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Rota Fortunae | Angmód níedfara
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A sad, but not unhappy, journey to unravel that subtle knot which makes us man. Cosmo and the Unbroken Mirror. Laquo; The Salvage Yard. To Die of Life: A Few Thoughts on Keats. Hige sceal þē heardra, heorte þē cēnre,. Mōd sceal þē māre, þē ūre mægen lytlað. We’ve come again to this spot, staring from the valley to the high green walls towering over us. We see no sun, and the fear of evil is upon us. What is a child to do but weep at all the green growth in grief and death in life? Come quickly, Lord Jesus.
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The Wound and the Blessing « Sanctum in Heremis
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The Wound and the Blessing. Print by Jack Baumgartner. When I began writing this meditation on Jacob wrestling with God and its implications for the spiritual life, I did not intend it to be another essay on suffering. Yet the theme came of its own accord, and has some continuity with thoughts posted here. The story, found in Genesis 32, should be familiar. Jacob, traveling to meet his estranged brother Esau, camps alone at the ford of Jabbok. My own exegesis of this passage focuses on the. Why does he g...
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I am more than a French adverb.: January 2011
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I am more than a French adverb. Here ther be language. Blogger is not responsible for rendering the reader into a state of indignation, admiration, or confustication. wander through all xeno-, logo-, and gastrophilic content at your own risk. Monday, January 31, 2011. Yesterday afternoon, after visiting the supermarché. On rue Bressigny, not far from UCO. Nothing flashy. It's basically taking a couple different excerpts (here from Le charroi de Nîmes. And from Le Conte du Graal. And breaking them down in...
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To Die of Life: A Few Thoughts on Keats | Angmód níedfara
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A sad, but not unhappy, journey to unravel that subtle knot which makes us man. Cosmo and the Unbroken Mirror. Laquo; Rota Fortunae. To Die of Life: A Few Thoughts on Keats. 8220;In me thou seest the glowing of such fire. That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,. As the death-bed whereon it must expire,. Consumed with that which it was nourished by.”. From Shakespeare’s seventy-third sonnet. The Art of Shakespeare’s Sonnets. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,. Alone and palely loitering? For sidelong w...
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I am more than a French adverb.: Oxford (the other one).
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I am more than a French adverb. Here ther be language. Blogger is not responsible for rendering the reader into a state of indignation, admiration, or confustication. wander through all xeno-, logo-, and gastrophilic content at your own risk. Saturday, February 19, 2011. Oxford (the other one). Well, it's been awhile, at the very least a week. What can I say, I've been busy. I also haven't had internet access on mon ordinateur. For the past few days, so that didn't help. Nom Vive le stéréotype. Loved the...
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I am more than a French adverb.: Fin
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I am more than a French adverb. Here ther be language. Blogger is not responsible for rendering the reader into a state of indignation, admiration, or confustication. wander through all xeno-, logo-, and gastrophilic content at your own risk. Sunday, June 12, 2011. I have one night left. I get the impression that France and I are in the middle of the awkward handshake-or-hug dance. June 12, 2011 at 7:17 PM. Great ending. I think climbing Sacré Coeur is a great idea for the last night. Enjoy the b...I can...
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I am more than a French adverb.: June 2011
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I am more than a French adverb. Here ther be language. Blogger is not responsible for rendering the reader into a state of indignation, admiration, or confustication. wander through all xeno-, logo-, and gastrophilic content at your own risk. Sunday, June 12, 2011. I have one night left. I get the impression that France and I are in the middle of the awkward handshake-or-hug dance. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Labors and Rotten Shrimp and First Day of School. Lingwë - Musings of a Fish. Lots of Tolkien bo...
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Quotes « Sanctum in Heremis
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O you, eager to hear more,. Who have followed in your little bark. My ship that singing makes its way,. Turn back if you would see your shores again. Do not set forth upon the deep,. For, losing sight of me, you would be lost. The seas I sail were never sailed before…. Die before you die. There is no chance after. C S Lewis,. Till We Have Face. St Isaac of Syria. The thief gained the faith which gained him,. And brought him up and placed him in paradise. He saw in the Cross a tree of life;. And in His wi...