A Shakespearian version of Christ’s parable of the man (Sällo) who owed 10,000 talents (approx. $10 mil) and the king (King Stephano) who forgave the debt, but the first man who owed the money was harsh with a man (L’ontte) who was indebted to him but 50 denari ($20-ish), sent him to prison-
- L’ontte (in the prison) :
“Loves, on my breast there lay a great gravity
- That took my repose. In prayer I languish’d
- Worse off than the lichened crags and sea salted corals, I’m still. Abruptly—
- And long live the abrupt for such— may I keep
- my soul, my ghost, my host, my heavens and hells…”
Adding to this story, I’d have L’ontte released from prison (a prison in the cliffs by the sea, which in this story we would anthropomorphize with the name Macilous <gaunt, wasted, thin>) because the one with the lien against him, Sällo, is sent there by King Stephano. When L’ontte gets out of prison, he learns that his love, Mea, has married another man, Candahar, in his two-year absence. Candahar, a wealthy older aristocratic slum lord is cruel to her, but she is bound by her dowry and her word to her late father. Continue Reading »
For some reason, all my most recent posts are coming from other people. That’s okay, I’ve got some other stuff I’m fleshing out for later in the week.
Everly Pleasant, 14, is a young authoress and a cousin of mine. I had featured a link to her weblog on bremblebeck.weblog yesterday, and I thought it was, well, splendid, but I hadn’t yet read her poetry. All’s I can say now is that I hope there’s a lot more where this came from -
The snow garnished tree
Ice dangles from my limbs,
Frost and snow my trunk it trims.
Icy rain runs down my roots,
I hold an owl,
I hear her hoots.
I harbor the sparrows and the hawk,
From rain and sleet and falling rock.
To the forest I belong,
The wind in my leaves is my song.
In the spring, I can be seen,
Wearing lovely garb of green.
But now I only tote the sign,
Of winter, freezing and divine.
This one reminds me of Whitman, Thoreau and Frost.
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“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius, and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.” -Albert Einstein
I think everything I’ll ever do could be dynamite if I could just remember that.
-j
I don’t know if anyone out there knows who the Avalanches are, but New Buffalo is their girlfriend. Kinda. Either way, I really like this song and I tho’t it’d make a nice IDRZ post for a Wednesday. [via Untitled Records & alwaysontherun.net]
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the memories breathe to you, ashen,
like faint shapes accompanied by soft bells and low strings
echoing and exhaling into your ears
names and faces approach and recede,
draw near your windows as they ascend
the strings build, reverberate in formless parallel
and you begin to feel the gravity of the moments
the actual sensation of your feet on the earth
your skin embraced by the atmosphere
the warm sway of perception, you remember
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