Archive for July 2009What you are doing when you are listening as a Christian is putting your hand quietly in the other man’s life and feeling gently along the rim of his soul until you come to a crack, some frustration, some problem or anguish you sense that he may or may not be totally conscious of.
—Keith Miller, The Taste of New Wine, 1970, p. 100
To be sure, this image has aged rather less well than wine.
Quotidian exquisite,
award winning
wound every morning,
heaven ticking in ordinaire time
as vows pay.
Flies, all the time. Flies,
and so the time flies.
It rides in the incense of saints,
circumnavigates
scent and heat and death—
sweet breath—
heat and scent,
death and heat and scent.
Vulture-ringing upendedness, ebbs
idling, innocuous, tactile but slippery,
upon shaky souls, upon a smouldering field of battle
still not won. Beelzebub.
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I'm Mark Knight, and I live in Guildford, UK. I pilfered Garth Marenghi's self-description in a tongue-in-cheek way, hoping to be not merely reflector, nor rhetor, but actor.
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