Thank you, old pair of gloves.
Thank you, old pair of gloves.
Currently reading: The Rise and Triumph of the Modern Self by Carl R. Trueman 📚
Finished reading: Remaking the World by Andrew Wilson 📚
Currently reading: Remaking the World by Andrew Wilson 📚
Currently reading: The Moviegoer by Walker Percy 📚
Finished reading: Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver 📚
Finished reading: The Moviegoer by Walker Percy 📚
Finished reading: A Shining by Jon Fosse 📚
Finished reading: Doors in the Walls of the World by Peter Kreeft 📚
Poet and painter via AJ:
Picture of a Nativity
By Geoffrey Hill
Sea-preserved, heaped with sea-spoils,
Ribs, keels, coral sores,
Detached faces, ephemeral oils,
Discharged on the world’s outer shores,
A dumb child-king
Arrives at his right place; rests,
Undisturbed, among slack serpents; beasts
With claws flesh-buttered. In the gathering
Of bestial and common hardship
Artistic men appear to worship
And fall down; to recognize
Familiar tokens; believe their own eyes.
Above the marvel, each rigid head,
Angels, their unnatural wings displayed,
Freeze into an attitude
Recalling the dead.
Rouault