Bending down to my task, I see him. The legs bent and wide apart. The left elbow braced against the knee. The belly, covered by the grooved fabric of an a-shirt, centering the gravity of it all. And the right hand gathers, grasps, and pulls-gathers, grasp, and pulls. Bending down to work, I see as [...]
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Pulling Weeds, a Reflection
Posted in Ache for Eternity, Church Life and Theology, Essays, Lachrymose, tagged death of a salesman, eden, garden of eden, gardening, genesis, loam, murray college pakistan, pulling weeds, vincent a. das, vincent das, weeds, willy loman on Tuesday, August 2, 2011 | 2 Comments »
oh, come the day that – Haiku / Poetry of the Eschaton
Posted in Ache for Eternity, Haiku, Poetry, Senryu, tagged eschaton, Haiku, longing, poems, Poetry on Friday, March 18, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
oh, come the day that backward cheers all our weathers; eternal sunshine
now the sod is like
Posted in Ache for Eternity, Church Life and Theology, Haiku, Lachrymose, Poetry, Senryu, tagged death, graveyards, Haiku, mourning, patchwork, poems, Poetry, quilting, quilts, resurrection, resurrection of the body, Senryu, vincent a. das on Sunday, March 13, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
now the sod is like patchwork from grandma’s quilts; you sleeping till the day
haiku from a morning
Posted in Ache for Eternity, Haiku, Poetry, Senryu, tagged breakfast, friendship, Haiku, oatmeal, pandora, Pandora Radio, poems, Poetry, Senryu on Tuesday, January 25, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
oats and cinnamon apples and nutmeg; rich words seasoned with beauty pandora gives gifts of longing, ache; an aching for a truer world
Photography as Inspiration – Mira Nair – The Namesake
Posted in Ache for Eternity, Art Thief, Culture, Pakistan, Poetry, Sonnets, tagged india, jhumpa lahiri, mira nair, pakistan, photography, photos, Poetry, Sonnets, the namesake on Friday, August 27, 2010 | 1 Comment »
If it weren’t for photography, I wouldn’t be a flimmaker. Every film I make is fueled by photographs. Sometimes it is a particular image of a photographer, sometimes it is what I have learned by seeing the world through his or her eyes. Either way, photographs have always helped me crystallize the visual style of [...]
A Flower for Anil
Posted in Ache for Eternity, Art Thief, Church Life and Theology, tagged Christianity, dogwoods, funerals, Jesus Christ, photography, photos, resurrection, white dogwood on Monday, May 3, 2010 | 1 Comment »
if tears, i hope he
Posted in Ache for Eternity, And Wears Man's Smudge, Art Thief, Church Life and Theology, Haiku, Lachrymose, Personal Growth or Lack Thereof, Poetry, Senryu, tagged communication, emotions, God, Haiku, new earth, new heavens, Poetry, proverbs 14:10, psalm 56:8, Senryu, tears in a bottle, william shakespeare, william wordsworth on Friday, April 9, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
if tears, i hope he also keeps these tangled threads; neurons wiring griefs __________________ My outlook at this very moment is not really as bleak as my last two haiku might suggest. Thank the Lord However, inasmuch as Wordsworth is right about poetry being, “emotion recollected in tranquility,” they do reflect strong emotion, specifically emotion [...]
waiting for banjos
Posted in Ache for Eternity, Church Life and Theology, Haiku, Music, Personal Growth or Lack Thereof, Poetry, tagged a very sufjan christmas, banjos, christmas, christmas carols, joy, melancholy, midwest, poem, Poetry, sufjan stevens, winter on Tuesday, September 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
waiting for banjos sad then full of joy in the cold midwestern night soundtrack here
The Beavers’ Stream
Posted in Ache for Eternity, Art Thief, Church Life and Theology, Influences, tagged aesthetics, art lindsley, beavers, beyond nature, Book of Hebrews, c. s. lewis, disposition, God, heaven, Hebrews, Jefferson national expansion memorial, melancholy, memory, mother, new earth, norma das, norma lee das, nostalgia, paradise, Phil Keaggy, photography, photos, plato, plato's forms, Poetry, sensucht, St. Louis, st. louis riverfront on Saturday, August 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I am not sure if it is simply a function of how I am wired, in my unique mixture of hormones and synapses and amount, or lack therof, of serotonin, or whether it is a function of life experience, my unique mixture of joys, sorrows, disappointments, but, though my memory is not very good at [...]