Feeding of the Multitude, detail from the Très Riches Heures du duc de Berry, via Wikimedia Commons Poetry and Humility Last weekend I was invited to speak at a small online conference for Catholic writers. The aim of the Good Discourse conference...
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – ‘Tis...
We seem to be on something of a volcanoes kick of late, one of those perfect storms of interest that leads to a spontaneous unit study. I love the way it happens that when you start paying attention to a topic, it’s suddenly everywhere, all...
I dwell in Possibility by Emily Dickinson I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars – Impregnable of eye – And for an everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky –...
As I’m reading Omeros, I’ve also been reading a bit about Derek Walcott, curious about his life an influences and such. This piece from Caribbean Beat has some interesting details. It seems he lived in Boston for some years, teaching at...
A poem which is currently taped to the cupboard above the toaster oven. Has been for at least six months. I still haven’t managed to memorize it, but I’ve spent some time pondering it, at least. To hear an Oriole sing May be a common...
