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Quotes on Literature

“When we are at play, or looking at a painting or a stature, or reading a story, the imaginary work must have such an effect on us that it enlarges our own sense of reality.”

~Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water

“Students value literature as a means of enlarging their knowledge of the world, because through literature they acquire not so much additional information as additional experience.”

~Marie Rosenblatt, Literature as Exploration

“Literature… serves to deepen and to extend human greatness through the nurture of beauty, understanding, and compassion. In none of these ways, of course, can literature, unless it be the literature of the Christian faith, lead us to the City of God, but it may make our life in the city of man far more a thing of joy and meaning and humanity, and that in itself is no small achievement. Great literature may not be a Jacob’s ladder by which we can climb to heave, but it provides an invaluable staff with which to walk the earth.”

~Roland M. Frye, Perspectives on Man: Literature and the Christian Tradition

“Art is one of the means by which man grabbles with and assimilates reality.”

~Ralph Fox, The Novel and the People

“The primary job that any writer faces is to tell you a story of human experience—I mean by that, universal mutual experience, the anguishes and troubles and gifts of the human heart, which is universal, without regard to race or time or condition.”

~William Faulkner, Faulkner at West Point

“A poem… begins in delight and ends in wisdom [and]… a clarification of life… For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn’t know I knew… There is a glad recognition of the long lost.”

~Robert Frost, “The Figure a Poem Makes”

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See Leland Ryken, The Christian Imagination 

Antithesis 23

I have no provider, I shall be in want
I will not lie down in green pastures
I will not rest beside waters of rest
My soul will not be restored
I will continue in my wickedness

I walk through the valley of death
And I fear evil
for God is not with me
I have not God’s rod or staff
to comfort me
 
God has prepared no table before me
I am consumed by my enemies
Instead of goodness wrath will follow me
All the days of my perpetual death
and I shall dwell in the pit of hell forever

Dustin Kensrue – This Is War

Thought provoking song and video. 

 

“This Is War,”  Allen Swoope and Dustin Kensrue:

“This is war like you ain’t seen.
This winter’s long, it’s cold and mean.
With hangdog hearts we stood condemned,
But the tide turns now at Bethlehem.

This is war and born tonight,
The Word as flesh, the Lord of Light,
The Son of God, the low-born king;
Who demons fear, of whom angels sing.

This is war on sin and death;
The dark will take it’s final breath.
It shakes the earth, confounds all plans;
The mystery of God as man.”

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”     

~Revelation 21:4

Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus, Come! 

to cover up stench

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There’s a beautiful smell in the air tonight
Urine
And in the distance the sound of a bar fight
Pour out the cupboards
Fill up the tables
And think of all those who starve
Dust the empty rooms
Dust the empty rooms
And think of all those who have no room to dust
There’s a beautiful smell in the air tonight
So forget about the world around us
Yes, lock up in the castle of our house
We say, “This waiter is so slow
don’t they know I have places to go?”
Rush, rush, and forget the starving
Drink in the beauty
Reject the rest
Life is always sweet when you look at what you want
Damn the rest
Yes, there’s a beautiful smell
But we bought it
Real life often stinks
At least for some
But we mask it
We look past it
And soak in only beauty

The Contradiction that is Humanity

East of Eden, this trance in which were caught. Serpents all around, lies within, lies without. Death, death, unspoken though it be, prevails. Prevailing misery, wrapped in supposed ecstasy. Whisper, whisper; slither near, they speak the lies into my ear. Sell it all, the order built tall, fails. Embrace it all, accept all, end null. Trudge on and live and die, for what do we expire? Only all we desire. Endless cycle of misery, never free. Eat the apple, embrace the noose. Slither near, oh yes, my dear. Come here, constrict me. Worthless cycle, the viper of this world, strikes fast yet the venom kills slow. How strange, but the hand that feeds me, bites me. Diluted profit, fruitless field, this the futility that we yield. Strive for the Garden, yet we embrace the curse; oh, the contradiction that is humanity.

East of Eden, for a season, the King will soon return. Every foe vanquished, for every thorn a rose. The King, He soon shall reign! Then, the refrain, forever remain, “life, life!” The serpent is gone, we sing a new song forever of our Savior. We ate of the tree, He died on a tree to be the curse we created, and with His death, death’s defeated.

To Leah

 

In the mean, time I think I’ll just die
Pull my heart out
Give you my left lung
Yes, just pull out all my toe nails too
Cause all I want is you

Untitled

 

 

 

 

 

O’ for the Crash

Smug death
  Infection
    Guided by misdirection

I fall to the grave
  Ablaze
    In false glory

The story goes on
  Repeated with repugnant nausea
    I fall

O’ for the crash
  For glue
    To hold and make new

Made awake
  Invigorated bliss
    Subtle kiss
    now bursting

O’ for light
O’ dawn blaze
  Inflame my gaze
  No more night
    Set it to flight

Desecration and De-creation via the Red-Light District

I was in Germany for my job a few years ago. I got to wander the streets of Nuremberg with a few friends. It was a great time until…

Until my friends just happened to stumble upon the red-light district. I saw a woman, made in the image of God, standing naked in the arch of a door offering herself up for purchase. It was very sad.

…Imagine a dozen roses being trampled underfoot and ground into the pavement. Or your families heirloom vase being thrown crashing to the ground. The intended beautiful design gravely marred and belittled…

We didn’t walk down the street.

I wouldn’t.

…Nuremberg is a beautiful city. The city from all I could tell is thriving. Yet it has places, I suppose like any city, where the thin veneer has washed away and the anti-creation is showing. Where the inner man is as visible as the graffiti on the walls…

Here’s a poem I wrote later that day:

Strained by tears that she wears inside
Never to hide

Ever inspected for beauty
Yet coldly rejected

Infected by the strain
The strain of prideful lust

Her bosom embraced but not with kind face
Ever the look of lust

She is a mere possession
A brief obsession
To use and then discard
Disregard that she’s a person and use her for your end

Ageless beauty,
clothed in agony,
the only veil she knows

She roams the streets
Anything for the right price

O’ but this woman that we deface
Is more than a nice face

Men may have her
and hate her
but for her,
Christ He died!

Jesus cries, Daughter!
You are my daughter, no whore!

I will embrace and wipe your tears
I will love and calm your fears

O’ my child, for you I weep
I long to tenderly clothe you
To clothe you with love

To you, show the meaning of true love

When Jesus our King returns
Clean will be the streets

 

Angst

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The angst within my soul
is burring deep,
I’m not complete.
 
Our sordid searching
just brings us further down.
 
Where’s the joy
I’ve sought
but haven’t found?
 
I’ve searched upon this plane,
yet passions they will not wane.
 
They remain,
they hunt
and haunt me.
 
Empty echoes,
shallow graves,
and traces of what should be.
 
This world is mists and shadows.
An illusion,
a dream,
a desire;
yet broken.
 
There seems to be no substance.
Faded sketches.
Only traces left.
The remnants of what may have been.
 
O’ for my soul to soak in and ingest my longing.
For what I ache for to be realized.
 
Do you feel the angst?
 
Do you see the hypocrisy in all our running?
 
Do you live
but know the lie?
 
Can you see past the thin veneer?
 
Do you face the façade?
 
We live in a land of dreams
that is already
and always broken and unreal.
 
We live in the time in between.
We live in the real that’s broken.
 
And yet…