I was idly tapping search terms into the Interweb and, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but this recent addition to the Criterion Collection:
Not only have I not seen this film, I’ve not heard of it. Anyone?
I was idly tapping search terms into the Interweb and, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but this recent addition to the Criterion Collection:
Not only have I not seen this film, I’ve not heard of it. Anyone?
Make no mistake: God is not mocked, for a person will reap only what he sows.
“The truly expectant person keeps company with his expectancy every day. It arises earlier in the morning than he himself, is up and about sooner, goes to bed later in the evening than he does himself; the inner being, to whom expectancy belongs, does not need as much sleep as the outer being. His concern is the same every day, because his innermost life is equally important to him at every moment. Yet he does not consume his soul in impatience, but in patience he offers his expectancy; in patience he sacrifices it by submitting it to God.”
Bad Catholics, like those here assembled, ought to listen to the words of good priests, especially when those words are about Bob Dylan. Let us listen attentively:
Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain. Be ye also patient; stablish your hearts: for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh.
What will they think of next?
Starting today, the Korrektiv Public Library will be tucking the following bookmark into the pages of every book we loan (click to enlarge, presumably):
* We owe thanks to Marc Drogin’s fine book Anathema! Medieval Scribes and the History of Book Curses for the precise wording of this policy.
My devotions are not as worldly as Rufus’, but I make up for that in other ways.
(1) Mass
(2) Lectio Divina
(3) Angelus
(4) Compressed Rosary (Our Father, 3 Hail Mary’s, Glory Be)
(5) St. Augustine, St. Benedict, J.S. Bach
In French, friends, merde is a naughty word, but Walker Percy was not naughty in that respect.
To celebrate his birthday, Søren has beat the hell out of Friedrich. Happy birthday, Søren!
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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