Though the surface of the statue was pockmarked, scratched and pitted–the limbs didn't seem severed or mangled, so much as ground down, worn away as wood or stone is worn away by water or weather or time. For that reason the statue seemed to occupy two time frames, one brief, one prolonged. Both the violent instant, the impact of a blinding light, an obliterating moment of force–but also the slow duration over which the supposedly permanent is steadily, patiently effaced.
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a translation of “Daedalus and Icarus”
⎺ Translation by C.A. Adderley
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“Low Tide”
⎺Original Poetry from John Grey
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On Lament, the Blues, and Political Cynicism
Recent articles of note from the world wide web.
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Blinded by Ideals: Mark Twain’s Wisdom for Classical Schools
The unique situation of the classical school revival in the modern age makes it especially vulnerable to the temptation of ideology.
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The Man Born to Be King
Join us for a conversation with Dr. Kathryn Wehr on her new edition of The Man Born to Be King, the classic cycle of plays about Jesus's life.
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“Good Friday: Veronica Considers the Veil”
⎺Original Poetry from Anne-Sophie Olsen
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“Two Trees”
⎺Original Poetry from J-T Kelly
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Laurus, Sacramentality and Enchantment
Laurus teaches us about bearing—each other’s burdens and our own, the weight of our sin, and the weight of glory.
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Music Recommendation: Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guèbrou
Meet Emahoy, the 99-year-old Ethiopian nun who writes and plays her own unique blend of music from ancient to modern influences, all of them deeply personal.
