Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Post 2008
" I have come to think of the way of God as the way of forgetting. The more closely we meditate on our lost moments, the further they flee from our grasp. They come back to us only obliquely, in glimpses, moments snatched from the dreaming, undeserved moments of Grace. Once we are able to let ourselves forget, then we are on our way to being free from the cry which we are scarcely able to choke back with every breath. Free to forgive ourselves for those immense crimes which we are always on the point of remembering. The meaning of our dead childhoods eludes us. We have overheard only the last part of the sentence. The same few images hang in the air, a cipher, tantalising.
I too have found my freedom in celibacy, in my disenchantment with the way of the lover. As Dieppe herself said, after it happened: 'I am just not interested in having certain experiences any more.' "
-Nightpictures, Rod Jones
" I have come to think of the way of God as the way of forgetting. The more closely we meditate on our lost moments, the further they flee from our grasp. They come back to us only obliquely, in glimpses, moments snatched from the dreaming, undeserved moments of Grace. Once we are able to let ourselves forget, then we are on our way to being free from the cry which we are scarcely able to choke back with every breath. Free to forgive ourselves for those immense crimes which we are always on the point of remembering. The meaning of our dead childhoods eludes us. We have overheard only the last part of the sentence. The same few images hang in the air, a cipher, tantalising.
I too have found my freedom in celibacy, in my disenchantment with the way of the lover. As Dieppe herself said, after it happened: 'I am just not interested in having certain experiences any more.' "
-Nightpictures, Rod Jones
