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