Wednesday, March 25, 2026

Feast of the Incarnation

 Today is the Feast of the Annunciation of the Lord.

Feast of the Annunciation
by Christina Rossetti 

Whereto shall we liken this Blessed Mary Virgin,
Faithful shoot from Jesse's root graciously emerging?
Lily we might call her, but Christ alone is white;
Rose delicious, but that Jesus is the one Delight;
Flower of women, but her Firstborn is mankind's one flower:
He the Sun lights up all moons thro' their radiant hour.
'Blessed among women, highly favoured,' thus
Glorious Gabriel hailed her, teaching words to us:
Whom devoutly copying we too cry 'All hail!'
Echoing on the music of glorious Gabriel.

Tuesday, March 24, 2026

Rolled in Record

 Psalm 117
by Mary Sidney


P raise him that aye
R emains the same:
A ll tongues display
I ehovah's fame.
S ing all that share
T his earthly ball:
H is mercies are
E xposed to all:
L ike as the word
O nce he doth give,
R olled in record,
D oth time outlive.

Monday, March 23, 2026

Three Poem Re-Drafts

The Light that Knows that It Will Die 

Sometimes dawn is aching, golden tears
that shine across a crumpled sky,
condensation of countless hopes and fears,
a light that knows that it will die. 

We rise at morning;
we go our ways
with busy hands
through busy days,
with toil and worry
remembered and forgot
and busy minds
in distractions of thought;
but still a whisper,
an echo, an ache, 
of not enough time
to do or to make. 

Sometimes a dawn is an aching thing,
human heart shining through human eye,
small and frail; yet still it spreads its wings,
this light that knows that it will die.


The Poem 

The poem is beyond doubt and certainty;
it is an obvious and ambiguous whole,
both exactly as it presents itself
and but a corner of the dimly known.
Read it once and its words are primary,
marks and sounds on the page and air;
read it twice and the words are nothing
but themes and images everywhere.
A poem is a thing contingent,
an artifact of spirit within;
but a poem cannot be prevented,
being necessary in all that it is.
It is a visceral thing that we sense;
it is an idea no senses can see;
it is fish, it is fowl, it is red herring,
the child of a spirit born free.
We speak with it, person to person,
we sympathize with it, face to face,
though it is not a person, has no faces,
except where thought dances and plays.
Only the intellect can know it;
it is beyond a mere intellect to know;
it suggests divine madness and glory
from strange realms no intellect goes;
for it is like the mind, its father,
and resembles its mother, the mind,
which is divine in its nature and power,
yet weak, for it is not divine.


Jove 

This morning I spoke with Jove
in the campus parking lot.
It was stuffy, humid, hot,
and as below, so above;
he was looking, he said, for work,
some fair, livable wage
in this thoughtless, surly age
where enlightenment itself is dark,
and fortune, it seemed, did not smile.
He made the lightning fall;
I happily watched it all
and listened to the clouds awhile.
Soft rain sprinkled down as Jove and I
talked of long-lost things,
cyclops-bolts and magic rings,
trees that walked, stones that cried.
Then he sighed and drove away
to some future yet unknown;
for the pride of man has grown
and the titan-hosts invade.

Sunday, March 22, 2026

Fortnightly Book, March 22

 After The Golden Triangle, the next Arsene Lupin novel published by Maurice Leblanc was L'Île aux trente cercueils, The Isle of Thirty Coffins, which seems often to be published in English under the title, The Secret of Sarek (Sarek being the name of the fictional island) -- perhaps publishers feared the original title gave away too much. In any case, it was published in 1919, the year after The Golden Triangle, first in serialized form in Le Journal and then later in the year as a book. It occurs in 1917, primarily focusing on the heroine of the story, Véronique d'Hergemont, and a prophecy that comes true. And that is almost all that I have been able to find about it, so we shall see what it is like.

Conveyances and Secret Corners

 Today is the feast of one my favorite saints, St. Nicholas Owen, Martyr. From a previous All Saints post in which I discussed him:

Born into a Catholic family in Oxford in the 1560s, Nicholas Owen grew up learning the family trade, which was carpentry. Throughout his early life, the strictures imposed by Queen Elizabeth I against Catholics became increasingly heavy, and young Nicholas Owen became involved in helping priests who were evading the law. He served for a time as St. Edmund Campion's servant, eventually being thrown into prison for a while for protesting Campion's own imprisonment. Afterward, he began working with Fr. Henry Garnet, and began the work for which he has become most famous: constructing cleverly designed priest-holes in Catholic houses where priests could be hidden from authorities trying to find them. It was a truly extraordinary task. Not only did it require considerable skill and ingenuity of mind to find ways to hide rooms so that they could not easily be discovered from the outside, the work required such immense secrecy that Owen often had to do it entirely by himself. This was not a small matter, since Owen was very short, lame, and suffered from a hernia, and the work, which usually had to be done as quietly as possible in a single night, was gruelingly hard labor. But he did it, and he did it all for free. The quality of his work was unmatched, and his trade as a carpenter meant that he could move around the country fairly freely. He is generally thought to have been the person who was behind Fr. John Gerard's famous escape in 1597 from the Tower of London; they had both been arrested in 1594, but Owen had been set free because he gave up no useful information in torture and the authorities immediately involved didn't realize how important the physically unimpressive carpenter actually was. Owen was arrested again in 1606 in the aftermath of the Gunpowder Plot; he deliberately put himself in the way of being arrested in an attempt to protect Fr. Garnet from being arrested by distracting the authorities. The distraction attempt did not work, and this time the authorities knew what a catch he was. He was tortured for information, but died during torture from complications arising from his hernia. He was canonized as one of the Forty Martyrs of England and Wales.

He is popularly regarded as one of the patron saints of illusionists and other stage magicians. 

Priest-holes that are large enough to hide a person are sometimes called 'conveyances', while those that were designed to hide relics, sacred vessels, etc., are sometimes called 'secret corners'; hence the title of this post.

Saturday, March 21, 2026

Louis L'Amour, Hondo

 Introduction

Opening Passage:

He rolled the cigarette in his lips, liking the taste of the tobacco, squinting his eyes against the sun glare. His buckskin shirt, seasoned by sun, rain, and sweat, smelled stale and old. His jeans had long since faded to a neutral color that lost itself against the desert.

He was a big man, wide-shouldered, with the lean, hard-boned face of the desert rider. There was no softness in him. His toughness was ingrained and deep, without cruelty, yet quick, hard, and dangerous. Whatever wells of gentleness might lie within him were guarded and deep. (p. 5)

Summary: Hondo Lane is a dispatch rider for the army, and is making his way across Apache-dominated territory. Technically, the Apache and the United States are under a peace regulated by a treaty, but the Apache are becoming increasingly aggressive because they think the United States is deliberately ignoring the treaty. (The book makes clear that the Apache are in fact right about this.) In trying to evade Apache who are hunting him, and having lost his horse, Hondo comes across a homestead, where he meets Angie Lowe and her son Johnny. Angie says that her husband, Ed Lowe, is up in the hills that day working some cattle, but she gives him water and food, and agrees to sell him a horse. In return, he helps her out with a few chores. Hondo very quickly figures out that Angie is in fact alone; there's a lot of work to do on a homestead, and it is clear that the chores that would usually have been done by a man have either not been done, or been done in very limited and sporadic ways, for a long time; he figures that Ed Lowe was probably killed by Apaches. Angie has difficulty believing this, since the Apaches have always gotten along well with them, and there is a treaty, but, of course, as Hondo points out, this stays true only up to the time that it stops being true. Hondo heads out.

In the meantime in the hills, Company C under Lieutenant Cretyon C. Davis are engaged in a difficult game of cat-and-mouse (with the cat and the mouse roles continually shifting) with the Apaches under the war leader Vittoro. The Apaches have massacred several homesteads, brutally scalping men and women alike; the Apaches are especially brutal to women, we are told, although they are remarkably kind toward and protective of children. In response, Lieutenant Davis hatches a plan to ambush Vittoro. Davis's plan is very clever and succeeds extraordinarily well -- they catch Vittoro's band by surprise and do significant damage to it. What Davis did not account for was that Vittoro had been even more clever, and had managed to hide an entire reserve of allied Apache; they allies attack Company C from the rear, and, hopelessly outnumbered, the entire company is massacred. Hondo comes upon the remains of the battlefield and brings the guidon of the company to the cavalry unit of which they were a part. While there, he meets a mouthy, obnoxious gambler, who likes to pick fights, especially with Hondo; it turns out that he is named Ed Lowe.

Not long after Hondo left, Vittoro and his Apache stop by Angie's homestead. They are inclined to kill her and burn her home, but she is saved by Johnny, who tries to protect his mother by shooting the Apache (named Silva) who is threatening her. He only wings Silva, but the Apache, recall, are quite generous toward children, and a boy willing to fight singlehandedly an entire band of Apache warriors both amuses them and impresses them. Vittoro adopts Johnny into his Apache lodge, putting Angie and Johnny under his protection. But Silva has a grudge, and if Vittoro ever dies, Silva will be back with a vengeance.

I often consider adaptations of books into movies and the like. But this, of course, is an unusual case; there is a movie, Hondo, starring John Wayne, but it is not an adaptation of this novel. Rather, the novel is an adaptation of the movie's screenplay. As is common with novelizations of screenplays, they are very similar, dialogue-wise; L'Amour tightens it a bit, but we get the same lines, more or less. L'Amour, however, takes full advantage of both his primary advantage over a screenplay (the capacity for detailed description) and his primary advantage over a movie (the capacity to follow the thoughts of characters); he does so deliberately enough that it seems clear that he was trying to write a novel better than the movie, coming out at the same time, could be. And while the novel will never be the classic the movies is, he does very well. One of the trademark features of Louis L'Amour's later work, that the landscape is itself a character in the book, is clearly in view here. The Southwestern desert is not a backdrop, it is a player on the stage, and while L'Amour hasn't refined this as much as he later will, it is already done quite well here. Following the thoughts of the characters is, I think, somewhat less successful -- the story is from a screenplay, so everything you really need to know about what the characters are thinking and feeling is already in view. But I think that, apart from the fact that it occasionally comes across as telegraphing what was already obvious, L'Amour does very well in using it to make the characters plausible on the page.

I also read "The Gift of Cochise", L'Amour's short story on which the screenplay had been based. The essentials of the story are there, although structured very differently and with slightly different characters. In the short story, Angie already at the beginning comes under Cochise's protection, for the reason that Angie comes under Vittoro's protection in the movie and novel. Ches in his dispatch duties comes to the cavalry unit, where he meets Ed Lowe; they get along badly here as well, and it leads to Ches killing Ed. Learning that Ed had a wife and two children (Johnny and Jane), he feels guilty about being the reason a woman is left alone in Apache company, becomes obsessed with finding her so that she knows what happened. He gets caught and tortured by the Apaches, but he has Ed Lowe's tintype of Angie, and Cochise recognizes it and brings Ches to Angie (Ches is the gift of Cochise). It works very well as a short story, but I think it has improved greatly on expansion.

Favorite Passage:

For an hour of lonely riding there had been no life upon the desert. The sun was high, and sweat trickled down Hondo's neck, and the body fo the lineback became dark with stain. And before them stretched the vast and rolling plain of sand, rock, and cactus that is the desert of the Southwest.

Here there was no moment of security. Somewhere out there the escaped Apache had joined his friends, and somewhere those hard and tireless desert fighters were moving out, beginning their search for him.

Desert...but a desert strangely alive. Not a dead land, but a land where all life is born with a fire, a thorn, a sting. Yet a strong land, a rich land for the man who knows it. One cannot fight the desert and live. One lives with it, or one dies. One learns its way and its life, and moves with care, and never ceases to be wary, for the desert has traps and tricks for the careless. (p. 102)

Recommendation: Recommended.

****

Louis L'Amour, Hondo, Fawcett Gold Medal Books (New York: 1953).

Friday, March 20, 2026

Chuck Norris (1940-2026)

 Chuck Norris died yesterday, having just passed his 86th birthday on March 10. He was born Carlos Ray Norris; he was a shy child who did not do particularly well in either athletics or academics. This would begin to change when he joined the Air Force, when he began learning martial arts in earnest. After he was honorably discharged, he opened a martial arts studio and began competing in tournaments. Being something of a martial arts jack-of-all-trades, it took him a while to start doing so, but once he hit his stride, he began dominating in karate tournaments. This led him to become friends with Bruce Lee, which in turn resulted in his first movie role with Lee, The Way of the Dragon. His significant break began in 1978, with Good Guys Wear Black, a low-budget movie (it cost $1 million) that made relatively good profit and created a demand for Norris as the first major non-Bruce-Lee martial arts actor in America. Then followed a bunch of action movies, most of which did quite well. One of the successes was Lone Wolf McQuaid, in 1983, in which he played a Texas Ranger; this is likely the first glimmering seed of his hit television show, begun in 1993, Walker, Texas Ranger, which throughout its eight seasons was one of the most popular shows on television.

Most people too young to remember any of this mostly know Chuck Norris from 'Chuck Norris Facts':

Chuck Norris was pulled over by a cop once; he let the cop go with a warning.

The one time Chuck Norris was wrong was when he thought he made a mistake.

Ghosts tell stories about Chuck Norris to scare each other.

There is no survival of the fittest, only creatures Chuck Norris allows to live.

Legends live forever, which is almost as long as Chuck Norris.


But, in the context, perhaps the best one is the one Norris himself alluded to a few days before his death:

Chuck Norris doesn't age; he just levels up