Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing so little to be reached as with criticism. Only love can grasp and hold and be just toward them.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Letters to a young poet
(the knight of swords)
A Thousand Miles of History XXXVII: House of the ancestors
inward dreamings
All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other.
H.P. Lovecraft
The Silver Key
A Thousand Miles of History XXXVI: The Templars and the lawless church…
Another trip into the past
Genocide in the Name of God: a Universal Truth About True Believers
Another great post by Padre Steve.
Friends of Padre Steve’s World,
Seventy-nine years ago the members of Heinrich Himmler’s Einsatzgruppen were following the German Army into Poland. These forces were intended to do one thing, to eliminate any Poles capable of resisting the Reich and to round up and kill Jews. The sad thing is that while the Genocide committed by the Nazis is in a league of its own, the propensity for others to write about, urge, and promote genocidal practices is not unique.
One of the most troubling aspects of genocide is the degree to which people will go to rationalize and justify it, especially if it is supposedly commanded by their “God.” This includes people who exalt their human leader’s pronouncements to that of a god.
Eric Hoffer wrote:
“The impression somehow prevails that the true believer, particularly the religious individual, is a humble person. The truth is the surrendering and humbling of…
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the power of poetry
I think that people have this idea of poetry with a capital P that is very outdated, and it’s white, very male, and very digestible. That’s not the power of poetry — the power of poetry is to be able to respond to real life and to politics and to one’s body and the most intimate thoughts; to render it in a way that is surprising and sonically interesting, and allowing the reader to feel playful in language, and to push the limits of what language can do.
Morgan Parker
interview for Nylon
the unspoken
What matters is precisely this; the unspoken at the edge of the spoken.
Virginia Woolf
Diary entry 21st July 1912
The Importance of Labor and Labor Day
I was thinking about this very subject as I was making my coffee this morning & here, Padre Steve has a detailed history, complete with references! Thank you, Padre!
Friends of Padre Steve’s World,
Today is Labor Day and sadly many people don’t really understand its significance. For decades organized labor has been demonized by the descendants of people who died to secure decent working conditions, wages, and benefits for regular hard working people. The attacks on labor and workers have become much more pronounced under the Trump Administration than any prior administration since that of Herbert Hoover.
But most of the people lucky enough not to have to work on Labor Day really don’t know why it it matters, and whips in spite of those who despise labor and care not a whit about working people, who simply to use business terminology are simply human capital or resources. I actually despise those terms because they dehumanize people by turning them into impersonal economic units of measure.
So today I am digging into the vault to explore why Labor…
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Truth and Lie, the Legend
Legend has it that one day the truth and the lie came together.
– Good morning. Said the lie.
– Good morning. Answered the truth.
– Nice day. Said the lie.
So the truth looked around to see if it was true. It was.
– Nice day. Agreed the truth.
– The lake is even more beautiful. The lie answered.
The truth looked towards the lake and saw that the lie told the truth and nodded.
The lie said:
– Water is even more beautiful. We should swim, the two of us.
The truth touched the water with her fingers and it was really beautiful and she trusted the lie.
Both undressed and swam out calmly together.
Sometime later the lie came out of the water alone, he dressed in the clothes of truth and went away.
The truth, unable to clothe herself in lies, began to walk without clothes…
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