Scraps of poetry, remembered over a lifetime, float to the surface: Auden, Jeffers, Neruda, Yeats, Shakespeare: “I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay up thy lips.” And Edna st Millay:
“Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.”
Watching his favorite movie— which he has seen a dozen times, including the night the Pentagon Papers were published. “I met Paul Newman once. He offered me a beer and when I declined I had the sense he had no more use for me.”
I sang some of my dad’s favorite songs by Joni Mitchell and Leonard Cohen. He asked to hold the guitar. “When I was facing prison for the Pentagon Papers I thought maybe I would learn to play the guitar. But I wondered— do they let you have guitars in prison?”
Peter Maurin, the French peasant-philosopher who inspired Dorothy Day to start the Catholic Worker, died May 15 1949. My reflection from @GiveUsThisDayLP
Peter’s personalist philosophy, belief in community, voluntary poverty, work, hospitality, the works of mercy, nonviolence, integration of “cult, culture, and cultivation” (respect for the earth), recognition of Christ in the poor— all became foundation of CW and Dorothy’s life.
BREAKING NEWS: Pope Francis has issued a blessing on the 650th anniversary of the revelations of Julian of Norwich, the 14th-century English mystic. This announcement was read today from the pulpits of the Anglican and Catholic cathedrals in Norwich.
My dad reflecting on the parallels between the Cuban Missile Crisis and Ukraine, pondering the odds that nuclear weapons will be used again before he dies.
An advance peek at the cover of the anniversary edition of my first book. Coming out this fall with Crossroad. So glad to include icons by my friend Wm Hart McNichols!