'Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking...'

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

la la la la la la la la....

     Nothing to see here really.
     I'm hungry, but it would be unwise for me to eat anything.
     Then I remember, I'm unwise as a rule.
     So what should I eat? 

     Who now experiences such pangs:

     'This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires
      Like to a step-dame or a dowager
      Long withering out a young man's revenues,' Midsummer Night's Dream I.1.


     Returning to the question of what to eat this time of the morning, have you ever seen a rhinoceros in person? Ionesco was on to something there my friends.
     Where was I?
     She sits atop a slag-heap and calls us to account to the mercy of God.
     Wisdom has a hard life at the moment.

     Good thing I'm not wise. Never have been, never will be. It's almost a willful refusal, except that I don't remember willing it or refusing anything.
     The poorly loved are like orange blossoms killed by a late frost.
     With that, I'm off. G'night all.

insomnia mon amour...


     While I had the flu, I slept and slept and slept and slept. Now I'm tired of sleeping, yet I'm also tired. What fresh hell is this? How I suffer. Perhaps I should make a piece of performance art out of this nightmare. How much do you think I could make off a guy sitting at a desk roughly like this one, surrounded by books roughly like these, staring with insomniac eyes at a laptop roughly like the one before me? Maybe I should scatter some socks around - I hear things like that are big at MOMA and The Tate.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

I believe that's Ἀληθῶς ανέστη...

     'The mystery of the incarnation of the Logos is the key to all the inner symbolism and typology in the Scriptures, and in addition gives us knowledge of created things, both visible and invisible. He who apprehends the mystery of the cross and the burial apprehends the inward essences of created things; while he who is initiated into the inexpressible power of the resurrection apprehends the purpose for which God first established everything,' St. Maximus the Confessor, Centuries on Theology and Economy, I.66.