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With her circle of Romantic, ‘free’ spirited friends, Mary Shelley perceived the dark side of the ascendancy of scientific, materialist rationalism over nature, poetry and feelings. She was less aware of the dangers to humanity of her own set’s elevation of emotional passion and nature worship into the vacuum left by the Enlightenment’s dismissal of God. Their reactionary pull to the opposite extreme placed the demi-gods Artist and Lover on the throne that Science had usurped. [Read more…]
During National Poetry Month, I’m on the lookout for Catholic poets who might want a bit of promoting. It’s easy for the dead poets – they are safely in the canon, and people can recommend the best of them knowing others have vetted their work (and that they didn’t do anything too embarassing before they died).
One of my all-time favorite poets agrees with me that poetry needs to be heard.
“…poetry is the darling child of speech. …it must be spoken: till it is spoken it is not performed, it does not perform, it is not itself.” Gerard Manley Hopkins
I’m doing my part by making recordings of my poems available here.
Meanwhile, it would be so great if, during National Poetry Month, you would take a poem and read it aloud. Any poem! I firmly believe that, unless we recover a taste for poetry, an ear for poetic speech, a soul in-formed by poems, we will greatly lack capacity for Christ. The Eucharist will be the same yesterday, today, and forever, but we must cultivate capacity to receive it.
From every corner of the world of home education, I pulled images of how ‘our school’ might be – most of them in conflict with each other, and none a perfect picture of how ‘our school’ actually was.
I once sang a duet with a friend at the front of our church sanctuary. By the end, we both – though of robust voice – were singing so very softly that we could hardly be heard. Afterward – when we stopped laughing – we tried to figure out what in the world had happened to us. [Read more…]