It's been a looooong time since I've tried my hand at poetry (most of it happened back in the angsty days of high school musings). I've been reading a book (for a day now) called Notes From the Tilt-a-Whirl, and it is this illuminating and refreshing, whimsical and weighty work of philosophy and apologetics and poetry in … Continue reading Just As We Are
“Beauty in Deformity” Flawlessly the dissonant chords resonate-- rubbing and ringing. The pain in the notes bearing Beauty. a crying, a caressing, a longing… The rhythm alternating Quickening pace, while voices crescendo. A sometimes echo reaches from the depths of wretchedness, sparks a light, illuminates, dazzles, grows to a blaze-- Then suddenly! silence reverberates from … Continue reading Beauty in Deformity
Great snippet on the poetry of T.S. Eliot: The Rabbit Room — Who Then Devised the Torment? Love.
GLORY be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who … Continue reading Pied Beauty