A-MUSED

with eyes wide open, beholding the extra-ordinary in the daily ordinariness of people, things and events

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JESUS IS LAID IN THE TOMB

Here at the centre everything is stillBefore the stir and movement of our griefWhich bears it’s pain with rhythm, ritual,Beautiful useless gestures of relief.So they anoint the skin that cannot feelSoothing his ruined flesh with tender care,Kissing the wounds they know they cannot heal,With incense scenting only empty air.He blesses every love that weeps and grievesAnd makes our grief the pangs of a new birth.The love that’s poured in silence at old gravesRenewing flowers, tending the bare earth,Is never lost. In him all love is foundAnd sown with him, a seed in the rich ground.

Sonnet by Malcolm GuitePaitning | Michael D. O’Brien

JESUS IS LAID IN THE TOMB

Here at the centre everything is still
Before the stir and movement of our grief
Which bears it’s pain with rhythm, ritual,
Beautiful useless gestures of relief.
So they anoint the skin that cannot feel
Soothing his ruined flesh with tender care,
Kissing the wounds they know they cannot heal,
With incense scenting only empty air.
He blesses every love that weeps and grieves
And makes our grief the pangs of a new birth.
The love that’s poured in silence at old graves
Renewing flowers, tending the bare earth,
Is never lost. In him all love is found
And sown with him, a seed in the rich ground.

Sonnet by Malcolm Guite
Paitning | Michael D. O’Brien

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JESUS’ BODY IS TAKEN DOWN FROM THE CROSS

His spirit and his life he breathes in allNow on this cross his body breathes no moreHere at the centre everything is stillSpent, and emptied, opened to the core.A quiet taking down, a prising looseA cross-beam lowered like a weighing scaleUnmaking of each thing that had its useA long withdrawing of each bloodied nail,This is ground zero, emptiness and spaceWith nothing left to say or think or doBut look unflinching on the sacred faceThat cannot move or change or look at you.Yet in that prising loose and letting beHe has unfastened you and set you free.

Sonnet by Malcolm GuiteArt | The Deposition (red), a colour etching by Sadao Watanabe

JESUS’ BODY IS TAKEN DOWN FROM THE CROSS

His spirit and his life he breathes in all
Now on this cross his body breathes no more
Here at the centre everything is still
Spent, and emptied, opened to the core.
A quiet taking down, a prising loose
A cross-beam lowered like a weighing scale
Unmaking of each thing that had its use
A long withdrawing of each bloodied nail,
This is ground zero, emptiness and space
With nothing left to say or think or do
But look unflinching on the sacred face
That cannot move or change or look at you.
Yet in that prising loose and letting be
He has unfastened you and set you free.

Sonnet by Malcolm Guite
Art | The Deposition (red), a colour etching by Sadao Watanabe

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CHRIST OF ST JOHN OF THE CROSSSALVADOR DALI 

It is not of this world, and yet it is,And that is how it should be.Strong light hits back and the armsComing from where we cannot see,Ought not to see, another dimensionFor another time. At this time, weShare the life of bay and boatWith simply painted fishermenWho give no AmenEven if clouds both apocalyptic and realMade them look up and feelWhat they had to feelOf shattering amazement, fear, Protection, and a wash of glory.Was it an end coming near?Was it a beginning coming near?What happened to the thorns and blood and sweat?What happened to the hands like claws the whipcord muscles?Has the artist never seen Grünewald?'I have to tell you John of the cross called,Said to remind you light and death once met.’

Edwin Morgan | from A Book of Lives (Manchester: Carcanet, 2007)
Art | Christ of Saint John of the Cross by Salvador Dalí, 1951 (at the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow)

CHRIST OF ST JOHN OF THE CROSS
SALVADOR DALI 

It is not of this world, and yet it is,
And that is how it should be.
Strong light hits back and the arms
Coming from where we cannot see,
Ought not to see, another dimension
For another time. At this time, we
Share the life of bay and boat
With simply painted fishermen
Who give no Amen
Even if clouds both apocalyptic and real
Made them look up and feel
What they had to feel
Of shattering amazement, fear, 
Protection, and a wash of glory.
Was it an end coming near?
Was it a beginning coming near?
What happened to the thorns and blood and sweat?
What happened to the hands like claws the whipcord muscles?
Has the artist never seen Grünewald?
'I have to tell you John of the cross called,
Said to remind you light and death once met.’

Edwin Morgan | from A Book of Lives (Manchester: Carcanet, 2007)

Art | Christ of Saint John of the Cross by Salvador Dalí, 1951 (at the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow)

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CHRIST CRIPPLED
Christ crippled,crucified again,not on a crossbut on the altarof our pride.
Yes, Christians,those for whom He died,deform His Bodyday and night,worshipping at the templeof religion,dividing His Bodyby tradition, cutting offhands and feet,destroying, killingby the swordof man’s opinion.
What shall we sayto Father Godif by our stubborn willwe hurt and maimHis own dear childrenso Christ walkscrippled still…
Poem | Shirley Malmgren
Art | Crucifixion by Theyre Lee-Elliott

CHRIST CRIPPLED

Christ crippled,
crucified again,
not on a cross
but on the altar
of our pride.

Yes, Christians,
those for whom He died,
deform His Body
day and night,
worshipping at the temple
of religion,
dividing His Body
by tradition, cutting off
hands and feet,
destroying, killing
by the sword
of man’s opinion.

What shall we say
to Father God
if by our stubborn will
we hurt and maim
His own dear children
so Christ walks
crippled still…

Poem | Shirley Malmgren

Art | Crucifixion by Theyre Lee-Elliott

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CONTEMPLATING THE CROSS V
   There is no smooth path to God which we can ascend with all our expectations of life confirmed and fulfilled. There is only the way of the cross, where the condemned and crucified Jesus contradicts our expectations, forces us to see ourselves as we really are, not as we would like to be seen, and reveals the world as a strange new landscape we had not seen before, a paradoxical game in which only losers can succeed. | Richard Bauchkam and Trevor Hart, At the Cross (Darton Longman & Todd, 2011) page 43
Art | Crucifixion by Michael D. O’Brien

CONTEMPLATING THE CROSS V

There is no smooth path to God which we can ascend with all our expectations of life confirmed and fulfilled. There is only the way of the cross, where the condemned and crucified Jesus contradicts our expectations, forces us to see ourselves as we really are, not as we would like to be seen, and reveals the world as a strange new landscape we had not seen before, a paradoxical game in which only losers can succeed. | Richard Bauchkam and Trevor Hart, At the Cross (Darton Longman & Todd, 2011) page 43

Art | Crucifixion by Michael D. O’Brien

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CONTEMPLATING THE CROSS II
When Daniel Berrigan once lectured on nonviolence and the Sermon on the Mount, someone accused him of being naive and said, “Father Berrigan, no one can live the way you have outlined. Do you know what will happen if we try? Do you know where your advice will lead someone?” “Yes, I know where it leads,” Berrigan responded. “Before you start down this path you better make sure you look good on wood.”
Art | Crucifixion by Michael D. O’Brien

CONTEMPLATING THE CROSS II

When Daniel Berrigan once lectured on nonviolence and the Sermon on the Mount, someone accused him of being naive and said, “Father Berrigan, no one can live the way you have outlined. Do you know what will happen if we try? Do you know where your advice will lead someone?” “Yes, I know where it leads,” Berrigan responded. “Before you start down this path you better make sure you look good on wood.”

Art | Crucifixion by Michael D. O’Brien

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GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
Latin American author Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1982, died Thursday (17th April, 2014). He was 87. Garcia Marquez, the master of a style known as magic realism, was and remains Latin America’s best-known writer.
His novels were filled with miraculous and enchanting events and characters; love and madness; wars, politics, dreams and death. And everything he had written, Garcia Marquez once said, he knew or heard before he was 8 years old.
Source | NPR Books

GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ

Latin American author Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1982, died Thursday (17th April, 2014). He was 87. Garcia Marquez, the master of a style known as magic realism, was and remains Latin America’s best-known writer.

His novels were filled with miraculous and enchanting events and characters; love and madness; wars, politics, dreams and death. And everything he had written, Garcia Marquez once said, he knew or heard before he was 8 years old.

Source | NPR Books

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