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They diorient the reader who expects edification.
It is not a question of unearthing an easily expressed moral or a declaration on life. Romano Guarini wrote that the roots of the eye are in the heart. On the one hand seeking to remove mystery, while on the other hoping to rediscover it in disciplines that demand less from a person than religion. The writer will learn, perhaps faster than the reader, to be humble in front of what is. What is is everything with which he has doings, the concrete is his means.
The Catholic writer in the measure in which he conforms to the eye of the Church will feel life from the point of view of the central Christian mystery. It is for this that, despite all his horror, God deemed that it was worthwhile to die. For further considerations see the after-word of this volume. For now it is enough to think about the fact that she was writing in the same years as King Hemingway and the rare fury of W.
Such a writer will be interested in what we do not understand instead of what we do.
He will be interested in possibility instead of probability. That is to say, the place in which human reason and liberty meet the existence and action of Mystery. But what would seem titanic in any other kind of work whether philosophical, theological, or even apologetic in the traditional sense, comes to be in a special manner in an artistic accomplishment. The poet of the Annunciation complained, because of this, about the fact that priests who in the daily morning recitation from the psalmbook encounter the grandiose poetry of the Psalms then propagated, in the gestures of catechism and in their own eloquence, an aesthetic spoiled by preciousness.
Or, worse, a kind of arena inside of which certain figures and experiences are denied access. Of the stories that follow, some are endowed with great tragic force. Grace here is not a matter of nice angels or blue levitation. A destiny which does not coincide, naturally, with a happy ending. There is not simply human desperation on the stage but, devastated and powerless, there is also divine desperation.
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By anagogical vision is meant an attitude or way of seeing that is able to notice in a singe image or situation the many levels of reality that are at play there, and which are connected to the mystery of divine existence and of our participation in it. In other words, the various levels of meaning — literal, moral, existential, dramatic, theological — live together in one single image.
They form its structure. The figures or significant symbols in a story a character, the car he uses, certain actions are rich with all these levels. The reader, then, must be ready to leave the habitual frame of his own perception.
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Perhaps I was flopped down on it when I read a few of his pages for the first time. It was on that same bed of my parents that I wrote my first verses at the age of eight.
Certainly I encountered him again later, when studying him at University under the extremely silly and extremely wise Professor Manferdini who always arrived to class with her shopping bags and was always newly moved by reading him, her philosopher and lover. But even more importantly, I saw him flicker and heard him murmur behind the pages of some of the poets I counted as friends and mentors.
And Thomas S. Every poet who has entered into the mystery of verse and into its rich and obscure relationship with time has found the luminous shade of Augustine to converse with. Montale and Leopardi. He is the one who looked for that dialogue. And he looked for it, it must immediately be made clear, because the questions that occupied him concerned nothing less than the health of his soul, the soul of a man and a Christian. He could not avoid an encounter with the problem of poetry.
The foot and the verse that are integral to poetry are always interesting for those who seek a path in life. The aesthetic experience and his comprehension of it were not simply the exercises of the good rector he was. Equaled by few great men, Augustine stands out immense, almost trembling in his vast, steep thought. Yet, in a certain sense he is, at the same time familiar, close. In the manner of one who settles for less. And Augustine was not that type. And thus, a terribly important concern. It is a prophecy, if you will, of the situation in which we live: we need the liberal arts.
But when their work of introducing us to a science of the invisible that which was sought by Rafael, Leonardo, Michelangelo, or Lorenzo Lotto, as well as the icon painters is subtracted from them, the arts become entertainment for the educated, or self-referential irony. The sensation that the sound offers us is the beginning of a journey. Beauty, for Augustine, is always a felt experience.
The opposite of order is nothingness. Evil is like an ugly detail in a work of art.
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And it also depends on the fact that we experience life like a mosaic seen from too close; the whole design escapes us. Only God can see it, and we must therefore suffer this limitation. The experience of beauty, Augustine knew, is a place of risk. His obscure vacillations on the subject of songs in the liturgy — and yet he loved Ambrogio — are the interior sign of this awareness.
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It can even distract us from the tension of the One. Beauty opens and launches the drama of liberty. This drama has, as its field, the entire human stature: senses, reason, memory. And he, steep man of thought and harsh convert, decided that no, not even in church could beautiful human singing be permitted. One should not allow the theater of human song where God is the protagonist.
Augustine did not consider this acceptable. And the church would risk becoming a theater of magic rites. As a student of rhetoric he admired writers. But he speaks of being unmoved, reading the Christian writers, by what they have in common with the pagans. It is not eloquence that moves him, but what the Christians say.
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