tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post5890326651755779343..comments2023-11-03T02:26:21.279-07:00Comments on For Keats' Sake!: Terror vs. EmbarrassmentMeredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275790985990503744noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-29155334129976954322009-02-19T12:59:00.000-08:002009-02-19T12:59:00.000-08:00No... He doesn't seem very old on his little pictu...No... He doesn't seem very old on his little picture there.Santiagohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12210745471962977363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-86105802688461175712009-02-16T13:16:00.000-08:002009-02-16T13:16:00.000-08:00No, I hadn't! Have you?No, I hadn't! Have you?Meredithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02275790985990503744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-16590692869919931342009-02-15T18:08:00.000-08:002009-02-15T18:08:00.000-08:00This guy is good. Had you heard of him before?This guy is good. Had you heard of him before?Santiagohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12210745471962977363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-59534645213850875502009-02-10T22:41:00.000-08:002009-02-10T22:41:00.000-08:00Yes, those are both bland at best.And I think, whe...Yes, those are both bland at best.<BR/><BR/>And I think, when I do think of Holy Terror, that the best image I can pull out of my memory is when The Lion reveals himself to Bree and Whin.<BR/><BR/>If it were mere despair then it were indeed wrong, and if it utterly repelled one from God then he would know his own condemnation; but if it's the sort of terror that blends of itself with thrill and joy---! And I think I have sometimes come near to such a terror, though I can't be sure.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-84231711156644232352009-02-09T10:03:00.000-08:002009-02-09T10:03:00.000-08:00Could be. Terror vs. embarrassment is an awfully ...Could be. <BR/><BR/>Terror vs. embarrassment is an awfully tough choice. I'm not much given to either one. But embarrassment makes more boring poetry. The nervous, jokey style drives me up the wall:<BR/><BR/>"A poem titled “The Holy Ghost” begins, “Don’t worry about it.” A poem about heresy includes the lines, “when we’re talking / heresy, I’d like to think I’m siding with the angels.”<BR/><BR/>That sort of thing. Life is just too short.Meredithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02275790985990503744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-82062491723113447902009-02-08T21:45:00.000-08:002009-02-08T21:45:00.000-08:00Consider our(1) long tendency towards apologetics ...Consider our(1) long tendency towards apologetics over the past century, our(2) later Calvinists' question "have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal saviour", our(3) Kinseyesque inability to refuse to act on all temptations (a.k.a. "living out all your fantasies"), our(4) actually having lived through the horror of industrialized warfare countless times: perhaps, because of all these, terror before the Awesome Unmoved Mover, the Beginning And End of all that is, indeed the God Who Is, this terror and its goodness have become a tough sell.<BR/><BR/>Or perhaps that is what we fear.<BR/><BR/>------------------<BR/>(1) in Catholic writing<BR/>(2) in North America, at least<BR/>(3) in Secularized Europe and colonies<BR/>(4) the world as a wholeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com