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Father Louis Merton |
Wednesday February 01, 2023
Dionysius.
Mystical Theology.
Areopagite.
Affirmation | Negation.
The Via Negativa.
Thursday February 02, 2023
Glenn Gould's clavier
can be less than well-tempered
depending upon
who composed the piece at hand.
Mozart is an example.
Friday February 03, 2023
He was reminded
today that Dorothy Parker’s
poetry can still
be used to make his passes
at a girl who wears glasses.
Saturday February 04, 2023
The old texts state that
it is not for everyone.
It is life itself
that determines who is in
the know, and who fails to show.
Sunday February 05, 2023
When he wakes up each
morning, he thinks that he will
not survive the day.
When he falls asleep at night,
he thinks that he won't wake up.
Monday February 06, 2023
His daily routine
is institutionally
sanctioned and ordered
by the Order that Blessed
Brother Fenoli followed.
Tuesday February 07, 2023
Regulating life
in this manner is a form
of penance for his
former prodigality:
the pig of Saint Antony.
Wednesday February 08, 2023
Writing release notes
for a living is a form
of basket weaving:
it keeps him from becoming
distracted by all the lies.
Thursday February 09, 2023
Is Vatican II
a kind of divertissement
(to this very day)?
The answer to this question
is found in Meister Eckhart.
Friday February 10, 2023
Maybe it is just
a matter of fact that his
acts just don't matter
to anyone anymore.
And what's the matter with that?
Saturday February 11, 2023
The terror of hell
seduced him, and he became
completely reclused:
the Queen of heaven and earth
gave birth to love surrendered.
Sunday February 12, 2023
His love surrendered
remains his love remembered:
sometimes the only
way to truly love someone
is to become a stranger...
Monday February 13, 2023
The Black Madonna
is the true terror of hell.
“Ave Maria,
gratia plena” he prays,
as he loves her Angelus.
Tuesday February 14, 2023
And then suddenly
her words appear before him.
They are pure magic.
And yet, he has always read
them in all he has written.
Wednesday February 15, 2023
He checks every so
often: it's a ritual.
Everything that was
between them is just between
them...in silence and ciszy.
Thursday February 16, 2023
His heart is breaking
because her heart was broken.
The first noble truth?
It's the coldest of comforts:
life unmakes us, one and all.
Friday February 17, 2023
His intuition
about new love being found
elsewhere with someone
else was silently confirmed.
No disbelief to suspend.
Saturday February 18, 2023
Discrete disclosure:
he was shown using pictures,
and not told with words.
Mina wrote Vlad a letter.
1000 words: much better.
Sunday February 19, 2023
Just prior to her
pictures, he was planning a
trip to God’s Playground.
He wanted to surprise her
on a certain August day.
Monday February 20, 2023
Unspeakably sad:
her precious and tender heart
was not the only
one broken and torn apart.
What Hemingway wrote is right.
Tuesday February 21, 2023
Solidarity:
this Pater Familias
was tragically torn
between the woman he loves,
and the children he adores.
Wednesday February 22, 2023
And then there were two:
they breathe the same air, they view
their own midnight moon,
they live, and move, and have their
being by the Baltic Sea.
Thursday February 23, 2023
His crazy wisdom
consists in paying very
close attention to
either keeping his papers,
or throwing them all away.
Friday February 24, 2023
His patron saint is
Antony the Great: the least
of all the hermits.
He spoke with the animals,
like holy Poverello.
Saturday February 25, 2023
She once carried him
over her sea to a safe,
sabbatarian,
shire: a real harbinger
of silent sanctuary.
Sunday February 26, 2023
He threshes his flesh
with the thorns and the briers
from the deserted
desert of his empty cell
(mostly) moment by moment.
Monday February 27, 2023
His very sweet thing
is the only one that makes
his heart sing amar.
She’s not his, can’t deny it,
but she’s still loved: “Yes, you are.”
Tuesday February 28, 2023
Does she hear him late
at night craving her swoon by
HOWLing at their moon?
There is no need for sorrow
somewhere over the rainbow.