tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72374736613049583642012-02-16T01:30:48.703-06:00A PMS (Post Modernist Sorority). The Catholic ideal has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and left untried-GK Chesterton. We're going to try it.Lucia Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660122555147748097noreply@blogger.comBlogger1331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237473661304958364.post-71691668571736578072010-01-10T22:00:00.001-06:002010-01-10T22:01:22.451-06:00

This poem was born when I was lighting a candle in front of the Nativity scene after Mass today.At the CrécheMy little Savior, here for TheeI light this little flame,That its bright tongue may speak for me,Whose tongue cannot sing worthilyThe praises of Thy name.Inflame me also, Infant dear,Here cradled in the straw,That I may burn with holy fear,And love of Thee who liest here,And reverence of

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Today, in the usual Thursday-noon recital, a fellow-piano-major and I played Debussy's beautiful Petite Suite for piano, four hands. For the first two movements I played the upper part and he the lower, and for the other two, we switched places. We received a good deal of very flattering praise; it was, by all accounts, a pronounced success.The suite, and some of the things Mr. Schene has said

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I decided to come back to my poor neglected blog to tell a bit about the concert in which I sang on Sunday. The Webster Chorale joined the St. Louis Chamber Chorus to sing a concert which we called "Music of the Fall," referring not only to the season we happen to be in, but to the Fall of Man and death, as well as falling in love!The Chamber Chorus (some fifty, I believe) took the stage first

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Today we all went to the church early for choir practice, and so that Mom could go get Dad at the airport. Choir practice went smoothly, though I'm still trying to get used to the fact that now I'm the one calling the shots. After High-Mass I practiced a Bach prelude-and-fugue in the choir room, signed the thank-you card for Father Alphonsus, CSSR, who preached us a MARVELOUS mission last week

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It's been forever since I remembered to do one of these. Life's been crazy. But here we go.1.Last Tuesday I acquired a lovely blue Vespa, which has been cause of much admiration and envy among my peers. Pictures can be found on TradCats.2.Our grandparents, who have been visiting for the past two weeks with us and our sister Lucia, who is home from New Zealand, (witness the posts below!), left

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My new profile picture (my confirmation patroness)

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I'm posting this as a kind of follow-up to the Viking's talk, though I wrote it long ago (when I was trying to persuade him to give the talk).One of the first philosophical facts I learned about love, from something my mom said, is that love is to the will what a "light bulb moment" is to the intellect, because the good and the truth are both from God. The truth is correspondence with what is,

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Someone compared the Vexilla Regis to the Dream of the Rood in a comment awhile back, and when teaching them both for English class last Lent I decided to try to make an alliterative translation of the former--not directly from Anglo-Saxon, which I can't read, but from a literal translation. Also, there are sections left out where I got lazy; I might add them in someday.The Dream of the Rood

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Translated and adapted from one to St. Catherine; #77 in the Oxford Anthology of Medieval Latin VerseDaughter of a Grecian kingNow your household to you singVeneration, impetrationThat your prayers for us may bring, Us, sin-laden, O pure maiden,To the joys of heaven's King.Sprung of noble stock and brightWith the virtues' heavenly mightSoon you said that you would wedNone but Christ, the

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Today I was listening to Schumann's piano concerto and once again I was awed at the pure glory of it. The first movement is really unusual because it was conceived as a Fantasie for piano and orchestra; Robert Schumann transformed it into a concerto at the instigation of his concert-pianist wife Clara, who premiered his works after his career as a pianist was spoilt by an injured hand. He added

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THURSDAY - Today, unfortunately, Mrs. Eastman was out with a sore throat, but we hoped to have her back the next day. For a change, the morning didn't begin with a recital, but rather with a class by Ruth in which we discussed interpretation - what image does this section of a piece give you, why, and how do you bring that across? She chose a good one for it, too - Debussy's Claire de lune - and

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This past week, I served as counselor at Webster University's annual Classical Piano Camp, a sort of workshop for young pianists between grades 7 and 12, who need to have studied for at least three years before entering. It was loads of fun! Here's the breakdown of the whole week -- I'll divide it in two parts, as I know it will be long!MONDAY I arrived at the Music Building bright and early,

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This one is not mine (would it were!) Rather, it is one written by the master of sonnetry (is that a word?), the great and only William Shakespeare, to his beloved at the harpsichord. Romantic that I am, I wish someone would write one like that to me someday... hey, a girl can dream, can't she?Sonnet CXXVIIIHow oft when thou, my music, music play'st,Upon that blessed wood whose motion soundsWith

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My wonderful little sister Rocio C. just emailed me this LOLcat, which is perfect for me - a pianist often discouraged by small hands and, more recently, by the amazing brilliance of the kids at the piano camp I'm counselor for. They're all great young artists; the youngest is twelve, the oldest sixteen, and they play their hearts out and love it. This little picture boosted my spirits like

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Well, look at that. I finally remembered to do the Takes when it was Friday!FIRSTLY:In the past couple of weeks we've discovered that not one but two of our Fathers are getting transferred... boohoo! Our good Father Trinh is off to Arcadia, CA, and Father Soos is headed for St. Mary's, Kansas, (unless something changes, which I'm still praying for. I'm afraid it's kind of a case of, "Thy Will be

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direct quote from my Texas correspondent's last email:Things are looking better for Marycatherine, and they are going to see if she can eat or drink yet. And she will be going home as soon as she can handle solid foods, and water. As well, Maryanna (Ed: big sister) will be going home today ( I believe ), for the time being until her final surgery.Te Deum Laudamus... Let's keep the prayers up! And

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The latest news on my friends in Texas seem to be that little MaryCatherine will be going into surgery for her internal injuries; the doctors were waiting and monitoring, hoping to avoid it, but apparently it has to happen. Her big sister, however, is going home soon, in a wheelchair, and in a couple of weeks will return to the hospital for the final surgery on her ankles. Their brother is

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We are in the process of making this novena to St. Joseph so the house showings go well and it sells soon. Any prayers are hugely appreciated!O St. Joseph, whose protection is so great, so strong, so prompt before the Throne of God, I place in you all my interests and desires. O St. Joseph, do assist me by your powerful intercession and obtain for me from your Divine Son all spiritual blessings

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I just found out this morning that three friends of mine in Texas - not Jammers, but very close friends of many of the Jammers - were in a terrible head-on collision two or three days ago. The oldest girl had both ankles so badly broken that they had to be set by surgery, but couldn't even be given morphine because the surgery was the next morning; so she passed one night in agony, poor creature.

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Here are two poems written during the recent trip to Austin, to show that the Steel Lily's Poet-in-Residence has not been idle despite her vacation to faraway lands.The first poem - a ballad, if you will - was written for the pianists of the Jam -- Billy, Domenico, Bibiana and me, and all the other piano-players.Song of the Jam-Pianists.Our hearts are strung with piano wire,And when our fingers

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Tonight, in the midst of an online conversation, a friend from Syracuse and I decided to start a new blog. Check it out. Its name is TradCats. Enjoy.

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Sam from http://www.thinkingpoetry.com/ was kind enough to invite me to include a sonnet in his e-book collection Sonetti. So here is the book - enjoy all the wonderful work of my fellow-sonnetteers out there!Open publication - Free publishing - More thinkingpoetry

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The Jam Sessions, which I may have mentioned before, seem to be dividing themselves into 'decimal jams' as well as the "real Jam Sessions," which are the x.0 Jams. If I haven't mentioned them, they may be defined thus, in dictionary form:Jam Session, n. A gathering of young musical parishioners of SSPX chapels (see Jam-Sessioner), at which a pre-rehearsed polyphonic Mass is put together and

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Life's so annoying. Here's the result.I've broken every rule of sound and rhythm as we know 'em,I can't write poetry worth squat (as you'll see from this poem.)I can not draw, no, not at all! My singing's kind of iffy-But baking, cooking, that's one thing I'll beat you at in a jiffy!Now, I can dance, now that's for sure, My sewing is all right,My hearing's good, I love the rain, I see real well

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Here we go again!Firstly: I am off to Texas tonight, there to help some friends play a concert for our good Bishop Tissier de Mallerais. I can't wait. "The stars at night - are big an' bright - deep in the heart of Texas," as we sing at tournaments; and I can't wait to see them, and my friends, again.Secondly:The house continues to progress. The girls painted the basement yesterday and now,

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I missed last Friday... I don't remember even why! Let me see, what, of all that has passed in these two weeks, shall I tell? The poems beneath are part of what happened - finding my muse again - but what else?... Hmm. I think this time I will enumerate adverbially. Maybe I'll make that an official part of my seven takes. How often do you see the word "seventhly" any more? I love it.Firstly:Dad

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Well, what do you know; just as I begin to think that inspiration's fount floweth no more, I come up with two poems in two days! The first is in the post just below this; and here is the second.My Three FlowersIn my garden grow three flowers,Lily, Rose and Passion-flower,And I love to look upon themAs they flourish in my bower;Sure, what need of wealth or glory,With these blossoms as my dower?

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Last night I was up far too late, as usual in the summer; and as I lay on my bed scribbling, this sonnet took shape. It ended quite differently from what I thought it would be at the beginning; but I rather liked the result, as did the friend to whom I sent it when it was done. The title is the name I always give to the beautiful Steinway grand in Webster's recital hall - a truly glorious

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1. Well, the biggest news of the week is explained in the post below - the surprise nominations for the Catholic New Media Awards! I'm still getting over the surprise!2. Another big thing that happened this week was my fourteen-year-old sister Maria's graduation from eighth grade at Queen of the Holy Rosary Academy, last night. She and her classmate looked awesome in their blue gowns and Maria's

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My friend over at Catholic Perspective just notified me that this little blog of mine has been nominated for the Catholic New Media Awards! Whoever nominated me, thanks you very much; and all voters, thank you in advance! Apparently I can be voted for under the following categories:People's Choice BlogBest Group Blog (although I think it should probably be switched to Best Blog by a Woman,

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1. I went to a tea party today! It was my second time at the home of my fellow-pianist Colleen, who besides being a brilliant musician and an excellent painter and singer, is a brilliant entertainer. Her mother, a true lady in the old sense of the word - sweet, warm, gentle, a truly excellent cook, and making us feel very much at home - was the perfect hostess, and they loved the apple pie I

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Last night I went to the Sheldon, a lovely old building downtown which now houses a concert hall and art gallery, to hear two dear friends and one acquaintance from college play a "Prelude Performance" for the Artist Presentation Society. It was magnificent. Alyssa Santoyo, guitarist, led off with a wonderful group of pieces from a Bach Suite for Unaccompanied Cello, followed by a piece that will

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she answered my prayers for a good audition for the Ladies' Musical Club (see the last Friday takes) and I got a hundred-dollar check from them... "towards your music of the future", said the lady who called to let me know. Blest be St. Cecilia! She's never failed me yet; and to her, I offer this little ballad.Seventeen hundred years agoShe lived, and yet it seems as thoughShe were a friend who

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1.It's amazing how hard it is to find something to do when you're not on a schedule. I almost wish I was back to school so I could know what I had to do in the mornings.2.My last grades are up on my web-page... and I got a B+ in Music History, to mar an otherwise straight-A semester. Darn. But well... my GPA is still 3.74, well above what I need to keep my scholarship, and not so bad.3.I am

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My little sister (see post below, #2) came home on Sunday and is doing great, though we still have to be careful for a week or two. Laus Deo

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1. I owe Our Lord, through his Mother and St. Cecilia, a really huge vote of thanks! I had my sophomore candidacy, a sort of progress report/mid-major checkup, yesterday afternoon. For me, (not everyone else), this doubled as a re-audition to switch from the Bachelor of Arts in Music, with piano emphasis, to the Bachelor of Music in Piano Performance, a much more performance-oriented major, as

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Today, as Mom and I drove down the highway to the charming Gast Haus where Dad was about to give his last (before leaving for Boston) conference to our young adult group. The topic was "Words, Fists and Guns: When and How to use them", and it was a marvelous conference, based solidly on St. Thomas Aquinas with some excellent real and hypothetical examples from today's world, and a good deal of

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Lent is over at last, and once again, the Alleluia reigns. This translation of one of my favorite Easter hymns, the beautiful Finita Jam Sunt Proelia, is my contribution for Easter week.FINITA JAM SUNT PROELIANow is the battle o'er and done,Now is the final triumph won,All rejoice; lift every voice,Alleluia, alleluia!After his death's most cruel fate,Jesu destroyed the hellish gate,Lutes, O laud

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Wow! The St. Joseph post was a milestone (#100) and I didn't even know it till I signed in and saw it on my dashboard. What fun. So, to add to the coincidence, the second "century" of posts begins with the second decade of my life -- today I am twenty!And if you have to know, no, I don't feel any different... :)So what have I done in two decades? I've grown up in an awesome family, watching it

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In today's world, which is attempting to tear apart the family, let us pray to Joseph, Patron of the Catholic family.Litany of St. JosephLord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Christ, hear us. Christ, graciously hear us. God, the Father of Heaven, have mercy on us. God the Son, Redeemer of the world, have mercy on us. God the Holy Spirit, have mercy on us. Holy Trinity, One God,

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Another Friday, another seven quick takes... :)1. I am getting highly excited... tomorrow is the Belleville Phil's concerto competition! I know my piece very solidly, so I am not really worried. I'm sure I'll get more nervous on the 45-minute drive over.2. I read an article about the Pope's visit to the tomb and monastery of St. Frances of Rome -- she really was an awesome lady! Here is a great

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The Latin phrase inspired this sonnet today.Dear Lord, sometimes I find it hard to pray;Gazing on Thee, or thinking on Thy deeds,My heart cannot express its thought, and bleedsFrom straining for the speech that's fled away.But when words fail, or so some wise men say,Music begins; let that, then, be my speech.Let music go where language cannot reach,To offer Thee my love and pain each day.Let

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After trying for a while to figure out how to paste the little "seven quick takes" sign in, I gave up; but here they are, anyway.1.The first half of the spring term is over -- farewell midterms! So next week I am FREE!!!!!! Free, that is, to help get the house ready to show. This weekend will be dedicated to intensive clean-up... well, it is spring, so spring cleaning may as well come too!2.I got

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I think it's fitting to begin my Lenten posts with my translation of the beautiful Lent hymn, Audi Benigne Conditor. The original Latin (as well as tons of other awesome hymns with verse-translations of varying literality) can be found here: http://www.preces-latinae.org/index.htm.O merciful Creator, hearThe prayers we offer tearfully,Poured out as we, these forty days,Fast and abstain

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Requiescant in pace.They were so young, those Frenchmen three,When Thou didst call them home to Thee!O Lord, they longed Thy priests to be...Deny them not Thy rest,But, as they died in glacial cold,May Thy kind arms their souls enfold,And warmly, safely, closely holdClose to Thy sacred breast. Jesu, Thy call, so sudden, came;No time for fear, regret, or shame;They only heard you call each name,

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On the eleventh of February, seven third-year seminarians from the SSPX seminary in Ecône, Switzerland went out into the mountains for a picnic and hike. Four of them were caught in a sudden avalanche. Only one of them survived. This letter was written by one of those who escaped the avalanche altogether... Let us pray for the repose of these young men's souls! Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine,

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I can't borrow the cool little sign from Conversion Diary, because this is late. Next Friday I will though!1. My oldest sister, the second-most-frequent poster on the Lily, left almost two months ago now, and there's a big hole in the family. It's so weird to think, "There are still eleven of us... one just doesn't live at home!"2. Rocio C. is going to be sixteen on Monday. As a wisecracking

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the bishops of the SSPX, long thought excommunicated by many, were at last declared by Rome to be free of this excommunication, in a document signed on my feastday, no less! :) Te Deum Laudamus!Saturday, January 24, 2009Decree of the Congregation for Bishops CONGREGATIO PRO EPISCOPISBy way of a letter of December 15, 2008 addressed to His Eminence Cardinal Dario Castrillón Hoyos, President of the

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Las fotos estan un poco mezcladas en el album, asi que aca tienen un resumen rapido:8: subimos a Mt. Eden, un volcan extinguido en Auckland9: fuimos al valle de los volcanes y vimos unas cataratas10: hizimos el tongariro crossing, cruzando una montana volcanica11: almorzamos con las monjas y tomamos el ferry12: vimos unas focas y pancake rocks

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These past few days have been full of happenings. Lucia left us on the Feast of the Epiphany, (what better day to travel, no?) to join the teaching Dominicans in Wanganui, New Zealand, half a world away! Mom went with her as escort and to take a well-deserved two weeks' vacation; and so the family was left with me as new oldest sister and surrogate Mommy. The first half-day was the hardest, right

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After reading the weekly "quick takes" posts from our cyber-friend Jen over at Conversion Diary for quite some time, I thought I'd try it too. So here we go.1.This week has been crazy because it seems so short! Sunday and Monday were the end of the Polyphony Jam Session down in Dickinson, Texas. We had a blast, singing a four-voice Mass by William Byrd at two High Masses on Sunday, not to mention

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Once upon a tyme, a fayre mayden traveled to ye land of texas wythe heer elder systers twain, and heer brother, a myghty knyte, was theer escorte through weel and wronge. Together theye traveled, long and far bye a trayne, til anon theye cam unto the Land of Texas. There theye alighted at a small towne named Longview, where theye learned that theyre escorte, the good Friar Gregory, had bene loste

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All right, this is really crazy. Two recent posts relating to the Tale of Beren and Luthien, one in the works, and now this! But I really couldn't help it. Since reading the Philosopher at Large's elucidation of it, the Lay of Leithian has become for me a sort of touchstone for right thinking about love. And I have been thinking about love quite a lot.Anyhow, I just happened to read a quote from

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A CHRISTMAS CAROLLet us sing and dance and playFor the King that's born todayTo save us all from death and woe;Benedicamus Domino.In Bethlem's stable cold and drearHe was born, that Babe so dear;Of Mary Maid He came to us,Iesus Christus Dominus.Son of God in human form,Born amid the winter storm,For to save from Satan's powerAt the weary midnight hour.And a star that filled the skyTold His coming

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Happy feast of the Immaculate Conception, a week or so late! Since we didn't post anything in honor of the feast on the day itself, here's a link to my thesis, "The Immaculate Conception from Rome to Salamanca." http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dcw36r5g_128g2q8gw55

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Enchanted?! That's one way of putting it! Who? What? In her entire story there is not one case of enchantment...not one! I suppose the gossip mill has been working as usual, and people say that it was Gezelle's singing that caused the man to fall helplessly in love with her...but anyone who knows that land will tell you that if anything, her singing must have pulled him out of an enchantment.The

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O Lord, Thou who hast made all things,And by the mighty majestyWhich all creation sweetly singsHast cleansed all mankind's infamy,And given joy for woe;O Thou that lovest me so,Teach me to love Thee as Thou lovest me.O Thou who by Thy word aloneDidst calm the storm in Galilee,Thou Who art Trinity and One,Who ever is and so shall be,Thy wonder none can tell!O Thou that lovest me well,Teach me to

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this one is in Latin! The accenting in a couple of places is not perfect but I tried to keep it even. STELLA MARIS, O MARIAStella maris, O Maria,Virgo clemens, virgo pia,Tua filia vocat te;Virgo dulcis, audi me. Sum indigna peccatrix;Bona Dei genitrix,Da misericordiam,Salva tuam servulam. Ne cadam subrige me,Caelicis militiaeDomina pulcherrima,Dei plena gratia! O Maria, stella maris,Magna, mitis,

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I know this is a day late, but we have a whole week to get indulgences for them, so why not poems? FOR THE HOLY SOULSLight eternal on them shineWith the holy Saints benign;Hear our prayer, O Lord divine:Dona eis requiem.Let thy dear souls, who burn in fireOf sorrow and of great desire Be freed from pain and grief so dire!Dona eis requiem.O Lord, their love and longing seeAnd from their suffering

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I found this over at our friend the Suburban Banshee's, and found it amusing. You bold what you have eaten and cross out what you'd never even consider eating. Since with this formatting I can't cross out, I'll italicize. Wow, some people have wild imaginations when it comes to food...1. Venison2. Nettle tea3. Huevos rancheros4. Steak tartare (raw hamburger? ugh!)5. Crocodile... um, perhaps...6.

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(From the epistle to the last of the seven churches, in the Apocalypse)Come buy, I beg, of my burning goldTo complete your coffers with prudent careAnd lengths of linen of flowing whiteThat your nakedness may not appear;Lave with aloes your lightless eyesTo behold the blessed sight of bliss.I chastize the children of my choice,Harry and hunt them, so haste to this:Turn ye in truth your Lord

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This semester I have been taking a class called "Creative Writing: Translation." It's a lot of fun, and I thought some of my readers (all two or three of them, huh?) might enjoy one or two of my translations. So here goes my version of the Vexilla Regis.The royal banners forth proceed,The Cross shines out its mysteryBy which life bore death's heavy loadAnd life by death gained victory.And when

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Or (perhaps a better heading for the Ballad that is the Greatest Song in the World) :"Come riddle me this, dear mother, come riddle me two in one..."*What King is it that left his kingdom,was despised and rejected by his people(who chose a murderer over him),for the sake of a promise made to a vassal;who took on the form of a servant**was humbled before a throne set up by his own powerwas cast

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today is her day, the celebration of the great victory at Lepanto back in 1571.... wow, that's a while back. Anyhow, in honor of the day, here is a new poem...Immaculate conceived and stainless born,She who in Bethlehem brought Christ to menIn greatest need comes to our aid again,Our watchful Mother, guiding star of morn.When all seems lost, and we are all forlorn,Confounded, weak against our

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Yes... the de Erausquin family will leave our beautiful St. Louis next summer, bound for Boston! The reason for this is that Tata (our Dad) just accepted an offer from the great, the only....Hahvahd University!So this will be our last year here in our home of thirteen- almost fourteen- years. Ah, the sadness... Boston has no SSPX church or school, so we will be down to a mission chapel and

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(haha) This one was inspired by a beautiful Spanish poem, the Hymn to the Coming Messiah, begging Our Lord to return to us. I have made more than one attempt to translate it, but it is coming very slowly! The language is so complicated that even in the richness of English it's hard to match the wonder of the Spanish. However, taking the theme and the rhythm and rhyme scheme, I came up withVeni,

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Yes, yes, I know I am two days late. Three it'll be by the time anyone reads this, I'm sure. But anyway, here is the poem I wrote Wednesday for our Fathers of the SSPX.ST. PIUS THE TENTHUpon this fair WednesdayIs Pius the Ten's day,A wonderful Pope and great Saint;And I think that neverWas such a fool, ever,As him who dares say that he ain't.He grew up, quite lowly,And ever-so-holy,In Riese, in

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Firstly, happy feastday to all you Stephens out there -- today's the feast of St. Stephen of Hungary!Secondly, here is a new sonnet. The idea for this came to me at Mass, actually, not Benediction; but the picture in my head turned into this poem.I gaze upon the altar far below,The candles glimmering in the smoky haze,And at the glorious crown of golden raysThat circles round what is God's self,

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Alas, I am late again! The Feast of our city's patron, St. Louis, was this Monday (the 25th), and I was so caught up in the Jam and school that I had not time to post. (The last post says it was posted on the 25th, but it was really finished today!) So here is the poem I wrote last year on the same Feast.ST. LOUISA lesson by his mother taughtHe kept his heart within;"I'd rather see you dead, my

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The wonderful weekend of Jam Session II began with the arrival of all the Texans on Friday. At three o'clock sharp, the time ere this agreed upon, Stephanie, Lucia, Rocio, Michelle and I got to the church and found Bobby Murphy, Joe Dugas, and Sam and Aly Sentmanat waiting for us on the sidewalk. Father Stanich, it seemed, had walked to Union Station with Bibiana and Domenico Gattozzi, Heather

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Being home seems to have inspired me more than my travels! I was not very poetic then, but I came up with a new one today as Michelle and I rode home from school. So I present...The Cyclists' PrayerThe whirling pedals send usSwiftly down the street;Our hair in wind is lifting,In the August heat;And as we reach the hilltop andGo spinning down once more,We look up at the endless skyThat spreads the

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I wrote this last summer -- almost exactly a year ago -- at the Benedictine convent of Notre Dame de Toute Confiance in Lamaire, France; and since, of course, I didn't have a computer there, I don't believe I have posted it yet. Here, then, I present my little prayer.Lest we fail and lest we fall,Christ Jesu, be with us all.Lest we fall and lest we fail,Thou wast torn by scourge and nail.Lest we

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I really just want a new profile picture, but since it's here I challenge everyone (not Ines) to guess who this is and why I picked her. And for bonus points, to connect her to the boy scouts through a rather short chain of associations.

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Our three days in Mar del Plata were very enjoyable. The first day was cold and grey, but we walked down by the sea to look at the waves, and went up the pedestrian street... mall, might be the word... to look in at shop windows. When we reached the Cathedral we went in to look; it has beautiful stained glass windows and a fine altar. From there we went down to a park where we rented some double

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was the 31st! We got up about 8:30 and drove out into the mountains again, only this time we went north. This trip encompassed the Quebrada de Humahuaca. The first stop was the little old town of Purmamarca, which had unfortunately become rather a tourist trap since the last time Tio Juancho had been there; the main square was full of tables with all sorts of things to sell. We wanted to go into

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After a great rest of the week in Cordoba, including a choir rehearsal with everything from Bruckner to Faure to Handel's Hallelujah Chorus and a trip to the observatory in the nearby hills, we took the bus to Villa Mercedes in the province of San Luis to spend a day with the de Erausquin great-aunts, then took another bus to Mendoza. We were met by an old friend of Dad's, Sergio de la Torre, who

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Well, what have we done in the last week?We saw the Manzana de las Luces, an old Jesuit mission, on Thursday night and heard a choral concert; I played a solo concert on Friday for a group of my grandmother's friends, and they asked me when we were coming back; on Sunday after touring La Boca and seeing St. Felicitas (from the outside) we took the overnight bus to Alta Gracia, and here we

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After a good time at my godfather's house on Saturday, with a delicious barbecue and a grand concert of piano, guitar, voices and flutes, Tio Alvaro (the youngest of the four de Erausquin brothers) picked us up and we drove down to the Seminary of Our Lady Co-Redemptrix at La Reja for First Saturday evening Mass. The church is gorgeous; I had never seen the inside of it before, even in pictures.

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Here is my Spanish sonnet. Those who don't know Spanish will have to wait for a translation... :) and I don't know how good it would be, either, but we shall see.Milagro! indecible maravilla!Que el Dios del cielo haya descendido,En una humilde hostia escondido,A bendecirme a mi - pobre chiquilla,Pedazo de la arcilla que el Dios SantoEn su misericordia ha formadoEn su imagen, para darle agrado...Y

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Here is the recap, therefore, of it all.Saturday was spent at Tia Emi's house, amid the happy chaos of her children, Clara, Tomas (Tato), my namesake Inés, better known as Ichu, and Josefina. We had a fun time, mostly resting, and lots of music of all kinds, from zambas to Irish music to arias, and Rocio did some flamenco dancing. Sunday we headed back into the city to Tio Claudio's house, for

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My grandfather was talking, the other day, about how few people realize how many great and wonderful people came out of the Church. This sonnet to one of them blossomed from that conversation.O Thomas, you did never doubt at allThe truths God gave to you to understand;You wrote with skill and wisdom at His callAnd He did guide your never-faltering hand.You spoke but seldom, so men called you dumb

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On Thursday we walked out to the Recoleta cemetery. It is a city of the dead - there is no other word for it; a city that, in Lu's clever phrase, will be very busy at the Last Judgment! - six acres of monumental mausoleums, once an orchard belonging to the Padres Recoletos (we couldn't figure out what order that translates to!) We also visited the church beside it, Nuestra Señora del Pilar, which

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Well, my friends, now we've actually done some stuff I can tell about.On the 23rd we landed and had a day of rest, basically, no real action. On the 24th, however, we walked down to the Abasto. This big building used to be the public market and it was nearby that the great tango singer Carlos Gardel grew up, the reason he got the nickname "el morocho del Abasto". When Buenos AIres grew bigger the

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not very adventurously, I have to say.Ignacio, Lucia, Rocio and I were in plenty of time for our plane from St. Louis to Washington, D.C. The thing was (and well we knew this!) that we had only a forty-minute margin between the landing in D.C. and takeoff for Buenos Aires. We had no problem with that; we have eight perfectly good legs between the four of us, and we could have made it easily,

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A man walking on the beach one day found a bottle washed up by the waves. Curious, he opened it, and out popped a genie."You have freed me, master! Now I will grant you three wishes, whatever your heart desires."The delighted man said, "Well, I want to have all the money in the world," and it was done."And I would like to be the President of the United States."And it was done."Now... there's one

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Indeed, I do wonder... how do people not believe in God?Who looks upon the sunset skyAflame with violet, rose and goldAnd, as he gazes, can denyThe One Who made this sight unfold?Who looks upon the rushing flood,The glory of the waterfall,And says that no Creator couldExist? How else could it befall?What fools - what fools these mortals beThat gaze on all these things displayedAnd say they "

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One is an acrostic. One is not. The first was written two or three days ago, the second tonight, for the Queenship of Mary. May her name be praised!Virgo Maria, AudiVirgin above all Virgins far most fairIn anguish now we cry and call on thee,Repeating, "Mary, aid us, hear our plea;God will forgive, if thou dost join our prayer."Over the mists of years dissolved in air,Many the soul that cries in

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This is posted under my name, but it is not mine: it is the work of CECILIA!!!!THE WEASEL, by CECILIA!!!The weasel is tall and thinAnd you must not let it get inTo your house, and if it does, beware,For it can hide 'most anywhere!It eats your chickens and roosters too,And it must be very close to youFor you to catch this animal,Who can be as furious as a bull!

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This was written yesterday after we made the usual huge sawdust paintings on the sidewalk. The vibrant colors fairly shimmered even under the street-lamps and this evening's procession was lovely. If I can get Father Young to send me the pictures I will post some.The Sidewalk-Painters' BalladThe afternoon is sunny,No cloud is in the sky,And underneath the heavensBright colors catch the eye,

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Anyone who is a fan of Tom Lehrer, with his extremely pointed wit and knack for hilarious songs (although some you have to look out for), will know what this is a parody of, and therefore what tune belongs to it. Anyone who isn't has to look him up.Be prepared!That's the trad-cat's marching song,Be preparedAs through life you march along;Be prepared to fight to prove the Faith is true,Don't

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This one is very old indeed; one of the oldest I actually kept. I was probably nine or ten at the oldest when I wrote it.Prayer to the Holy FamilyJesus Christ, my loving Lord,Son of Mary, Joseph's Ward,Lead me, Truth and Way and Light,All the day and all the night.Mary, Mother of my God,Help my soul in its onward plodTowards thy heaven from my earth,From the world of thy Son's birth.Joseph,

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Michelle discovered an adorable baby bunny in the parking lot of Walgreens the other day and, seeing him nearly run over by a car, determined to save him from an inevitable fate. The poor little guy wasn't even big enough to jump up on the curb, so she scooped him up and carried him with her to Mass at school; where, as he could not be in the chapel, she put him in one of Gloria's cleaning

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So, Michelle and I were having lunch together the other day, and we were talking about martyrdom. Michelle remarked cheerfully, "You know, I wouldn't mind being martyred, but I don't want to be all scared and meek; I want to go out with a 'tude!" I had to laugh at her idea, and laughed even more when she said, "Yeah, I want to tell the Communists "One-way ticket to heaven? Bring it on! No

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Mary, what can I say in praise of thee?All words fail to describe thy holiness;Royal scion of David's noble tree,Your beauty doth surpass all loveliness.Many have sought to praise thee worthilyAnd better poets than I have fallen short;Repeatedly I fail to praise enough,Yet still I strive to praise thee as I ought.Mother above all Mothers loving, sweet,Above the Angels brilliant white in grace,

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Good morning, all ye posters and readers,Here is a great joke to brighten up your day!A man and his wife were sitting in the living room discussing a"Living Will"The husband after reflecting sincerely on the matter, told his wife,"Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug."His most

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And here is the Introit, versified in a record minute (not counting the time it took me to look up the Introit online because I didn't remember it all!) :)Why stand ye looking upward thus,O men of Galilee?As ye have seen the Lord ascend,Returning ye will see.O nations, clap your hands, and cryWith joyful voice to God on high!

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Here is a translation of the sequence of Easter. I tried to keep the rhyme-scheme and rhythm of the original Latin; be you the judges of how well I managed.Christians, to the Paschal VictimImmolate your praises bright!Now the Lamb his sheep doth buy;Christ unto the Father high,Unstainéd, sinners all doth reunite.Death and life most wondrouslyBattled for the victory;The Lord of Life once slain,

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Call it late, but I say "Hey, we're still in Paschaltide." Wherefore, in a new translation, here you have it.O Queen of Heaven, joyful be;Rejoice, O Mary!The clouds defeated break and flee,Alleluia!Rejoice! rejoice, O Mary!The One thou didst deserve to bear,Rejoice, O Mary!Arises now from Death's dark snare,Alleluia!Rejoice! rejoice, O Mary!The darts of death are snapped in twain,Rejoice, O Mary!

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I discovered a fun name decoder! I discovered I have a few interesting qualities I didn't know about! At least secundum this....www.cyborg.namedecoder.comp align="center">

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When I was twelve or so, I wrote this, inspired by the Gospel incident.Once Jesus said to his disciples,“Ye all must be gentle and mild,For ye may not enter my kingdom,Unless ye be like to a child.”He took a small boy that was near him,Saying “Be like this lad, be not wild,For none enters Heaven’s fair kingdomIf he be not as only a child.“A child both in heart and in spirit,An infant in love and

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