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Sunday Sonnet

The Bride of Christ is the Church. The hatred of the Church is because the saints: the members of the church invisible, will become one, righteous, pure, holy, sanctified, and together with Christ. He waits for us. Despite the depredations of the time. Donne was writing during a century of war, particularly in Germany, but […]

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Australia New Zealand Poetry

The also serve the empire who keep the nuts tightened. (Poem)

This is not a Kipling. It is a Bush poem. Banjo Patterson was Australia’s popular poet of the Imperial era, and he knew Kipling wrote true when he said engineers — the sons of Martha — had their duty. They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work […]

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Poetry Christianity Writing

Tuesday quartet, Eliot.

Mindfulness is Buddhist meditation, and Buddhist meditation is nihilism, abnegation, without pleasure, passion or desire. It is not that through Christ we have crucified our passions, it is that we pretend they don’t exist, and that there is no existential terror. There is. Passage III, East Coker contains this bit of reportage. Or as, when […]

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music Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

Dropsy was heart failure: oedema of the legs, decreased walk distance, shortness of breath. Similar things would happen if you had malnutrition or endocrine disorders. Donne is observing the thirst of such, and using it as a metaphor for his desire for God: as if he was without water. He is also referring to the […]

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Poetry

Wednesday Kipple

The Royal Navy have had four ships named Camperdown, which was a victory over the Dutch (and the name of the first ship: a prize from that battle). Kipling’s ship is fictional, satirical, and overgunned. Many ships of the Virtorian era were: the transition from the ship of the line in the Napoleonic wars to […]

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Poetry

Four Quartets, Humility.

Is T.S. Eliot Modern? Perhaps not. He did live in the time of peak modernity, dying before it was shatterd in 1968 when the middle class snobs decided everything must be destroyed. Roger Scrunton, dead this week, lived through that. Many people became radicals during that time. Scrunton found himself a conservative. In his essay […]

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet.

The last command/is all but Love, O let this last will stand! is true, and Donne could clearly omit the definition of love: for that was within the command. We are to love as Christ did, who gave himself unto death for those whom he called to himself. To quote a modern Hillsong lyric. To […]

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Poetry

Wednesday Kipple

I’ve been quoting a fair amount of St Paul lately, with more to come and it seems that this poem is appropriate. At His Execution “The Manner of Men” St. Paul I am made all things to all men– Hebrew, Roman, and Greek– In each one’s tongue I speal, Suiting to each my word, That […]

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Poetry

Tuesday Poem

I am returning to the four quartets after the Christmas break. This is from the first part of the second quartet, East Coker. The second quartet was published at Easter, 1940. Eliot is buried in this village. East Coker In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls Across the open field, leaving the […]

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Poetry

Sunday Sonnet

After some Herbert for the new year, back to Donne. Herbert’s mother was one of those who supported Donne during that time when he was not in Holy Orders, and had no living. Like many poets, to this day, he scrounged. But Donne’s art was probably better because of the the struggle. This high school […]