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Friends,I like the foreground and background sense here. in the foreground women bring spices to anoint the body of Jesus but are told by 'a young man' that he is gone...they must tell Peter and the disciples that he goes ahead of them to Galilee.this is the foregroundthe doing for the broken defeated and dead teacher and friend that which they could in despite of the the sense of loss and despair. We are all defeated in ways and broken in ways and so in sustaining each other within this awareness of limitation shared, of allowing ourselves to touch weakness and failure, we are doing what they did...But then the unaccountable opens out. there is no end. no ending to the story but a call to meet the one they sought among the dead but who now is moving ahead through life, there to be met in every place, first of all in Galilee the place of beginnings, but in the sister or brother, in of course the bread and wine, in all the unaccountable in our lives, in the earth and sky and mist on the mountains, in every thing the life of the endlessly living one whose life has expanded beyond any individuality without yet losing his own...and in the background the church which in a time remote from the trip of the women, remembers and makes present this sign of the eternal...sharing the call as George W Russell said to "seek on earth what you have found in Heaven"...sharing the sense of a suddenly dizzyingly open future...+Seraphim.
Несколько дней назад на конференции в Москве я всё-таки прокомментировал реакцию представителей Церкви на установку бюста Сталину в Якутске. Здесь есть и нравственные проблемы, и банальное незнание церковных документов. ИА "Благовест-инфо" вполне корректно изложил мою позицию.Памятник Сталину в Якутске: предельно сбалансированные высказывания вокруг предельно конфликтного событияУчастие православных христиан в установке памятников Сталину – событие, недопустимое с нравственной точки зрения, и оно прямо противоречит каноническим установлениям Русской Православной Церкви.Читать полностью...
Греческий Институт СПб: 20 мая в 15.30 пройдет очередное заседание семинара по новогреческой диалектологии, в рамках которого выступит О. Балытникова-Ракитянская с докладом на тему: "Понтийцы: прошлое, настоящее, будущее".Напоминаю, если кто забыл, что завтра, 19 мая - День памяти жертв понтийского геноцида.
Friends,Yesterday afternoon went out to City Island, an island in Long IslandSound which is part of the City and yet is in effect a New Englandseaside village with quaint houses, docks, and an array of seafoodrestaurants. Recommend the Black Whale for its available dining in awonderful back garden and for its crab cakes.Anyway here are some seagulls , beating their wings in a wind blowingthrough their world of air and light..and here after dark and yet gleaming out of that dark are irises bythe road..and here are the shadows of gulls..these today, yours+Seraphim
Friends,One more to share from visit on Sunday to Innisfree Gardens in Dutchess County in the Hudson Valley. Yesterday we spoke of the bridge in the garden, perhaps this picture suggests to us the elements of which all the real or possible worlds are made, earth, water, air and the flowers for fire...tree ,and rocks for metal, if one wants the chinese set...among all these in the garden one may recover, unconsciously even, the sense of oneself within the worlds and rising from them , as in an image of vitruvian man projected on the stars http://ih0.redbubble.net/image.6221069.4292/flat,550x550,075,f.jpg. and then underlying this that from which they rise, akasha in the Indian term for the fifth and first element,and yet beneath that in the garden does one not hear the echo of a first word echoed in turn in the words of the ancient Christian prayer: "Great art Thou, O Lord, and marvelous are Thy works, and speech sufficeth not to sing the praises of Thy wonders. For Thou,by Thy will, from nothingness hast brought all things into being; by Thy majesty Thou dost uphold all creation...Thou hadst framed the universe out of four elements, as thou didst crown the circle of the year with four seasons..."+Seraphim.
Friends,'All creatures are balanced upon the creative word of God, as if upon a bridge of diamond; above them is the abyss of the divine infinitude, below them that of their own nothingness,'I put that quote from St.Philaret of Moscow, with this picture of Innisfree Gardens in Dutchess County New York which I visited the other day because ...well of course there is a bridge and there are two people on it but also because, is it too fanciful to say?, there is a certain dislocation in place.it is the Hudson Valley but also somehow the bridge the lake, and beyond the bridge the winding river into the hills may suggest some other place...some China of dreams?The one place folds into the other and both onto the square small surface of a picture in which the two people are ,and are not. forever present. in a moment of vertigo we realize ourselves between place and place,inner and outer, what is and what is not, and feel with that disorientation a refreshment as if touched by a cool breeze...we turn then and continue across the bridge ,not looking back to see if we are still there on a two dimensional surface , and walk uphill into a wood of pines and it is quiet but the branches above rustle as stirred by wind...+Seraphim.
Friends,This is a photo yesterday of liturgy at St Gregory's in Wappingers Falls. It is a church I have gone too rather often and taken a goodmany photos of and seen others so that, if I may say so, the siteseemed used up for new images in some way.But this one seems to me to ,at least for me, have somethingadditional....Of course there is the Easter white, and the lilies mixing with celebrants and saints on the back wall... made visible by the absence of the heavy iconostasis (icon screen) many orthodoxchurches interpose between altar and people. (the architect by theway was Fr Alexis Vinogradov the pastor of the parish, here servingwith Fr Michael Plekon and Fr John Frazier)There is also the suggested triangle of light in the cupola above...I do not care for romanticizing the Christian liturgy in some ways, butI think that without romanticizing either the action taking place, or theplace, or the past or the future, we can see in the image some reflectionof a further dimension of the world which all Christian, allhuman, worship seeks to turn and open itself towards...towards a Liturgy beyond the liturgy if you will... here is ,and here a certain kind of romanticism surely enters, a sort which I may allow ,and another may not, is a representation by Charles Williams, from the novel "War in Heaven" of Liturgy beyond the liturgy.( Read more...Collapse )
Friends,I saw these blossoms on the ground last night with others still falling from their tree. they look like...well like blossoms on the ground but maybe enough like a fireworks display against the night sky or something to make them worth sharing? So this but then also some thought on falling blossoms, Tennessee Williams, haiku of Issa etc for anyone in the mood for a quick ramble through that sort of thing...( Read more...Collapse )............*a general remark added on the world declining/but blossoms etc.. perhaps beauty can cleanse the eyes so that we see beyond our own mortality which projected on the world makes it seem darker than it is... (to put to one side the question of positive or negative eschatology which is too large for us here assembled maybe in cyber space ) but adds our own projected shadow...and beauty removes that and....if we are very clear sighted may guide to the life,to the immortality,at the depth of our own mortality or as we say that "Christ is Risen!"+Seraphim.
My mother has suddenly lost the use of one of her legs- and it's uncertain whether she'll be able to stay in her 19th century farmhouse, which- among other inconveniences- is full of steps. Ailz and I will be spending the next few days/weeks doing what we can to sort this out- and I don't expect to be visiting LJ much- if at all.I couldn't sleep last night. Eventually I gave up trying and got up and made myself a cup of tea. While I was drinking it I briskly polished off a cryptic crossword that had baffled me the day before. Who knew one could be so razor-sharp at two o'clock in the morning?
Friends,I am going to post, what I have before, The Loves of Taliesin. an ancient Welsh poem with some notes at the end --perhaps some will stay for them, they are my thought."THE LOVES OF TALIESINThe beauty of the virtue in doing penance for excess,Beautiful too that God shall save me.The beauty of a companion who does not deny me his company,Beautiful too the drinking horn’s society.The beauty of a master like Nudd, the Wolf of God,Beautiful too a man who is noble, kind and generous.The beauty of berries at harvest time,Beautiful too the grain on the stalk.The beauty of the sun, clear in the sky,Beautiful too those who pay Adam’s debt. ( Read more...Collapse )What strikes me is the richness of the interweave of light and shadow , as well representing the texture of life as almost any writing I know. It is of course in terms of the world and society of its time but the changeable changed the same vision,if attained, can hold today--seeing beauty in things which even seem opposite, the light not negating the dark or vice versa, the gentle and the stern and so on through all the opposites. I think of Arnold Schonberg's string sextet "Verklarte Nacht" Transfigured Night, whose text, a poem by Richard Dehmel, begins:"Two people are walking through a bare, cold wood;"and ends"Two people walk on through the high, bright night."The eye defines the world for us and can transfigure it if we see and as it were raise our spirit and vision to the level of Taliesin, or so it seems to me on a rainy day, when I am not feeling also all that well, and when there are things on my mind that are or would or will be heavy if I let them...and a photo I took on a road in Galway several years ago.+Seraphim.