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C. S. Lewis

My brother heard a woman on a 'bus say, as the 'bus passed a church with a Crib outside it, "Oh, Lor'! They bring religion into everything. Look -- they're dragging it even into Christmas now!"

-- from Letters to an American Lady, letter dated Dec 29/58

C. S. Lewis
on St. Mary Magdalene

The allegorical sense of her great action dawned on me the other day. The precious alabaster box which one must break over the Holy Feet is one's heart. Easier said than done. And the contents become perfume only when it is broken. While they are safe inside they are more like sewage. All very alarming.

-- from Letters to an American Lady, letter dated Nov 1st 54

C. S. Lewis

The act which engenders a child ought to be, and usually is attended by pleasure. But it is not the pleasure that produces the child. Where there is pleasure there may be sterility: where there is no pleasure the act may be fertile. And in the spiritual marriage of God and the soul it is the same. It is the actual presence, not the sensation of the presence, of the Holy Ghost that begets Christ in us.

-- from Letters to an American Lady, letter dated 20/2/55

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November

November, a sonnet by Hartley Coleridge.

Champions!

The Boston Red Sox have won the 2007 World Series in four games straight ...

Congratulations!

Sox are kings of the diamond by Gordon Edes of the Boston Globe.

Three games to nil

All right, it got a little scary tonight in the 7th inning, but a win is a win is a win.

Daisuke's 2 RBI were a nice touch. And the (other) rookies came through when they had to.

The box score.

One more ...

Go Sox!

Tracy as a busker

"Change," from 2005:

October 27, 1914

Poem on his birthday by Dylan Thomas.

September 26, 1983

If it weren't for the levelheadedness of this man, we all would have been nuked to death twenty-four years ago.

Via Dyspeptic Mutterings.

Especially when the October wind
by Dylan Thomas (1914-53)

Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.

Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make of you the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

fragments


the monastery of the setting sun

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dream of confession to a pagan priest

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impediments to liberty abound

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a spirit that's unused to sacrifice

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estranged from silence this distracted soul

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enslavement to the taste of fleeting bliss

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still slumbering lulled by magic not benign

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the non-ascetic worshiper of self

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dark icons of a false humility

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he runs as one who wants to stand in place

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how long will God protect the reckless man
who walks through dangerous places drunkenly

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a plague of pleasures and a scourge of pains

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peremptory thanksgiving for good health

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asking a wrathless heaven to bless the dead

All knotted up
at three games apiece

The oh-so-reliable Daisuke Matsuzaka starts Game 7.

Cautiously optimistic.

Go Sox!

Sorry to tell you this, Barack ...

... but it's true.

It is well documented that black Americans — particularly black males — have shorter life expectancies than whites. But blacks do live to become senior citizens.

Not all. But let that go.

A black person born in 2004 had an average life expectancy of 73.1 years, about five years less than for whites, according to the National Center for Health Statistics.

Imagine that!

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Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic You think rationally, clearly, and quickly. A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!

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A funny Scottish joke

In English, at Credo ut intelligam.

Deborah Kerr has died at age 86

I enjoyed her work in this undernoticed film from the early sixties. Requiescat.

Magnificat anima mea Dominum

A Marian villanelle, the first version of which was written twelve years ago today.

from De Profundis
by Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

A man's very highest moment is, I have no doubt at all, when he kneels in the dust, and beats his breast, and tells all the sins of his life.

Today is the 153rd anniversary of Oscar Wilde's birth.

October 14, 1894
birthday of Edward Estlin Cummings

To commemorate:

Semi-sonnet for Cummings' hundredth (written 13 years ago)

and:

a meditation on his line "must's a schoolroom in the month of may" ...

As one of the commenters on this clip has noted

"This is basically the coolest video in the history of ever."

I use this bridge almost every day

It's only a 300-foot drop if the span collapses, but they say it won't. I'm reassured.

Thank you!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Mr. Riddle asks:

what the heck does global warming have to do with peace?

Took the words right out of my etcetera.

from
The Oxford Book of Prayer
ed. George Appleton

Prayer No. 316

The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man, help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces. Let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonoured, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.

-- R. L. Stevenson, 1850-94

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Prayer No. 354

Withhold not from me, O my God, the best, the Spirit of thy dear Son; that in that day when the judgement is set I may be presented unto thee not blameless, but forgiven, not effectual but faithful, not holy but persevering, without desert but accepted, because he hath pleaded the causes of my soul, and redeemed my life.

-- Eric Milner-White, 1884-1964

more first than sun

Today is the fifth birthday of more last than star.

Definitely worth reading

One of many highlights in William Luse's most recent post:

I know a lot of Christians go to church and recite with the crowd, asking God to, for example, take away their manifold sins and wickedness, but I don't think they mean it. Based on the evidence. It's as though they hope for a heaven that's much like what's going on now, but with the physical ailments and the criminal element removed.

That's me most of the time, I'm afraid.

At Apologia, you can also find reflections on beer, yardwork, mockingbirds, and young lesbians; a review of a recent film; and a philosophical quandary that involves a wolf attacking Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. And you can see a fine painting as well! But don't rely on my all-too-quick précis; hasten thither.