On the 70th Birthday of Ian Curtis and the Calendar of Saints
Today, July 15th, is the seventieth birthday of Ian Curtis. And the outpouring of remembrance by the post-punk world has been great... Most likely, he would have hated all of this.
The Liturgical Year
The Days of Our Dead – Plague Epistle XI
We can remember that the dead are never dead, that the dead are never gone. That the dead haunt us and visit us and form us. They appear when we least expect it and they are gone when we need them most.
Waiting for the Dust.
You and I are waiting. It is hard to wait. But such is Lent. Such is life. On Ash Wednesday, we remember from dust we are created and to dust we shall return, because we have to tell ourselves this from time to time. Most days, we are not waiting to become dust again. This is not
The Eternal Return
The heaviest burden: “What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: ‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but
The Eternal Return
The heaviest burden: “What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: ‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but