Apologia Pro Vita Suae
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poliphiloI wanted to know the secret so I became a priest. I found out that the secret was a casket full of air. Perfumed air. So I became another sort of a priest. Always a priest. Always surrounded by an aura of benevolence and wisdom- hiding in the cloud.
Wisdom was my junk food, was my junk. I dispensed it with gracious hands. "Here, my dear, have some junk. The secret is there is no secret." "Thank you, your endearing holiness."
Carnival time.
Working as that other sort of priest, I prayed for Understanding. Yes, I knew what I was doing; I was praying to Binah, the Great Cunt in the Sky, Mrs Womb-Tomb-Doom, Creator and Destroyer. Undo me if you must but just let me KNOW.
And then, rattle-bang-flop- out the funhouse door. No more distorting mirrors, no more scary clowns, no more dancing skellibobs.
Oh look. Just look at the....
Wisdom was my junk food, was my junk. I dispensed it with gracious hands. "Here, my dear, have some junk. The secret is there is no secret." "Thank you, your endearing holiness."
Carnival time.
Working as that other sort of priest, I prayed for Understanding. Yes, I knew what I was doing; I was praying to Binah, the Great Cunt in the Sky, Mrs Womb-Tomb-Doom, Creator and Destroyer. Undo me if you must but just let me KNOW.
And then, rattle-bang-flop- out the funhouse door. No more distorting mirrors, no more scary clowns, no more dancing skellibobs.
Oh look. Just look at the....
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Date: 2004-07-10 11:51 am (UTC)I've always liked that title.
When I was at theological college we were encouraged to admire Newman inordinately. I remember studying some controversy he had with Charles Kingsley- something about the the wonderfulness of the Pope I should think. The party line was to swoon over the beauty of Newman's prose and the subtlety of his reasoning and to sneer at Kingsley as a mutton-chop-be-whiskered philistine. I'm afraid I never had the courage- in that super-heated atmosphere- to point out that Kingsley was, in fact, right.
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Date: 2004-07-11 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-11 04:51 am (UTC)No I never understood it either.
There was a nice bit about some wisteria- or some other stuff that was growing up the side of a college- I understood that- but the rest went clean over my head.
I'm unsubtle. I'm a philistine. I'm Charles Kingsley's bitch.
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Date: 2004-07-12 07:36 am (UTC)(You're a philistine and I'm unclean, quite the libertine.)
Oh my! Are you online? Let's chat!
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Date: 2004-07-12 01:47 pm (UTC)Anyway I'm here now... :)
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Date: 2004-07-12 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-07-13 01:07 am (UTC)Sight!
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Date: 2004-07-13 01:28 am (UTC)All right, I will stop. I am starting to really confuse myself.
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Date: 2004-07-13 03:05 am (UTC)One of the things you should know about me is that I'm number-blind. Anything with numbers in it causes me to panic and bolt.
Sweden. I'm curious (yellow). How does Sweden fit into the pattern of your wanderings? I have difficulty imagining you in the icy north. St Petersburg, maybe (under the tsars.) Oslo, no.
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Date: 2004-07-13 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-13 04:50 am (UTC)Was it magical? Yes. Magical and wondrous and beautiful and perfect and one of the greatest trips I have made. Was it worth it? Of course! Was I successful in my attempt to make an ice prince see that he could learn to love a woman of equatorial temperament? Of course not.
But heartbreak is where literature starts. Right there on the airplane, sailing through Monet skies and listening to Madame Butterfly, sobbing in my crackers, missing everything.
He is the Magnus I speak about in my entries. I will always say Sweden is the home of good things--Bond girls and Absolut. But there are things about it we could certainly do without, stone cold inflexibility and, of course, Abba. ;)
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Date: 2004-07-13 05:55 am (UTC)Don't forget Ingmar Bergman. I moderate the Ingmar Bergman Community. At the last count I think we had- ooh- four members. Or was it three?
I go and post there when- like Garbo- I vant to be alone.
Oh yes- Garbo- another good Swedish thing, and then there's the other I. Bergman and Bibi Anderson and Liv Ullman.....
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Date: 2004-07-15 02:18 am (UTC)To put links, you write <*A href="address"*> but without the little *s. If it's something within LJ, like a user or community, you can write <*lj user="name"*>, again without the little *s.
Try it out and see the magic! Also, thanks for the heads up, I will check it out.
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Date: 2004-07-15 02:58 am (UTC)Hey it works. Thanks.
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Date: 2004-07-15 07:59 am (UTC)Right back at you. =)
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