Sure Robert, I know James. Two or three "drive as far as you can sees" away. Small world. We are both sculptors, though I have made as much of a career from being unknown as he has being known. I'll say hi for you next time I see him, which isn't often though.
You must have a remarkable memory to be able to quote like that. Yes, that was concrete. I had in mind his poem "The Canticle Of The Rose." We break in to hear him as he speaks, about transgressions,
And hence [they] complete you--one and by one, as you stand free, the function of your faults forces the surging shape of your perfection.
You tread them down like shards beneath your feet, or mount upon them like tall steps to the divine,
Or laugh across them, seeing their useful uselessness in the august magesty of Christ,
Who came in their delinquence, their work of emptiness, to forge them in the long majestic function,
And hang them gleaming on the breast of God, deft talismen, the singular medals of divine reprieve.
Brooked of that unrestrainable volition of respose clearly they are transformed upon the crest of your determination,
And are exalted, as saints' sins only serve to seal their sheer intrinsic locus of perfection,
Annul themselves against the telling truth by which your virtue lives transcendet
Which makes you free, true to that searing shaping work within the awesomeness that is your soul.
and so on, it is a long poem. I don't know much about poetry, but would love to articulate such things as clearly as he, not to mention even having the insight.
Dry here, not much rain, but spring has been cool and the pastures are high.
Nice meeting you, Later, Ted
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