Saturday, April 26, 2008


Small hush.
World grows dark,
dusk deep.

Trees stand
stark, tall. Hills
crave sleep.

Keep still.
Make life a
curled stone.

Peace comes plain to
the loved soul's home.

Need for words,
for cares of
the quick, there
is no more.



To change gears somewhat

Why is she always in the bottom three?

Fr Groeschel

God is full of compassion, always looking for some way to reach the lost and forsaken. Don't try to understand how God will save somebody else. Cardinal John Henry Newman pointed out that the grace that suits one person is not the grace that suits another. We have no right to say how and when and where God will lead another person to salvation. The ways by which perfection is reached reflect infinite variety. Our wounded souls require very different medicines. God can even lead a person by means of his or her weakness and sin.

Benedict J. Groeschel, CFR, Healing the Original Wound (Ann Arbor: Servant Publications, 1993), p. 35


In the presto of the morning, Crispin trod

Wallace Stevens, from "The Comedian as the Letter C"


A Rouse for Stevens
by Theodore Roethke (1908-63)

(To Be Sung in a Young Poets' Saloon)

Wallace Stevens, what's he done?
He can play the flitter-flad;
He can see the second sun
Spinning through the lordly cloud.

He's imagination's prince:
He can plink the skitter-bum;
How he rolls the vocables,
Brings the secret -- right in Here!

Wallace, Wallace, wo ist er?
Never met him, Dutchman dear;
If I ate and drank like him,
I would be a chanticleer.

Speak it from the face out clearly:
Here's a mensch but can sing dandy.
Er ist niemals ausgepoopen,
Altes Wunderkind.

Roar 'em, whore 'em, cockalorum,
The Muses, they must all adore him,
Wallace Stevens -- are we for him?
Brother, he's our father!

Friday, April 25, 2008


I'm too nice

Via Dyspeptic Mutterings:

The Blog-O-Cuss Meter - Do you cuss a lot in your blog or website?

Schoolhouse Rock

The preamble

Yes, from Schoolhouse Rock, the '70s educational series of cartoons. This being Patriots' Day Week (forgive the awkward phrasing) in Massachusetts, I suppose I should post "The Shot Heard 'Round the World," but this tune is catchier. Three minutes:

Thursday, April 24, 2008


by Paul Verlaine (1844-96)

Les donneurs de sérénades
Et les belles écouteuses
Echangent des propos fades
Sous les ramures chanteuses.

C'est Tircis et c'est Aminte,
Et c'est l'éternel Clitandre,
Et c'est Damis qui pour mainte
Cruelle fait maint vers tendre.

Leurs courtes vestes de soie,
Leurs longues robes à queues,
Leur élégance, leur joie
Et leurs molles ombres bleues

Tourbillonnent dans l'extase
D'une lune rose et grise,
Et la mandoline jase
Parmi les frissons de brise.


(The givers of serenades and the lovely women who listen exchange insipid words under the singing branches.

There is Thyrsis and Amyntas and there's the eternal Clytander, and there's Damis who, for many a cruel woman, wrote many a tender verse.

Their short silk coats, their long dresses with trains, their elegance, their joy and their soft blue shadows,

whirl around in the ecstasy of a pink and grey moon, and the mandolin prattles among the shivers from the breeze.)

Tuesday, April 22, 2008


Close to eighty (27° C.) tomorrow

Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum.

By somebody else, not me.


Touched by an angel?
Almost! Tagged with a meme!

(tagged by alias clio)

What I was doing ten years ago: Answering phones, and updating baptismal records, and straightening out files in an inner-city rectory.

Three things on my To-Do list today: Dinner; go to Chelsea; listen to my favorite nighttime talk show on the radio.

Things I would do if I were a billionaire: Give a fraction to charity, take care of relatives, and probably become dissolute.

Three of my bad habits: Verbosity, laziness, junk food.

Five places I've lived: Somerville, East Boston, Amherst, Chelsea and here. All in Massachusetts, New England, USA.

Six jobs I've had: Clerical temp work; a few days at a CVS; a few days at an Au Bon Pain; ice-cream scooper (three months); security guard (close to two years); the rectory thing (a couple of years).

Five books I've recently read:
1. Dakota by Kathleen Norris
2. Reflections on the Psalms by C S Lewis
3. Women and the Priesthood, ed. Thomas Hopko (1983 edition)
4. Thomas Merton: Master of Attention by Robert Waldron
5. 100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda


need coffee