Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-5 The Inferno

End of Canto 20 - final thoughts on the Annunciation. Cantos 21 & 22 - called the gargoyle cantos - bring a change of mood.

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-4 The Inferno

The Annunciation and knowing the future - continued

Winter 2015 Newsletter

....married to a mystery

Gil’s Manuscript update…

Since Gil finished adding material to the manuscript last year he has worked on weaving its themes into a coherent whole. One of the best investments he made was a computer with sufficient resources to open the entire text in one file so that searches could be made of the entire corpus of the manuscript. Mindful of the length (in pages) of the project it became clear that some trimming would be necessary to bring the text into a manageable size. Multiple complete reads of the text, with ‘scalpel’ in hand, over the past few months have resulted in significant progress on this front. Pieces retrieved from the cutting room floor may prove useful in possible future presentations.

There remains the final touches and edits and then, as I believe W H Auden said about finishing a poem,…the author abandons it. Casting the text on the waters of possible publishers will bring relief of one kind and anxiety of another…the wait. Fortunately, there are plenty of things to keep us busy. In April Gil will be on the road again giving presentations in San Antonio Texas and in Lafayette Indiana. We envision other venues as well but for now this is all we have on the calendar (details will follow in a later newsletter). In July the Colloquium on Violence and Religion conference is being held in St. Louis and Gil is toying with the idea of making a presentation at that venue. If a publisher finds the manuscript of interest no doubt there will be some discussion regarding edits, title, etc that will take thought and attention.

One of the matters a prospective publisher takes into consideration these days is the availability of the text under consideration via other formats whether digital or audio. Because of this we will be taking down our member’s only Scriptorium web site soon. This will actually be part of a larger overhaul of our web presence discussed below.

The scope of matters brought forth in the course of the manuscript is vast, as those who have availed themselves of the Scriptorium website’s draft installments over the past five years have seen. Gil mentioned recently that he ends the text with a kind of hymn to the Eucharist in which all is bound together. As I listened to him express this I was reminded of a response Leonard Cohen made last year in an interview when asked about his songwriting. He said, “If I knew where the good songs come from I’d go there more often. [Songwriting] is much like the life of a Catholic nun. You’re married to a mystery.” I’m pretty sure Gil’s manuscript will not be set to music. But for those whose experience of life encompasses a sacramental understanding of life’s every aspect this comes very close to saying it all.

One of the quotes being considering for the preface to the text is, naturally, from Hans Urs von Balthasar:

Jesus Christ is called Alpha and Omega: he has not only bound us back to our lost beginning, the Father, but has also set us in motion toward his absolute future. He alone is the force that binds together the beginning and the end, the force that can reconcile in itself, as the higher third, the two divergent world views: past and future

Upcoming changes to the website…

In the coming weeks we will be taking down our member’s only Scriptorium website (www.cfmembers.net) and then moving our main Cornerstone Forum website to a new hosting company. In the process the site will be offline for a short time. It is being redesigned with the intention of making it more user friendly. Our weblog will also be integrated into the site so there will only be one website address for all of our ongoing content (except for any social media outlets we might use). Our current website has served us well for over ten years. It will take us all some time to get used to the new regime once it is in place. And there will, of course, be glitches that will need to be worked out. We ask for your patience with this process.

Because over the past years we proposed giving access to our Scriptorium site to anyone making a minimum donation of $5/month or $60/year, and we continue to be helped in our work by many who took advantage of this; we are now making this minimum level of support include as a benefit the downloadable MP3 audio files we make available each month to our donors.


And as ever, thank you!

We are very grateful for all who find our work of value and assist us with their material support, encouragement and prayers. We could not do our work without your help.

Gil Bailie and
Randy Coleman-Riese

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-3 The Inferno

The Annunciation and knowing the future -

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-2 The Inferno

Fate and Amphiareus (one of the seven against Thebes). The only god you can meet in a predictable universe is a false one.

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 10-1 The Inferno

Canto 20 - reflections on Moses and the burning bush. He learns God's name, or does he? Moses encounters one who will not be determined.

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-10 The Inferno

While the universe may be viewed as evolving or progressing it is better understood as fundamentally an Incarnating cosmos. Also, while there are may be legitimate and practical concerns for the future, when our focus is on determining or knowing the future we miss our proper orientation to the intersection of time with the timeless.

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-9 The Inferno

The intersection of time and timelessness will happen only in the presence of the human mind.

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-8 The Inferno

Continuing with TS Eliot's Dry Salvages from The Four Quartets...viewed at a close commentary on Canto XX of The Inferno. Preoccupation with the past and/or future is a sign of small 'h' hope. Whereas in the mystery of timelessness in the midst of each individual person's history is found the virtue of Hope, and the purview of the saint.

The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint—
No occupation either, but something given
And taken, in a lifetime's death in love,
Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender.

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-7 The Inferno

...the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender spray Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret, Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened. And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back.

TS Eliot, Dry Salvages

Reprise of a Girard Christmas Card

Four years ago René Girard was interviewed by Peter Robinson, research fellow at the Hoover Institution, for their Uncommon Knowledge weblog. We have every Christmas since then excerpted a short piece from the end of that interview where Mr. Robinson asks René to reflect on the Christmas narratives from the gospels.

René Girard was born on December 25, 1923. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas!

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-6 The Inferno

As long as we can conjure up little facile reasons for hanging on to the small 'h' hope we would never come into the larger dimension HOPE.

"There is no end but addition, the trailing
Consequence of further days and hours:
While emotion takes to itself the emotionless
Years of living among the breakage
Of what was believed in as the most reliable—
And therefore the fittest for renunciation."

          TS Eliot - The Dry Salvages

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-5 The Inferno

TS Eliot's Dry Salvages (one of the Four Quartets) is a running commentary on Canto 20 of the Inferno. Demolishing hope (with a small h) so that the theological virtue of Hope could come into its proper place.

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-4 The Inferno

The 'eleventh hour' is the temporal dimension that is appropriate to religious life, not the present, the past or the future. It is the 'eleventh hour' that is worthy of our religious longing and hope.

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-3 The Inferno

In the early nineteenth century G. W. F. Hegel introduced the 'divinization' of history and an intellectual concern to control or know the future. This is contrasted with Martin Buber's understanding of 'magic' - the attempt to have a religious life without having a relationship to God. Truth cannot be known, only encountered. William Stafford's poem "Glances".

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-2 The Inferno

The future is the only transcendental value for men without a god

Albert Camus

Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy - Pt 9-1 The Inferno

With this post we begin posting episodic excerpts from Gil Bailie's archival materials again. For the next long while these will be from Gil's 1984 24 cassette tape series on Dante's Divine Comedy which are being transfered into digital format. If you are interested in obtaining the complete MP3s finished so far please visit our webstore by following this link.

Those visitors who have shared contact information with us over the past years will likely in the days before Thanksgiving receive our annual Fall Appeal. We try to limit our fundraising appeals to once a year, and ask that you look kindly on our request for support for the coming year. If you are a new visitor to our weblog and want to learn more about our work please follow this link to our website.

In early 2015 Gil Bailie hopes to have the manuscript he has been working on lo these past four years in the hands of a prospective publisher. There will no doubt still be much work to be done. But when that happens we expect to see Gil back on the road. He has had to pass on numerous offers of speaking opportunities over the past few years in order to keep his focus on the manuscript. Next year that will change. If a publisher finds this manuscript worthy of publication we expect there will be some promotional trips involved following its debut. We will keep those interested in our work appraised of these events.

Thanksgiving blessings to all!

The Self and its Sources Revisited

For those who have availed themselves of the Self and its Sources audio materials posted on this blog, the June 2014 edition of The Atlantic has an interesting essay by William Deresiewicz entitled "How the Novel made the Modern World". This piece reviews two recent scholarly books on the novel. Considering that Gil Bailie's 'reflections on the art of the novel' were done over 20 years ago it is intriguing to read echoes of his analysis in this essay.

It also includes this humorous critique of academic prose:

Buell (the author of one of the books under consideration), whose careful terror seems to be the possibility of saying something politically incorrect—the book does so much posturing, you think it’s going to throw its back out—appears to have absorbed every piety in the contemporary critical hymnal. You can see him fairly bowing to them in his introduction, as if by way of ritual preparation. There they are, propitiated one by one—Ethnicity, Globalism, Anti-Canonicity, Anti-Essentialism—like idols in the corners of a temple.

Saying goodbye to Mary's month

This is the last day of May, Mary's month. While this web-log, "Reflections on Faith and Culture", has been dormant for the past while I have been working on bringing Gil Bailie's Reflections on Dante's Divine Comedy into the digital age. This is a series of 24 presentations he recorded in the mid-1980's. It was made at a time when Gil first became aware of the work of René Girard and before his own thinking and work were transformed by that encounter. One of the things a listener to these talks will hear is Gil's use of the poems of other poets as a foil for the poetry of Dante. So, in this vein, I am offering a few poems that have been companions in my journey through this past month of May.

The May Magnificat

May is Mary's month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why:
Her feasts follow reason,
Dated due to season-

Candlemas, Lady Day;
But the Lady Month, May,
Why fasten that upon her,
With a feasting in her honour?

Is it only its being brighter
Than the most are must delight her?
Is it opportunest
And flowers finds soonest?

Ask of her, the mighty mother:
Her reply puts this other
Question: What is Spring?-
Growth in every thing-

Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
Grass and greenworld all together;
Star-eyed strawberry-breasted
Throstle above her nested

Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell.

All things rising, all things sizing
Mary sees, sympathising
With that world of good,
Nature's motherhood.

Their magnifying of each its kind
With delight calls to mind
How she did in her stored
Magnify the Lord.

Well but there was more than this:
Spring's universal bliss
Much, had much to say
To offering Mary May.

When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple
Bloom lights the orchard-apple
And thicket and thorp are merry
With silver-surfed cherry

And azuring-over greybell makes
Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes
And magic cuckoocall
Caps, clears, and clinches all-

This ecstasy all through mothering earth
Tells Mary her mirth till Christ's birth
To remember and exultation
In God who was her salvation.

Gerard Manley Hopkins


The Blessed Virgin Compared to the Air We Breathe

Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
That each eyelash or hair
Girdles; goes home betwixt
The fleeciest, frailest-flixed
Snowflake; that ’s fairly mixed
With, riddles, and is rife
In every least thing’s life;
This needful, never spent,
And nursing element;
My more than meat and drink,
My meal at every wink;
This air, which, by life’s law,
My lung must draw and draw
Now but to breathe its praise,
Minds me in many ways
Of her who not only
Gave God’s infinity
Dwindled to infancy
Welcome in womb and breast,
Birth, milk, and all the rest
But mothers each new grace
That does now reach our race—
Mary Immaculate,
Merely a woman, yet
Whose presence, power is
Great as no goddess’s
Was deemèd, dreamèd; who
This one work has to do—
Let all God’s glory through,
God’s glory which would go
Through her and from her flow
Off, and no way but so.

I say that we are wound
With mercy round and round
As if with air: the same
Is Mary, more by name.
She, wild web, wondrous robe,
Mantles the guilty globe,
Since God has let dispense
Her prayers his providence:
Nay, more than almoner,
The sweet alms’ self is her
And men are meant to share
Her life as life does air.
If I have understood,
She holds high motherhood
Towards all our ghostly good
And plays in grace her part
About man’s beating heart,
Laying, like air’s fine flood,
The deathdance in his blood;
Yet no part but what will
Be Christ our Saviour still.
Of her flesh he took flesh:
He does take fresh and fresh,
Though much the mystery how,
Not flesh but spirit now
And makes, O marvellous!
New Nazareths in us,
Where she shall yet conceive
Him, morning, noon, and eve;
New Bethlems, and he born
There, evening, noon, and morn—
Bethlem or Nazareth,
Men here may draw like breath
More Christ and baffle death;
Who, born so, comes to be
New self and nobler me
In each one and each one
More makes, when all is done,
Both God’s and Mary’s Son.
Again, look overhead
How air is azurèd;
O how! nay do but stand
Where you can lift your hand
Skywards: rich, rich it laps
Round the four fingergaps.
Yet such a sapphire-shot,
Charged, steepèd sky will not
Stain light. Yea, mark you this:
It does no prejudice.
The glass-blue days are those
When every colour glows,
Each shape and shadow shows.
Blue be it: this blue heaven
The seven or seven times seven
Hued sunbeam will transmit
Perfect, not alter it.
Or if there does some soft,
On things aloof, aloft,
Bloom breathe, that one breath more
Earth is the fairer for.
Whereas did air not make
This bath of blue and slake
His fire, the sun would shake,
A blear and blinding ball
With blackness bound, and all
The thick stars round him roll
Flashing like flecks of coal,
Quartz-fret, or sparks of salt,
In grimy vasty vault.
So God was god of old:
A mother came to mould
Those limbs like ours which are
What must make our daystar
Much dearer to mankind;
Whose glory bare would blind
Or less would win man’s mind.
Through her we may see him
Made sweeter, not made dim,
And her hand leaves his light
Sifted to suit our sight.
Be thou then, O thou dear
Mother, my atmosphere;
My happier world, wherein
To wend and meet no sin;
Above me, round me lie
Fronting my froward eye
With sweet and scarless sky;
Stir in my ears, speak there
Of God’s love, O live air,
Of patience, penance, prayer:
World-mothering air, air wild,
Wound with thee, in thee isled,
Fold home, fast fold thy child.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

VISITATION

It was still easy for her in the beginning,
only when climbing she would
be aware of her heavy womb, -
and then she stood, breathing,

on the Jewish mountains. But not the land
spread about her, but her fullness; and
while walking she knew: nowhere
was there such fullness as hers.

And she felt compelled to feel with her hand
the womb of hers who was further along.
Toward each other they swayingly stepped
and caressed the dress and the hair.

Each woman was filled with sacred life
and safe and at ease with the relative.
And though the savior was hardly in bloom,
the Baptist in the cousin’s womb
already jumped for joy.

Rainer Maria Rilke

From the Archives: Part 121 of The Self and its Sources

The end of the novel.

While Virginia Woolf was writing “The Waves”, TS Eliot was writing “Ash Wednesday”.