Easter Eve: Sepulchre
April 11, 2009
I highly recommend going about 2/3 of the way down this man’s website. His incredible sketches of Israel, and the Holy Sepulcre in particular might help illuminate this poem.
Constantine knew, of course, just what he wanted:
smooth verticals and marble, crushed glass rolled underfoot,
room for archangels with their orbs and wands,
space for cool power to stroll, relaxed and heavy-footed
Out to the little scented hedges, under a cross that shimmers,
silver and rubies, soft shadows lapping at the ankles.
He cut and smoothed, levelled and piled and spread:
light; crystal; breezy veils; a new, enlightened holy hill.
History (or something) disagreed. The centuries squared up,
exchanged curt, recognizing nods, moved in,
folded and packed, crumpled and stripped and boxed:
the shadows shook themselves, lurched up and smiled
From a new height; people found other things
to do with silver. Air from the marble lungs
is punched out, and the colonnades are crushed and processed
into a maze of ditches, damp stone capsules,
Whorls, cavities, corners with don’t-ask smells
and fairground decoration. A collapsing star, screwing its stuff
into the dark: soaring heat, density, a funnel
spinning towards the opposite of anything.
* * *
Saturday afternoon, the bodies squashed, wet, boxed,
breathing into the shadows full of smells and tinsel;
flame leaks and spits out of the singularity,
sparks a cracked bell. Iron, rope, smoke
Pant in the tight dark, a light-footed,
high-strung passing. Afterwards we breathe,
dry off the sweat and crying, ask what history
is after, bullying us into walking, into this oppositeness.
Cantaur
The Poems of Rowan Williams, Eerdman’s 2002
Economic Woes
March 7, 2009
Spring Break is coming up and I’ll throw a couple more posts out there. Until then, here is a lengthy essay by none other than that thinker who idadvertantly dominates this blog; Rowan Williams. I think that the fact that the Archbishop does not act like the two polar sides in Anglicanism want him to act shows that Cantaur is a preacher in the true sense, a man who speaks the Word of God indescriminately. And George, he chides “protectionism” just as much as he does an “unregulated market.” So I think even you’ll like it.
“The principles outlined a moment ago require a context not only of geopolitical and social analysis, not even of pragmatic recognitions of the limits of material resources or the opportunity costs of certain financial decisions, but of a comprehensive sense of belonging in a world – and a world that is neither self-explanatory nor self-sufficient, but is transparent to a deeper level of agency or liberty, that level that is called God by the religious traditions of humanity. In Christian belief, the world exists because of a free act of generous love by the creator. God has made a world in which, by working with the limitations of a material order declared by God to be ‘very good’, humans may reflect the liberty and generosity of God. And our salvation is the restoration of a broken relationship with this whole created order, through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ and the establishing by the power of his Spirit a community in which mutual service and attention are the basic elements through which the human world becomes transparent to its maker.”
ABC Rowan Williams on Lent
March 1, 2009
Death Comes NOT to the Archbishop (or the Anglican Communion)
February 4, 2009
The archbishop of Canterbury, Dr. Rowan Williams, addressed a whole slew of primates and prelates and other clergy (what is the collective noun: a gaggle of churchmen? a prelature of priests?) of various Anglican communions on Sunday in Alexandria, Egypt. One of the main reasons for the meeting was to try and prevent further rifts between Anglicans concerning homosexuality. It seems that they may have been successful. Thank God.
Here’s the audio of Rowan’s sermon with a press release from the Anglican Communion website (from whence the picture came):
http://www.aco.org/acns/news.cfm/2009/2/2/ACNS4566
Here’s an article from the London Times about it:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/faith/article5649818.ece

After his retirement, ++Ramsey spent much of his time at Nashotah House Seminary. At the time there was a nearby home for the mentally handicapped. One day a resident of that home ‘escaped’ and police were looking for him. Also on that day, Michael Ramsey was taking a walk in his full purple cassock. Seeing a very hairy man in a long purple ‘dress’ the police stopped him on his walk and asked who he was. ++Ramsey replied, “Why I’m the Archbishop of Canterbury!”



