tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822894759353679437.post2449411387599863977..comments2024-03-01T23:41:02.240-05:00Comments on louie, louie: the monk/poet's journey toward silencebeth cioffolettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09300116274007165612noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822894759353679437.post-7154790092230784622008-12-14T13:54:00.000-05:002008-12-14T13:54:00.000-05:00I believe you about winter, Max the Spoon.I believe you about winter, Max the Spoon.beth cioffolettihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09300116274007165612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822894759353679437.post-45961627293436832642008-12-14T10:12:00.000-05:002008-12-14T10:12:00.000-05:00I didn't know about this writer (Smock) - I'll hav...I didn't know about this writer (Smock) - I'll have to read his book on Merton's poetry. <BR/><BR/>Silence: I was trying very hard to maintain an inward silence at the gas station yesterday morning waiting for the bus: how to do with boom, boom cars pulling up blaring hiphop at you? I ask myself: "what is this doing to his consciousness"? it's like punishment.<BR/><BR/>"O blessed, silent one, who speaks everywhere!"<BR/><BR/>winter is the season of silence/death...the stars stand out in the morning....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com