Wednesday, 1 February 2023

February 2023

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.