I really appreciated the presentation. I read Lord Of The Rings three times during the year of the mask. The characters were very attached to their songs, poetry, traditional stories. Anthony Esolen demonstrates how our souls have been turned away from truth and beauty. The Hound Of Heaven pierces my soul. Thank you Francis Thompson.
I never understood poetry but my daughter loves it! This episode was very educational for me and I must say I enjoyed it! God bless you Fathers and keep going.
I am a professor of the Old Testament, but I remember when I first took a class called Hebrew Reading it completely opened up the old testament in a way that English never had.
Modern Americans do have poetry in our culture. But most of it has taken the form of lyrics since the advent of recorded music and radio. Relatively few Americans can recite poetry apart from study. But all Americans can recite song lyrics. That said, take heart! There are still Christians writing poetry. I'm a songwriter and a poet, so my own poems cling more firmly to rhyme and rhythm. Here's a simple one I wrote for Pentecost: The moment was forever when tongues of fire were born. We watched in aweful silence descending of the storm. A noise of Being speaking without the fire we heard; a thunder-shaking vision without the Rabbi's word. The firestorm fell among us, but peace would hold us still as noise of fire was parted by Heaven's hidden will. The flames were storm no longer, with musical select; a note within the mystery for each of the elect. Enjoined within the fire, the old world burned away. We saw in every person the Word revealed that day. And speaking from the pulpit the Rabbi was believed; though strange it was to hear His voice from every voice conceived. The moment is forever when tongues of fire are born. This puzzle fits together; the Body moves in form. I sing of every member who bears the holy flame. The Lord is come in glory here and holy is His name.
I appreciated this episode a lot. I am a lover of poetry and fiction and GOOD art that makes one think about life and reach for hope in ways that are not always attainable through reason and logic. I like how he said rationality is a blunt object and overused. I suppose society has tried to separate art and spirituality so, of course, the depth is missing when the divine is absent-although it’s never truly absent, but pushed aside and ignored and resisted. Guess it’s time I stop resisting. This really reminded me why it’s so important to fill ourselves up with the Good which is only found in God’s grace and mercy. Thank you. Oh, I just really needed this. ❤️
Prob few people are educated in poetry, but learn its words, phrasing, rhythm, surprises, mysteries and delights, by reading great poems (Shakespeare, Frost, Dickens....), reading ancient psalms, and then writing a few lines on something you love, learned, or even detest!
fwiw, a favorite: “As others gazed on earth, Her vales, her plains, her green mead ocean-girt, So gazed the Saint forever upon God. That girds all worlds - saw intermediate naught - And on Him watched the sunshine and the storm And learned His countenance, and from it alone drew upon his heart his day and night. That contemplation was no dream, It hurried him on his mission. As a sword he lodged his soul within the hand divine. And wrought, keen edged, God’s counsel. Next to God, next and how near, he loved the Souls of men.” -Sir Aubrey de Vere on St Patrick, and included in a biography of St Dominic, by Sr Mary Dorcy
He asked a question in the middle and hinted this topic is not his strength. But yes, I noticed that too. Honestly though, I think it shows how good he is at listening which is rare nowadays.
A NAME FOR ALL by Hart Crane Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page And still wing on, untarnished of the name We pinion to your bodies to assuage Our envy of your freedom-we must maim Because we are usurpers, and chagrined- And take the wing and scar it in the hand. Names we have, even, to clap on the wind; But we must die, as you, to understand. I dreamed that all men dropped their names, and sang As only they can praise, who build their days With fin and hoof, with wing and sweetend fang Struck free and holy in one Name always. .
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I really appreciated the presentation.
I read Lord Of The Rings three times during the year of the mask.
The characters were very attached to their songs, poetry, traditional stories.
Anthony Esolen demonstrates how our souls have been turned away from truth and beauty.
The Hound Of Heaven pierces my soul.
Thank you Francis Thompson.
I never understood poetry but my daughter loves it! This episode was very educational for me and I must say I enjoyed it! God bless you Fathers and keep going.
Poets were the rock stars of the 19th century. Now rappers are the rock stars. How to recover? Start with the psalms.
And there was that happy time of innocence when the rock stars were rock stars. And many of them were poets.
Very nice. Thank you Fathers.
Thanks so much
I am a professor of the Old Testament, but I remember when I first took a class called Hebrew Reading it completely opened up the old testament in a way that English never had.
Modern Americans do have poetry in our culture. But most of it has taken the form of lyrics since the advent of recorded music and radio. Relatively few Americans can recite poetry apart from study. But all Americans can recite song lyrics.
That said, take heart! There are still Christians writing poetry. I'm a songwriter and a poet, so my own poems cling more firmly to rhyme and rhythm. Here's a simple one I wrote for Pentecost:
The moment was forever
when tongues of fire were born.
We watched in aweful silence
descending of the storm.
A noise of Being speaking
without the fire we heard;
a thunder-shaking vision
without the Rabbi's word.
The firestorm fell among us,
but peace would hold us still
as noise of fire was parted
by Heaven's hidden will.
The flames were storm no longer,
with musical select;
a note within the mystery
for each of the elect.
Enjoined within the fire,
the old world burned away.
We saw in every person
the Word revealed that day.
And speaking from the pulpit
the Rabbi was believed;
though strange it was to hear His voice
from every voice conceived.
The moment is forever
when tongues of fire are born.
This puzzle fits together;
the Body moves in form.
I sing of every member
who bears the holy flame.
The Lord is come in glory here
and holy is His name.
wow. one year late, but i have to say, this is really good!!!
I appreciated this episode a lot. I am a lover of poetry and fiction and GOOD art that makes one think about life and reach for hope in ways that are not always attainable through reason and logic.
I like how he said rationality is a blunt object and overused. I suppose society has tried to separate art and spirituality so, of course, the depth is missing when the divine is absent-although it’s never truly absent, but pushed aside and ignored and resisted. Guess it’s time I stop resisting.
This really reminded me why it’s so important to fill ourselves up with the Good which is only found in God’s grace and mercy. Thank you. Oh, I just really needed this. ❤️
I think one of the necessities of learning to appreciate poetry is to say it out loud.
Looks like I've been missing out! Thanks for this introduction to Anthony Esolen.
Just TH-cam searched "Anthony Esolen lecture" and now I have a feast of learning ahead!
@@patfoley8122 I'm sorry, how did I offend you by mentioning I searched for Anthony Esolen lectures?
Excellent! Please have Prof. Esolen on as much as possible to talk literature or anything else really...
Prob few people are educated in poetry, but learn its words, phrasing, rhythm, surprises, mysteries and delights, by reading great poems (Shakespeare, Frost, Dickens....), reading ancient psalms, and then writing a few lines on something you love, learned, or even detest!
Guestsplaining groovy stuff!
You should have E Michael Jones as a guest.
fwiw, a favorite:
“As others gazed on earth,
Her vales, her plains, her green
mead ocean-girt,
So gazed the Saint forever upon God.
That girds all worlds - saw
intermediate naught -
And on Him watched the sunshine
and the storm
And learned His countenance, and
from it alone drew upon his heart
his day and night.
That contemplation was no dream,
It hurried him on his mission.
As a sword he lodged his soul
within the hand divine.
And wrought, keen edged, God’s
counsel. Next to God, next and
how near, he loved the Souls
of men.”
-Sir Aubrey de Vere on St Patrick, and included in a biography of St Dominic, by Sr Mary Dorcy
007, cool
Nice work. But for the announcements at the end did Fr Pine say anything?
He asked a question in the middle and hinted this topic is not his strength.
But yes, I noticed that too. Honestly though, I think it shows how good he is at listening which is rare nowadays.
A NAME FOR ALL
by Hart Crane
Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page
And still wing on, untarnished of the name
We pinion to your bodies to assuage
Our envy of your freedom-we must maim
Because we are usurpers, and chagrined-
And take the wing and scar it in the hand.
Names we have, even, to clap on the wind;
But we must die, as you, to understand.
I dreamed that all men dropped their names, and sang
As only they can praise, who build their days
With fin and hoof, with wing and sweetend fang
Struck free and holy in one Name always.
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