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| | I renounced Artemis and gave myself in total consecration to Jesus through Mary. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:
Such a Way, as gives us breath:
Such a Truth, as ends all strife:
Such a Life, as killeth death.
Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength:
Such a Light, as shows a feast:
Such a Feast, as mends in length:
Such a Strength, as makes his guest.
Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart:
Such a Joy, as none can move:
Such a Love, as none can part:
Such a Heart, as joyes in love. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| He who has never loved, let him love!
He who has loved, let him love! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| The poet understands the incomprehensible.
Things that hate each other he calls friends.
He walks calmly in the night because he knows
that all paths are impossible. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| I have not read much of her work: a sentence here, a paragraph there, a glance over a table of contents. But what I have read I carry with me: sharp and prismatic, like miraculous unmelting crystals of ice.
Words so condensed, so supersaturated, that they break the threshhold of prose and effloresce with all the transparent brilliance of lyric.
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| 1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
She wedded, story tells
Kronos' son, Poseidon,
And bore the violet-haired girl, Evadna.
She hid her maiden travail in her dress,
And in the month of birth she sent servants
And told them to give the child to Eilatidas' keeping -
He ruled at Phaisana
Over the men of Arkadia
And had Alpheos for home;
There Apollo cared for her, and first
She touched the delights of Aphrodita.
All that time she hid her child by the god,
But kept not her secret from Aipytos.
from Pindar The Odes
(I overlooked I, Claudius, which was technically nearer. But it's presently serving as a mousepad so I consider its status as a book temporarily suspended.) | | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Our local cheap supermarket is going out of business and looks more like Siberia every time we go in. It's interesting to see what is left on the shelves: solid walls of SPAM, yellow mustard, canned green beans of every brand and, in what used to be the dollar aisle, an unexplicable mountain of men's white socks. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Not all infinite sets contain exactly the same elements. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | The spiritual level does not contradict, but exists in paradox with the literal. There's a definite tension between them. Once I thought the spiritual hatched from the literal, leaving it an empty shell. But can the spiritual truth emerge from the egg without breaking it, even somehow keeping it full? The lantern is large with the light that spreads far beyond its globe. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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