Friday, October 17, 2008

Today's gospel

Meanwhile, when a crowd of many thousands had gathered, packed so close that they were trampling on one another, he began to speak first to his disciples: 'Be on your guard against the leaven of the Pharisees -- I mean their hypocrisy. There is nothing covered up that will not be uncovered, nothing hidden that will not be made known. Therefore everything you have said in the dark will be heard in broad daylight, and what you have whispered behind closed doors will be shouted from the housetops.

'To you who are my friends I say: do not fear those who kill the body and after that have nothing more they can do. I will show you whom to fear: fear him who, after he has killed, has authority to cast into hell. Believe me, he is the one to fear.

'Are not five sparrows sold for twopence? Yet not one of them is overlooked by God. More than that, even the hairs of your head have all been counted. Do not be afraid; you are worth more than any number of sparrows.'

Luke 12:1-7 (Revised English Bible)

Hasten ye all to Meredith's ...

... and hear Dylan Thomas read "Poem In October" and other poems.

From the archives

Draft of a Poem Beginning with a Line by Wallace Stevens, 2003.

"The wheat of Christ, ground by the teeth of beasts"

Today is the memorial of St Ignatius of Antioch.

"This is no picnic for me either, Buster"

As someone I know was wondering:

What was little Barack doing the night before that he couldn't do his homework and his mother had to drag him out of bed at 4.30 the next morning?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

The quadrennial folderol

Roaming the blogosphere, one finds thoughtful posts about the upcoming presidential election by Eve and by Clairity Daily.

My current position: undecided between McPalin and Bob Barr. (I've heard that Barr is not a libertarian purist. Well, neither am I.)


Flaunt : to show off

Flout : to treat with contemptuous disregard

The occasion falls today

I did but touch the honey of romance --
And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

Today is the 154th anniversary of the birth of Oscar Wilde.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The sign in front of the Unitarian church ...

... announcing this coming Sunday's theme for the sermon reads:



That's what we're all supposed to be, or supposed to be striving toward, but isn't it a little, uhm, brash, to declare one's own sanctity as a fait accompli? A little lacking in humility?

This is the same church where the congregants are encouraged to forgive themselves, so I guess that self-canonization is the next logical step!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

114th birthday of Cummings

true lovers in each happening of their hearts
live longer than all which and every who;
despite what fear denies,what hope asserts,
what falsest both disprove by proving true

(all doubts,all certainties,as villains strive
and heroes through the mere mind's poor pretend
--grim comics of duration:only love
immortally occurs beyond the mind)

such a forever is love's any now
and her each here is such an everywhere,
even more true would truest lovers grow
if out of midnight dropped more suns than are

(yes;and if time should ask into his was
all shall,their eyes would never miss a yes)

Sunday, October 12, 2008

James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938)

The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies.

And in her voice, the calling of the dove
Like music of a sweet melodious part.
And in her smile, the breaking light of love;
And all the gentle virtues in her heart.

And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,
The birds that signal to their mates at dawn,
To my dull ears, to my tear-blinded sight
Are one with all the dead, since she is gone.