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| Karl Rahner (David Levine) |
Wednesday January 01, 2020
Waka poetry:
five syllables on line one,
seven on line two,
five on three, seven on four,
and seven again on five.
Thursday January 02, 2020
It seems he will be
practicing autonomy
in this lofty hut.
He has lived through this before.
These things always get settled.
Friday January 03, 2020
He is The Dumb Ox,
but I'm only a dumb ass
(or so I was told):
"Thou shalt not plough with an ox
and with an ass together."
Saturday January 04, 2020
The way to sum up
his definitive response
is to quote Deckard:
"Sometimes when you love someone
you got to be a stranger."
Sunday January 05, 2020
They can all just go
back to where they came from: Hell
hath no fury now.
Enough is more than enough:
call their bluff, cut their losses.
Monday January 06, 2020
I don't want to think.
My brain is prone to migraines.
The pain cripples me.
They appear without notice.
I remain at their mercy.
Tuesday January 07, 2020
The key is to be
a very simple Catholic:
praying every day,
attending Mass once a week,
and confession once a month.
Wednesday January 08, 2020
From now on it is
the autonomous recluse.
This solves most problems.
The process of purposeful
avoidance guarantees it.
Thursday January 09, 2020
His heart was restless
until it found rest in Thee.
He implicitly
disclosed this when he answered
the RCIA question.
Friday January 10, 2020
Mystic Rhythms from
La Villa Strangiato
just hours before
the tragic news was announced.
This remains my special gift.
Saturday January 11, 2020
There is only one
who is my order, my rule,
my cell, and my life.
Take away all the Trappings,
only then will it be found.
Sunday January 12, 2020
His life on the road
really forced him to become
a reading hermit.
Where would I be without his
autodidacticism?
Monday January 13, 2020
When the anger ends
the old memories begin
to disclose themselves.
And then I am reminded
why my silence is righteous.
Tuesday January 14, 2020
Administration
is not in my bag of tricks.
I don't care enough.
I was made to be behind
the programming they process.
Wednesday January 15, 2020
Only once a day
now as I experiment
with less being more.
I just want simplicity,
not useless intricacy.
Thursday January 16, 2020
As he makes his rounds
around the faithful prayers of
the congregation,
he places all of the texts
in their proper place in space.
Friday January 17, 2020
All I require
for my solitary life
are the three black books.
The rest of the texts provide
insightful commentary.
Saturday January 18, 2020
Not that long ago
I was planning to be in
another country.
Instead, I watch the fire
inside as it snows outside.
Sunday January 19, 2020
It's the last Sunday
before the beginning of
the end of my life.
Canto Gregoriano
is my final requiem.
Monday January 20, 2020
The lure of allure
must always be avoided.
It comes in all forms.
Recently it just happened
to come from the opera.
Tuesday January 21, 2020
Blessed Saint Agnes.
She was burned and beheaded
for her purity
one thousand and six hundred
and sixty years to the day.
Wednesday January 22, 2020
Sixty six was not
meant for thee, but meant for me.
So let it be done.
The beginning of the end
could not be any clearer.
Thursday January 23, 2020
The most blessed one.
She is the terror of hell.
This we know so well
because of our relentless
devotion to her office.
Friday January 24, 2020
Into the mystic:
Acts seventeen thirty four.
No need to say more:
the Areopagite judge
is less pseudo than Plato.
Saturday January 25, 2020
Hörer des Wortes
finally arrived in the mail.
It is a small book
with a very big message:
"When this courage is lacking..."
Sunday January 26, 2020
Realization:
reclusivity is as
real as real can be
for a discontent like me
(an unknown solitary).
Monday January 27, 2020
Old Blood reappears
at the appropriate time.
It's unexpected,
but so appreciated.
I need him more than ever.
Tuesday January 28, 2020
Silence tells no lies.
It never ever deceives.
Philosophicus:
Whereof one retains silence,
thereof one remains silent.
Wednesday January 29, 2020
Retreat abruptly.
Retrieve assiduously.
Remain abjectly.
React autonomously.
Reject automatically.
Thursday January 30, 2020
And then suddenly
he was gone from the lives he
left his mark upon.
All those who knew him, loved him.
Those who knew not, sang a hymn.
Friday January 31, 2020
She calls me "Father."
"There's a reverence about you,"
she gently tells me.
According to her I have
never truly been married.
