Emily Dickinson was an artmonk (10)
[A Halloween special] I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering sure For that last onset, when the king Be witnessed in his power. I willed my […]
Proust was an artmonk
“[R]enunciation is not always total from the very first moment—the self that commits us to it is a former self, one that has not yet been acted upon by the fact of the renunciation itself, whether it be the renunciation of the invalid, the monk, the artist, or the hero… Before we have committed ourselves […]
Emily Dickinson was an artmonk (9)
This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound — It beckons, and it baffles — Philosophy — don’t know — And through a Riddle, at the last — Sagacity, must go — To guess it, puzzles scholars — To gain it, Men have borne Contempt […]
Emily Dickinson was an artmonk (8)
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth,–the two are one; We brethren are,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between […]
Emily Dickinson was an artmonk (7)
Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see — As other Creatures, that have Eyes And know no other way — But were it told to me — Today — That I might have the sky For mine — I tell you that my Heart Would split, for size of […]
“They call it Christianity. I call it consciousness.” —Emerson
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Emily Dickinson was an artmonk (6)
I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell! They’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! [Part of the Daily Lectio series, named after the Benedictine tradition of lectio […]
Emily Dickinson was an artmonk (5)
Water, is taught by thirst. Land — by the Oceans passed. Transport — by throe — Peace — by its battles told — Love, by Memorial Mold — Birds, by the Snow. [Part of the Daily Lectio series, named after the Benedictine tradition of lectio divina, “divine reading.” For instructions and background on the series, click here. Subscribe […]
Emily Dickinson was an artmonk (4)
“Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency. [Part of the Daily Lectio series, named after the Benedictine tradition of lectio divina, “divine reading.” For instructions and background on the series, click here. Subscribe to the Daily LectioRSS feed. Send comments or suggested readings to nathan@artmonastery.org] “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen […]
Emily Dickinson was an artmonk (3)
“Hope” is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I’ve heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest […]
