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Urbi et Orbi Posted by calebmarquard

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Songs pour forth amidst raindrops,
guardian Apostles moved by every tear from above,
solemnly cleansing.

Broad fields of wet cobblestone
allowing saints and spirits
to pass unhindered in service to our King
who stays with us.

Riddle Me Tuesday: Edition2 Posted by calebmarquard

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From treasure trove of Tolkien:

This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.

Do you know what it is?

Random Thursday Edition2 Posted by calebmarquard

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Oh, the slap-stick comedy
from the Brothers Marx
to the Stooges Three,
all along the Fields of W.C.
even to Laurel and Hardy.

Witty Wednesday: Edition2 Posted by calebmarquard

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Calling upon that bastion of wit himself, Mr. G. K. Chesterton:

“I agree with the realistic Irishman who said he preferred to prophesy after the event.” – Illustrated London News, Oct. 7, 1916

Riddle Me Tuesday: Edition1 Posted by calebmarquard

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To kick off this series, lets start at the very beginning:

The beginning of eternity
The end of time and space
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.

Random Thursday: Edition1 Posted by calebmarquard

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Colors

I can’t believe it
I look out
At the leaves
They’re green again
And I bet
That when I look again
They’ll be colored
Then carmelized to brown
Until they’re gone
Then round and back again
Pacing, ever quicker
Quicker, I can’t believe it
Quicker, can I peer closer
Quicker, can I take in its beauty?
Quicker, until I stand
Against the glass
For an instant
I see the colors
But staring back
I see
not leaves but me
contrasted grey

Witty Wednesday: Edition1 Posted by calebmarquard

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Wit is often best served as a cocktail, quick and to the point.

XVI  TO AVITUS

Of the epigrams which you read here, some are good, some middling, many bad; a book, Avitus, cannot be made in any other way.

The Whole World Posted by calebmarquard

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I know, my friends, it has been longbut not too long: lets begin

How hard to stretch the mind to higher cause

And art’s true virtues into life imbue

By holding tight to breath and breadth impart

To naught but heart and minds purview

 

And to keep that realm amidst the tattered throes

of friend and foe alike who do not know

what glory seen amidst the vaulted

rise, ethereal interior skies

 

How hard to keep aloft what naught

but soul and mind sustain

like transparent scaffolds, limbs remain

to uphold with airy force what little more

than butterfly wings could destroy

 

But that they may gaze upon the truth

of such beauty rarified;

it exists! And so I must in you,

my friend, confide to save

this world, I give my back.

I Atlas

and you

my world

Riddle Me Monday Posted by calebmarquard

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Simple! Its Monday: I give you a riddle, you try to solve it!
(Hint Hint: It will deal with the themes of the previous week. Comment to guess the answer!)

But try do I to count that which
the human races future dreads
as little more than I can fathom
sideways blows the paper shreds.

Who am I?

Simple Complexities: TheSonnet Posted by calebmarquard

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Continuing where we left off, taking the molecule and delving deeper to the core. Ive just finished research on the intriguing development of the first nuclear reaction, from its brain child in the first Solvay conferences, to its materialization (or more appropriately, de-materialization) in the form of the trinity test. Side note that Ive never liked how science, news, or pop culture have utilized religious nomenclature to apply to secular things. It has always bothered me.

Sophomore: But hey hypocrite, you were comparing molecules to angels and the Trinity in the last post! And you just stole nomenclature from the pagan Romans.
Me: Step off son, we put the Holy in Holy Roman Empire. Just listen to my boy Athanasius *hands-off mic* (24 min rap solo by Athanasius Kircher.) We Put the Holy in Your Holiday single, in stores Dec 1st.
Wow, I was going to have this post be all somber and dark, quick in quick out, but its morphed for sure.

Snapping back to reality; thats how I feel about the name of the trinity test. But the thing that intrigued me was Oppenheimers inspiration for naming the test trinity . For even he, as he was experimenting with the powers of the universe, could discern from what source the powers came. That he was witnessing it. Understanding it. Materializing it.

Would not God, who let the hand of Thomas touch His hands and side
let those probe the depths of the heavens, read the rays of the skies
just so that they might know and believe in Him?

Oppenheimers test codename was sourced from John Donnes poem. (Yes, the same John Donne gave Hemingway the line For whom the bell tolls.) The sonnet below:

Batter my heart, three-persond God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, oerthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

I, like an usurpd town to another due,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captivd, and proves weak or untrue.

Yet dearly I love you, and would be lovd fain,
But am betrothd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

The sonnet is so complex in its inter-phrase rhythm, patterned rhyme, and symbolic nouns. It by its constituent parts can be subject to utter academic and scholarly scrutiny and made into endless typologies. Why? Because the crafting of a sonnet is an art. The art of mapping the complexity of rhyme and rhythm with the symbolic nouns and adjectives.

But probe the depths even deeper. See what inspired him to choose Donnes poem in the first place. Remorse. Repentance. The need to be built up again. Acknowledging the power of God is beyond our power, and earthly powers because it is He that wrought them all.

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