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Snatches from St Ephrem the Syrian

St. Ephrem was a Syrian poet held in such high regard that he is called “The Harp of the Spirit.” His poems are rich in imagry and biblical allusions.

In his approach to Scripture, Ephrem avoids literalism by exploring type and symbol, teasing out the pattern of divine revelation through parallels and binary reversals. He finds types and symbols woven throughout creation.  They point to Christ God’s invitation to share in the divine life He offers. He wrote:

"Wherever you look, God’s symbol is there; wherever you read, there you will find His types. For by Him all creatures were created, and He stamped all His possessions with His symbols when He created the world.” (Hymns of Virginity 20.12)

“If God had not wished to reveal Himself to us there would have been nothing in creation that would be able to say anything at all about Him.” Hymns of Faith (44.7)

“This Jesus has so multiplied His symbols that I have fallen into their many waves.”  (Hymns on Nisibis 39.17)

Here are examp…

Paulo Coehlo Signs with Kindle

Paulo Coelho, whose books I have enjoyed reading in Spanish - delicious! -  is making 17 of his books, including The Alchemist, available in his native Portuguese.  These will be "exclusively for worldwide distribution in Amazon’s Kindle store. It will be the first time any of the editions have been available as e-books, and they will be exclusive to the Kindle store for six months.

V-p of Kindle content Russ Grandinetti said, “Our customers around the world have long been fans of Paulo Coelho’s books. We’re thrilled to work with Mr. Coelho to offer these titles in his native Portuguese in the Kindle Store.” Coelho said, “The great opportunity that Kindle offers to a writer is that it allows readers who are not in their country and do not have access to their local bookstores to immediately access texts in their mother tongue.”

From here.

About Georges Anglade

Georges Anglade was a great bear of a man. If you stood for causes like free speech or the defence of minority cultures, he was a warm, embracing force. If you didn't, he was a formidable opponent equipped with a torrent of rich, terrifying language, a true model of the engaged writer.

He was one of the leading writers produced by the close relationship between Haiti and Canada. He was one of the founders of the University of Quebec in Montreal. But he was also an important player in the evolution of modern Haiti. In many ways, Montreal is one of the two cultural capitals of Haiti, along with Port-au-Prince. And as with the other writers in his situation, Georges's life enriched both Canada and Haiti. He was one of the proofs that Haiti is on the very short list of Canada's closest and richest relationships, often produced by large groups of initially unwilling exiles.

Georges's fiction and non-fiction came out of Haiti, but were marked by Canada. He was particularly k…

Georges Anglade Killed in Haiti Quake

Georges Anglade and his wife Mireille Neptune have been killed in the earth quake in Haiti.

Georges was the founding President of PEN Haïti and a member of the Board of Quebec-PEN, a wonderful writer, a courageous man who had stood up to the enemies of free expression. He had an amazing spirit and enthusiasm which drove him to continue to stand up and speak out for literature and freedom. He was a force of nature. Perhaps that is why I find it difficult to accept that he is now gone. He was a good friend to many of you and I personally felt him as a dear friend, the kind of friend you could always count on.

I will miss him as I know you will.

John Ralston Saul

From here.

Bringing in the New Year

A Song for New Year's Eve

by William Cullen Bryant

Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay—
Stay till the good old year,
So long companion of our way,
Shakes hands, and leaves us here.
Oh stay, oh stay,
One little hour, and then away.

The year, whose hopes were high and strong,
Has now no hopes to wake;
Yet one hour more of jest and song
For his familiar sake.
Oh stay, oh stay,
One mirthful hour, and then away.

The kindly year, his liberal hands
Have lavished all his store.
And shall we turn from where he stands,
Because he gives no more?
Oh stay, oh stay,
One grateful hour, and then away.

Days brightly came and calmly went,
While yet he was our guest;
How cheerfully the week was spent!
How sweet the seventh day's rest!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One golden hour, and then away.

Dear friends were with us, some who sleep
Beneath the coffin-lid:
What pleasant memories we keep
Of all they said and did!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One tender hour, and then away.

Even while we si…