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The Bardo Notes: April 2012
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Sunday, April 8, 2012. Seven Stanzas at Easter by John Updike. Make no mistake: if He rose at all
. It was as His body;
. If the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
. Reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
. The Church will fall. It was not as the flowers,
. Each soft Spring recurrent;
. It was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
. Eyes of the eleven apostles;
. It was as His flesh: ours. The same hinged thumbs and toes,
. The same valved heart
. Regathered out of enduring Might
.
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The Bardo Notes: Charles
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009. He was a regular guy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Bardo Notes: Seven Stanzas at Easter by John Updike
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Sunday, April 8, 2012. Seven Stanzas at Easter by John Updike. Make no mistake: if He rose at all
. It was as His body;
. If the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
. Reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
. The Church will fall. It was not as the flowers,
. Each soft Spring recurrent;
. It was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
. Eyes of the eleven apostles;
. It was as His flesh: ours. The same hinged thumbs and toes,
. The same valved heart
. Regathered out of enduring Might
.
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The Bardo Notes: January 2009
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Friday, January 23, 2009. See first Silvio post. Of absence and of you. Now the only thing left is for me to regain the. To avoid maps, to keep to myself. To avoid certain streets,. To forget that a certain book was once mine. Or to write a song. And tell you that everything's the same. The city, the friends, the sea. Waiting, because of you,. Waiting, because of you. I keep going to Tete's, week after week. You remember her place. Today she spoke of rifles dispatching dead men. I know she loves me.
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The Bardo Notes: Lucho
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Friday, February 20, 2009. Lucho sang ballads in the middle of the last century. If you're of hispanic descent, your grandparents may have known him, and an even older song, "The Bardo." In Spanish, a bardo is something of a traveling poet, minstrel, or troubadour, a word no longer used commonly. The song is an old-fashioned tale of unrequited love. A simple tale of heartache resulting from unspoken emotion. A poor bardo fell in love. With a girl of high society. His life was that of an unhappy clown.
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The Bardo Notes: Rocío
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Monday, February 23, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Bardo Notes: Katie
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The Bardo Notes: Lillian
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009. Lillian conserved her world like a master gardener, with poise and order. She had a clear vision, encompassed by an indefinite border. She nurtured, careful to provide every need, knowing that growth is an art and a science. She smiled shyly, she laughed, sometimes nervously, always heartily. She grounded. She earthed. She flourished. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Bardo Notes: October 2008
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Monday, October 27, 2008. Her four children are raised and independent, and she is finishing her degree, planning to work as a play therapist. I'm not sure I knew much about play therapy. She described it as helping children work through issues or trauma through play. If the field hadn't existed, she might have invented it. Best case scenario, they are cooking up delicious vittles in their homes. Worst case, they subsist on spam and crisco. Monday, October 20, 2008. Michele is my older sister. She's ...
