Steve Gershom

Catholic, Gay, and Feeling Fine, Thanks

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Japanese fart scrolls prove that human art peaked centuries ago

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I didn’t think I was scared of bats, but it turns out that when a bat is zooming around my living room, even if I’m aghast in admiration of the coolheadedness of this thing — the way it banks around my living room as if were navigating some spacious midnight cave with all the time in the world, while my roommate and I hoot and holler — I really, really don’t want the thing to touch me, not any part of me and especially not my face, so maybe I am scared of bats after all.
http://www.stevegershom.com/2014/07/keep-getting-happier-until-youre-dead/

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A reader calls tattoos “a physical sign of comprehension and solidarity of the untowards aspects of humanity.” Cool, well said. Reminds me of this Cash song.

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"Climbing up the mountain with Mercer; moving slowly up the mountain of the Lord; and, finally, suffering the stupid, mundane slings and arrows of an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. The secret of the mystic is that these things are not other than the stuff of daily life. Body and soul, we are creatures of two worlds, and we exist in both of them at once."— From my friday post, Flesh to Fire

"Climbing up the mountain with Mercer; moving slowly up the mountain of the Lord; and, finally, suffering the stupid, mundane slings and arrows of an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. The secret of the mystic is that these things are not other than the stuff of daily life. Body and soul, we are creatures of two worlds, and we exist in both of them at once."

— From my friday post, Flesh to Fire

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His fire is over you. You are moving slowly up his mountain, the mountain of the Lord. To get to the top you must pass through the heart of God. As you pass through his heart, you become a bonfire, and, together with him, a huge bonfire. You become a bonfire on the top of the mountain.

Many people see it and come to find out what it is. So they climb the mountain too…They see that you are very strange bonfires; transparent ones. You are a bonfire through which they can pass. On the other side the heart of Christ is waiting for them. Having been yourselves scooped up by the hand of God, and having agreed to it by your yes, you have now become a transparent bonfire that leads other men to Christ.

Catherine Doherty, Poustinia, Chapter IX: Confrontation with Evil and Martyrdom

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The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed
He’s praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
Piazza, New York Catcher — Belle & Sebastian — Dear Catastrophe Waitress