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Hildegard of Bingen
I read the story of Hildegard many years before I had heard the music. I have published a link to the ‘irupert’ Hildegard site on the right column of links, and an image of ‘ O Vos Felices Radices’. I first heard ‘The origin of Fire’ in Mayo at a point just South West of the Reek, which is the […]
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XLII- Sonnets From the Portuguese By Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
My future will not copy fair my past — I wrote that once, and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel justified The word by his appealing look upcast To the white throne of God, I turned at last, And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried […]
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The Game. Page 123.
‘To finish this chapter on Padre Eusebio, here is a small tale involving him. Like so many others, it is interesting only because of its protagonist; but having accepted that, I think it is a pleasant one. One day in the monastery Padre Pio and he were having a semi-serious argument.’
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Rosalind/Ganymede
‘Make the doors upon a woman’s wit and it will out at the casement; shut that and ’twill out at the keyhole; stop that , ’twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney’. From ‘As you Like It‘ though many pals think that Bacon wrote Shakespeare or something like that . Rosalind dresses as a […]
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Light Play in Celan
‘Instants whose eyewink no brightness sleeps. Increate, in every place, gather yourself, stay.” From ‘Fathomsuns and Benighted’. Trans, Ian Fairley. Carcanet.2001.
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too tired to write
I have spent much of the day learning to use a documents service, in order to make homes for the ‘longer’ discussions on poetry. then they can be added in as active links (along the right side of the blog). Current Preoccupations include: Difficulties with internet dissemination, from translation through copyright; and the issues of faithfulness to the […]
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“The Cry” by Mirjam Tuominen.
There is a cry in the forest I want to go home The keys have fallen The paths have disappeared I cannot go there I am badly frightened I have frightened myself very badly They have frightened I have frightened I want to go home to the dolls there at home Home to the stove […]
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from “Poem Rocket” By Allen Ginsberg.
This is an excerpt from Poem Rocket, by Allen Ginsberg, Moon politicians earth-weeping and warring in eternity tho not one star disturbed by screaming madmen from Hollywood Oil tycoons from Romania making secret deals with flabby green Plutonians- slave camps on Saturn Cuban revolutions on Mars? Old life and new life side by side, will Catholic […]
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