes a deal with each coming night
“Patience and Fortitude conquer all things.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
“”
– its a sweet night to feel the moon.
To “believe with all our heart” is not to believe Christ perfectly, but only to embrace him from the heart and with a sincere mind; not to be sated with him, but to hunger, thirst, and aspire to him with fervent affection.
~Calvin, Institutes, Bk. 4, Ch. XIV, Pt. 8
“Where did you come from
You’re no stranger
How I know
you will return...”
– Beach House
~JR Edge of the World
“Dancing Toward Bethlehem”
– If there is only enough time in the final
minutes of the 20th century for one last dance
I would like to be dancing it slowly with you,
say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel.
My palm would press into the small of your back
as the past hundred years collapsed into a pile
of mirrors or...
After All Sondre Lerche