November 22, 2009 • 2:07 pm
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She sang to God as she was dying, and there was certainly plenty of singing during the mass.
Curiously, X and I didn’t know it at the time, but having decided on the “return to our roots” approach to spirituality this weekend, we chose the St Cecilia’s Church not knowing it would be that saint’s feast day the very next day. It was more in celebration of “Christ the King” this being the last day of the year in the Catholic Liturgical calendar that drew us to the Roman Church in the first place.
There was a fair measure of spirituality involved, but the priest’s manner reminded me a bit too much of Felix Unger to not pass notice — he was overly fastidious about cleaning his Eucharistic paraphernalia after Communion.
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The Tambourine Player by Charles-Émile-Hippolyte Lecomte-Vernet | Joseph Friedman Ltd.
And they once told you it was too late—
You watch the fire talking, telling you
“Dance! Bang drums, Climb walls! Don’t stop!”
You must respect remarks from virgin goddesses
Who stare at you past leftover bacchanalia
That you had thought you could control
But know the helplessness of truth.
It was in another’s dream: the Hunters
And dogs had chased the stag into water,
Then looked up at where the other gods
Staring down at them from the tree tops
Pointed with their lips towards a cave
(They’re funny in that way, these dream gods)
And going in they saw the goddess, crudely carved
Asking where everybody went. She blamed
The new Virgin, and the kid with the curly locks
In the stone building on top of the hill.
The Hunters were of a different past from hers
And couldn’t understand her words — they shrugged
And caught the deer and neglected the future.
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Cat Frog Umbrella Man Celestial Fairy
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April 28, 2009 • 11:05 pm
The light she had thought to extinguish had escaped from her dying hands and floated always farther across the desert, shedding its marvellous radiance over rock and stone.
Edmund Dulac Art Images.
It is a celestial after all – seb
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April 26, 2009 • 11:13 am
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Now all the stars have gone, as now and always
passengers glance around in wrong directions,
watching the coffee slowly pouring sideways
as if this were some newly made invention,
alternating, then exchanging fun–
Yet not knowing, how all the stars have gone.
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April 25, 2009 • 11:28 am
Target Photomontages.
The balloting over Orestes’ fate is equal. Then Athene intervenes. There is a climactic argument back and forth between her and the Eumenides. But finally Athene persuades them and wins Orestes his life. The key word in her victory is persuasion, peitho, the word translated in our language is rhetoric. Rhetoric persuades necessity…
James Hillman, Athene, Ananke, and Abnormal Psychology
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