Saturday, May 21, 2005 +

The Blood of Christ

A series of nine posts in her blog Ever New, by Mary Herboth, foundress of St. Blog’s Parish Hall.

dokeo kago grapho soi kratistos Theophilos

Dedicated to the writings of Saint Luke

A blog by Richard Anderson.

Poly 3

Poly 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Agnes Repplier

Pronounced Repplier.

Some quotations from John Lukacs, Remembered Past, “Agnes Repplier, Writer and Essayist”:

Every misused word revenges itself forever upon a writer’s reputation.

Suburbanites are traitors to the city.

It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with tingling currents of thought. It is the opening of our mental pores, and the stimulus of marshalling our ideas in words, of setting them forth as gallantly and as graciously as we can.

To cheat ourselves intellectually that we may save ourselves spiritually is unworthy of the creature that man is meant to be. And to what end? Things are as they are, and no amount of self-deception makes them otherwise. The friend who is incapable of depression depresses us as surely as the friend who is incapable of boredom bores us. Somewhere in our hearts is a strong, though dimly understood, desire to face realities, and to measure consequences, to have done with the fatigue of pretending. It is not optimism to enjoy the view when one is treed by a bull; it is philosophy. The optimist would say that being treed was a valuable experience. The disciple of gladness would say that it was a pleasurable sensation. The Christian scientist would say there was no bull, though remaining—if he were wise—on the treetop. The philosopher would make the best of a bad job, and seek what compensation he could find. He is of a class apart.


Friday, May 20, 2005 +

Poly 2

Poly 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Thursday, May 19, 2005 +

Chartres Labyrinth with Rose Window

For in you we live, and move, and have our being.

Chartres 1 2 3 with Rose Window

See also Carnival Lights.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005 +

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The worst priest is better than no priest.

The worst love is better than no love.

Vleeptron’s Labyrinth with Slave Ship

J.M.W. Turner, The Slave Ship, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Slavers Throwing Overboard the Dead and Dying—Typhoon Coming On, 1840.

See also The Grand Canal.

See also Vleeptron’s Labyrinth.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005 +

Vleeptron’s Labyrinth


Monday, May 16, 2005 +

Poly 1

Poly 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Of Human Dignity

Consider that by calling a newly met person by his first name you have actually reduced his individuality. He is now only one of a million Joes or one of ten thousand Josephines. His connection with his family name, with his ancestors, and with his provenance has been severed. Alas, this is but one illustration of how the exaggeration of democracy inevitably leads to the degradation of human dignity.
—John Lukacs, Remembered Past, “61. Teaching,” Note 4, p. 876.


Sunday, May 15, 2005 +

Chartres 3

Chartres 1 2 3 with Rose Window

Chartres 2

Chartres 1 2 3 with Rose Window

Chartres 1

The Pattern of the Labyrinth is inherently lovely. But here we can observe the actual Journey, and this is unexpectedly beautiful, hypnotic, ethereal, sublime.
Bob Merkin

Chartres 1 2 3 with Rose Window

See also Carnival Lights.

Circles for Pentecost