There is an amazing thing happening out there, in this post-Easter world. I admit to being a spellbound observer of the whole thing. Here’s the play by play: Bellona Times started the ball rolling with a riff on a Francis Bacon essay that treats Pontius Pilate as a sympathetic colonial bureaucrat who had been tricked by Jesus into fulfilling a prophecy he wanted no part of: Pilate’s patience is remarkable. Like later totalitarian regimes, neither imperial Rome nor Tudor England held truck with silence; self-incrimination was their favorite evidence, and they had no scruples about getting it. In fact, the …
Creation is a poem Poem, which is “creation” in Greek and thus St. Paul calls God’s Creation, POIEMA, like a poem by Homer, Padre Angel used to say. Each thing is like a “like” Like a “like” in a Huidobro poem. The entire cosmos copulation. And each thing is word, word of love. — Ernesto Cardenal Cosmic Canticle, Cantiga 2 “The Word” Vincente Huidobro (1893-1948) was a Chilean poet. He founded a school of poetry called “Creacionismo” or “creationism” “Creacionismo was the apotheosis for Huidobro, a space where the poet could assume a role as the divine. In his poem …
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This just in via LanguageHat: An archive of Miao songs about the origin of the universe. Nice blogging sychronicity, I’d say.
Before beginning only Awonawilaona existed, no one else with him in the vast space of time but the black darkness on all sides in the space of time. And he brought forth his thought into space… Nothing existed, neither did nothingness exist, Between day and night there was no frontier. Everything at the beginning was hidden… — Ernesto Cardenal Cosmic Canticle, Cantiga 1 I am struck with the creation stories that begin with a gesture of art. The song, the word, the sculpted gesture. In the Midewiwin tradition of the Ojibway, we are taught that the first sound was the …