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Meeting the Man: James Baldwin in Paris (1970)
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c.k. williams, from "heracles" / anne carson, from h of h playbook
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Ursula le Guin
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-The Old Astronomer to his Pupil, by Sarah Williams
"Hymn to Nomos (Law).
The holy king of gods and men I call, heavenly Nomos, the righteous seal of all:
the seal which stamps whatever the earth contains, and all concealed within the liquid plains:
stable, and starry, of harmonious frame, preserving laws eternally the same.
Thy all-composing power in heaven appears, connects its frame, and props the starry spheres; and unjust envy shakes with dreadful sound, tossed by thy arm in giddy whirls around.
'Tis thine the life of mortals to defend, and crown existence with a blessed end;
for thy command alone, of all that lives, order and rule to every dwelling goes. Ever observant of the upright mind, and of just actions the companion kind.
Foe to the lawless, with avenging ire, their steps involving in destruction dire.
Come, blest, abundant power, whom all reverse, by all desired, with favouring mind draw near; give me through life on thee to fix my sight, and never forsake the equal paths of right."
Orphic Hymn 64 to Nomos (trans. Taylor) (Greek hymns C3rd B.C. to 2nd A.D.) :
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Last night I finally found some poems that save my life a little bit
They were written by the Brazilian catholic archbishop Hélder Câmara, and very religious and spiritual in a beautiful way.
I think some people's religion calls them to live in a state of compassion and wonder that I find to be very profound
I don't know what I think about faith anymore but I think this guy understood something.
"Do not condemn us to be alone when together. Allow us to be together when alone."
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Some rather surprising crowned heads are collected in my king gallery.
Source: oneletterwords.com
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Langston Hughes, “Litany.” Selected poems of Langston Hughes
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The poet lights
the light and fades
away. But the light
goes on and on.
~ Emily Dickinson
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Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani
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I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing — that the light is everything
Every year the lilies are so perfect I can hardly believe
their lapped light crowding the black, mid-summer ponds. Nobody could count all of them --...
But what in this world is perfect?
I bend closer and see how this one is clearly lopsided -- and that one wears an orange blight -- and this one is a glossy cheek
half nibbled away -- and that one is a slumped purse full of its own unstoppable decay.
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled -- to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing -- that the light is everything -- that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
— Mary Oliver, from "The Ponds" in "House of Light" (Beacon Press, April 8, 1992)
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“The Blade of the Sword is the Blood of the Sun.
The Hilt and the Hand that hold it are One.”
Michael Moorcock
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October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.
Angela Carter
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