January 1, 2024

The Houses of God   There is a pattern in our bones, a memory of what we are before we are.  So it is in the stones of the church, basilica, and cathedral, life ascending from time before memory to a future beyond sight.  By choice or by chance, all things come to be.  So…

March 1, 2023

FROM CONFESSION, “SALVATION”   I ask you, “Who would live to die a saint?”     To scorch the feet on desert sands;     To strike the thigh with leather bands; To starve; to kneel in prayer until one faints: Oh no, I would not want to be a saint.     Neither would I be a martyr,     Boiled in…

September 1, 2021

William Girard: Classive Artist   Likely, the universe was made by mind, the God, if you will, if not, no matter, nothing at all.  Before matter, information: before anything is made, idea, alike the programmer who enters code, alike the mechanic who conceives an engine, before all creation there is information, an idea which has…

August 1, 2021

Perhaps your school-desk was alike my school-desk covered edge-to-edge in sketches.  The desk surface, as you know, is an almost perfect blank canvas, a clean slate, a tabula rasa*, of sorts, where knowledge acquired might be reflected eye to mind to hand, to nun who might correct wayward drawing knuckles with a smart, wood-ruler, snap,…

September 30, 2020

Many years ago, beneath nine, lovely, star-snowed nights, Mnemosyne [ne-mos-ie-ne] enjoyed the favor of Zeus-shepherd, each night bearing forth from love a Muse, as Hesiod in Theogony relates. Before the Muse History (Clio), before Love Poetry (Erato), before Song (Euterpe) and all the rest, there was Memory (Mnemosyne), god borne, corporeal, beautiful. We muse in…

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