Man receives Fortune, grounding it in the earth. Rooting its flighty ways in breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Taming its wild eyes under the covers.
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From the Poetry Archive
Posted in Poetry on 10 May 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Good Friday / C. Rossetti
Posted in EASTER, Poetry on 23 April 2011 | 2 Comments »
Am I a stone, and not a sheep, That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross, To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss, And yet not weep? Not so those women loved Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; Not so the thief was moved; Not so [...]
An LA Afternoon Run
Posted in Poetry, Running on 31 January 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Five miles– past urine, then past dogs who are too big to live in the little houses to which their Toms wearing owners will walk home, then back past the blankets, and carts which are a home, too, but not to dogs.
Patient Trust
Posted in Philosophy and Theology, Poetry on 30 December 2010 | 1 Comment »
Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything, to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. And yet it is the law of progress that it is made [...]
Upon reading “Good Poems”
Posted in Literary, Poetry on 24 November 2010 | Leave a Comment »
During a drought one gains a certain thinness. Lacking words results in acute gnawing parched lips and rusty jaws. Break fast hurts, poems stick to dry sides of throat and tangle on unused stomach lining. But wash it down with music – not pop, maybe Bach — and smack your lips with unsated fullness. C.S. [...]
These Fleeting Charms of Earth: A Poem of Mourning for baby D., babies F., and baby Zion
Posted in Poetry on 9 November 2010 | 2 Comments »
Gray skies, gray sky-scrapers, gray streets: our autumn lacks color. What did this world have, that I could recommend it to you? Do I betray my inordinate love of the earth’s charms, when I mourn the faintness of your imprint here, when I mourn how little you were molded by its pressure? To be human [...]
The Toy Chest
Posted in Literary, Personal, Philosophy and Theology, Poetry on 5 July 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I flopped down beside God on the couch this morning: ”I don’t know what to do.” He pulled my head onto his shoulder and ran his hand over my unruly hair. “What do you need to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I replied. “What do you want to do?” I shrugged. After a long pause, he [...]
Ah Vastedad de Pinos
Posted in Poetry on 5 July 2010 | 1 Comment »
My translation of Neruda’s third poem (Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair)– in preparation for this evening’s reading group. R Ah Vastedad de Pinos Ah vastedad de pinos, rumor de olas quebrándose, lento juego de luces, campana solitaria, crepúsculo cayendo en tus ojos, muñeca, caracola terrestre, en ti la tierra canta! En ti [...]
“Apollo, the god of light, of reason, of proportion, harmony, number – Apollo blinds those who press too close in worship. Don’t look straight at the sun. Go into a dark bar for a bit and have a beer with Dionysios, every now and then.”
Posted in Literary, Philosophy and Theology, Poetry, tagged left hand of darkness, literary criticism, science fiction, ursula k. le guin on 20 August 2009 | 1 Comment »
So, I don’t normally like introductions, but this one is fantastic enough to read even if you don’t read the book. Introduction to The Left Hand of Darkness (1976) Ursula K. Le Guin Science fiction is often described, and even defined, as extrapolative. The science fiction writer is supposed to take a trend or phenomenon [...]
Seven Stanzas for Easter (John Updike)
Posted in Philosophy and Theology, Poetry on 12 April 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Make no mistake: if He rose at all it was as His body; if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the Church will fall. It was not as the flowers, each soft Spring recurrent; it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled eyes of the [...]
