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Triocentric: Remote From Anything The Builders Intended
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A journal of Christian theology, criticism, poetry, philosophy, and rumination. Thursday, March 15, 2012. Remote From Anything The Builders Intended. To what end do we suffer? To what end, really, do we fall on our faces? For what good are sin and folly and loss and waste? We make such fools of ourselves! I'd hate to be in the same room at a party with the me of twenty years ago! I'd hide my face and pray that no one recognized us as the same guy! Our past is, thank God, past! It will no longer plague us!
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Triocentric: The Soul That Hath A Guest
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A journal of Christian theology, criticism, poetry, philosophy, and rumination. Sunday, March 3, 2013. The Soul That Hath A Guest. The Soul that hath a Guest. Doth seldom go abroad-. Diviner Crowd at Home-. A Host's departure when. Upon Himself be visiting. The Emporer of Men-. Doug P. Baker. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Doug P. Baker. American Lit, and World Lit (Homer to twelve year olds! How I miss teaching! View my complete profile. Star On Which These Eyes Have Seldom Closed. Dream of the Rood.
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Triocentric: My Heart Lapped Strength
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A journal of Christian theology, criticism, poetry, philosophy, and rumination. Tuesday, April 9, 2013. My Heart Lapped Strength. Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;. Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man. In me ór, most weary, cry. I can no more. Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be. But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me. Thy wring-world right foot rock? Lay a lionlimb against me? Hand rather, my heart lo! I read extens...
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Triocentric: Some Can Sing
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A journal of Christian theology, criticism, poetry, philosophy, and rumination. Sunday, April 21, 2013. This spring has been absolutely glorious! Some can sing,. A frog leaps in. Doug P. Baker. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Doug P. Baker. American Lit, and World Lit (Homer to twelve year olds! How I miss teaching! View my complete profile. Anything Except The Fiction. My Heart Lapped Strength. He Giveth His Beloved Sleep. Blogs worth checking out. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Fiddler on the Roof.
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Triocentric: Anything Except The Fiction
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A journal of Christian theology, criticism, poetry, philosophy, and rumination. Tuesday, April 16, 2013. Anything Except The Fiction. Is it a fear of failure? It could just as well be a fear of succeeding. I am hoping to have a draft by Christmas. We will see. Doug P. Baker. April 16, 2013 at 3:47 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Doug P. Baker. American Lit, and World Lit (Homer to twelve year olds! How I miss teaching! I read extensively in poetry, theology and other versions of literature, but I...
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Triocentric: Feet Of Fire And Heads Of Ice
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A journal of Christian theology, criticism, poetry, philosophy, and rumination. Thursday, March 7, 2013. Feet Of Fire And Heads Of Ice. Old Ogden Nash can complain, but if he had had the cold I've had this week- with bonfires in my lungs and skin that aches at the merest touch- I doubt he'd have bothered writing about it. He'd have been too busy adding honey to his lemon tea and pulling the comforter closer around his legs and telephoning his editor to come add another log to the fire. With feet of fire ...
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Triocentric: Star On Which These Eyes Have Seldom Closed
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A journal of Christian theology, criticism, poetry, philosophy, and rumination. Monday, March 25, 2013. Star On Which These Eyes Have Seldom Closed. Without some early encouragement, how many of us would have continued to write, to draw, to cut up books for collage, to sculpt, to experiment with cooking, with hair dye or make-up? Praise may have been scanty, but had there been none at all, who would have persisted? Who encouraged you early on, and helped you to pursue your given art? Doug P. Baker. I rea...
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Triocentric: Lighted Coffins In The Dark
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A journal of Christian theology, criticism, poetry, philosophy, and rumination. Saturday, March 9, 2013. Lighted Coffins In The Dark. AS I walked down the waterside. This silent morning, wet and dark;. Before the cocks in farmyards crowed,. Before the dogs began to bark;. Before the hour of five was struck. By old Westminster's mighty clock:. As I walked down the waterside. This morning, in the cold damp air,. I saw a hundred women and men. Huddled in rags and sleeping there:. A little work;. I read exte...
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Triocentric: No Mind To Learn Or To Understand
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A journal of Christian theology, criticism, poetry, philosophy, and rumination. Monday, March 11, 2013. No Mind To Learn Or To Understand. But not daring to ask her many questions. The ex ce. Rpt starts off with Kristin finally asking one. It seems strange to me that you're always so happy, when you've been used to- " she broke off, blushing. Fru Aashild looked down at the child, smiling. You mean because now I'm separated from all those things? Is something wrong with Ulvild? No, she's sleeping quietly,...
