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writing and beholding…

well – I have basically 4 new tunes I am juggling at the moment; one is a pretty upbeat blues rocker – tentatively about turning ones back on “self” (the selfish self, the I want I want I want self, the my will not Gods will self), second song is basically a song / poem

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People talk about special providences.

I believe in the providences, but not in the specialty. I do not believe that God lets the thread of my affairs go for six days, and on the seventh evening takes it up for a moment. The so-called special providences are no exception to the rule—they are common to all men at all moments.

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The Joy of Personality

2 quotes from the following Chambers excerpt stick out to me; 1) There is no joy in personality unless it can create. The joy of an artist is not the fame which his pictures bring him, but that the work is a creation of his personality. The work of Jesus is the creation of saints,

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a poem by Claudius

“I am content. In trumpet-tones, My song, let people know. And many a mighty man, with throne And scepter, is not so. And if he is, I joyful cry, Why then, he’s just the same as I. The Mogul’s gold, the Sultan’s show— His bliss, supreme too soon, Who, lord of all the world below,

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so…whatzhappenin?

I have been reading a lot of George Macdonald lately. He is my favorite author by far. I am really inspired by his poetry as well – even though I am closer to what he would have called a rhymester… 🙂 There has been a lot of writing activity behind the scenes…I just finished another

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…what is the point?

It is a ruinous misjudgment—too contemptible to be asserted, but not too contemptible to be acted upon, that the end of poetry is publication. Its true end is to help first the man who makes it along the path to the truth: help for other people may or may not be in it; that, if

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He was a poet—

but one of the few without any weak longing after listening ears. The poet whose poetry needs an audience, can be but little of a poet; neither can the poetry that is of no good to the man himself, be of much good to anybody else. There are the song-poets and the life-poets, or rather

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everything is poetical

GK Chesterton wrote a book called called Heretics and in it he describes a state of mind I find very desirable. Perhaps it is best for me to include the bit that struck me – and hopefully you too will find it revealing about how easy it is for us to lose the mystery and

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New Song! hear the drum