SKELLIG MICHAEL: ... that they might keep their land, their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul (3-07-2021+21-05-2024)

 STANDING IN A HOLE?

 

 

SKELLIG MICHAEL: ... that they might keep their land, their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul: ( Skellig Michael's monastery) The year of the monastery's foundation is unknown. Like many early Christian remnants in Kerry, it is sometim...

 Lo que se pierda y lo que se salve de nuestra civilización queda fuera de nuestro poder de decisión.No ha habido grupo humano  que haya sabido cómo diseñar su futuro.

 ("YELLOW HORIZON AND CLOUDS", Georgia O'Keeffe)

 

No llegaremos al fondo:

La muerte es un agujero 

en el que todos estamos enterrados

Gentiles y Judíos

(...)

Pero hay un agujero

en el fondo de la bolsa.

Es la imaginación

que no se puede sondear.

Es a través de este agujero

por donde escapamos

(...)

un

campo de flores, un tapiz, flores primaverales inigualables

en dulzura.

A través de este agujero

en el fondo de la caverna

de la muerte, la imaginación

escapa intacta.

(WCW, Paterson, Traducción de Margarita Ardanaz)

I had two books of his, the Collected Earlier Poems, and his newest one, Journey to love.I saw how his poems had grown out of his life (...) They relieved some of the pressure in the solitude I mentioned earlier.Reading them, I felt I had a predecessor, if not in Kentucky then in New Jersey, who confirmed and contemporized the experience of Thoreau in Concord.

(Wendell Berry, The long-legged house)

...And hoped by stretching tall that they might keep their land,
Their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul.
But they, like us, were standing in a hole.

(Ray Bradbury)

 

SKELLIG MICHAEL: ... that they might keep their land, their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul

(Skellig Michael's monastery)

The year of the monastery's foundation is unknown. Like many early Christian remnants in Kerry, it is sometimes attributed to Saint Finnia, though this is doubted by historians.^[The first definite reference to monastic activity on the island is a record of the death of "Suibhini of Skelig" dating from the 8th century; however, Fionán is claimed to have founded the monastery in the 6th century.

(Quid distat inter sottum et Scottum?)

Lo que se pierda y lo que se salve de nuestra civilización queda fuera de nuestro poder de decisión.No ha habido grupo humano  que haya sabido cómo diseñar su futuro.

No llegaremos al fondo:

La muerte es un agujero 

en el que todos estamos enterrados

Gentiles y Judíos

(...)

Pero hay un agujero

en el fondo de la bolsa.

Es la imaginación

que no se puede sondear.

Es a través de este agujero

por donde escapamos

(...)

un

campo de flores, un tapiz, flores primaverales inigualables

en dulzura.

A través de este agujero

en el fondo de la caverna

de la muerte, la imaginación

escapa intacta.

(WCW, Paterson, Traducción de Margarita Ardanaz)

I had two books of his, the Collected Earlier Poems, and his newest one, Journey to love.I saw how his poems had grown out of his life (...) They relieved some of the pressure in the solitude I mentioned earlier.Reading them, I felt I had a predecessor, if not in Kentucky then in New Jersey, who confirmed and contemporized the experience of Thoreau in Concord.

(Wendell Berry, The long-legged house)

...And hoped by stretching tall that they might keep their land,
Their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul.
But they, like us, were standing in a hole.

(Ray Bradbury)

IF ONLY WE HAD TALLER BEEN (RAY BRADBURY)

 

 

The fence we walked between the years
Did balance us serene;
It was a place half in the sky where
In the green of leaf and promising of peach
We’d reach our hand to touch, and almost touch the sky.
If we could reach and touch, we said,
‘Twould teach us not to, never to, be dead.

We ached and almost touched that stuff;
Our reach was never quite enough.
If only we had taller been,
And touched God’s cuff, His hem,
We would not have to go with them
Who’ve gone before,
Who, short as us, stood tall as they could stand
And hoped by stretching tall that they might keep their land,
Their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul.
But they, like us, were standing in a hole.

O, Thomas, will a Race one day stand really tall
Across the Void, across the Universe and all?
And, measured out with rocket fire,
At last put Adam’s finger forth
As on the Sistine Ceiling,
And God’s hand come down the other way
To measure man and find him Good
And Gift him with Forever’s Day?
I work for that.

Short man, Large dream. I send my rockets forth between my ears,
Hoping an inch of Good is worth a pound of years,
Aching to hear a voice cry back along the universal Mall:
We’ve reached Alpha Centauri!
We’re tall, O God, we’re tall!

 

RAY BRADBURY AND HDT

 

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