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Haste to me, Lord, when this fool-heart of mine

Begins to gnaw itself with selfish craving; Or, like a foul thing scarcely worth the saving, Swoln up with wrath, desireth vengeance fine. Haste, Lord, to help, when reason favours wrong; Haste when thy soul, the high-born thing divine, Is torn by passion’s raving, maniac throng. GM

The Fall of the Magician

(click to enlarge) Here is the sequel to the previous scene (St James and the Magician Hermogenes). The reversal has taken place, as indicated by the Latin caption: “God granted the Saint’s prayer that the magician should be torn apart by the demons”. His fall is in full swing now. Recognizably the same as in

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We make, but thou art the creating core.

Whatever thing I dream, invent or feel, Thou art the heart of it, the atmosphere. Thou art inside all love man ever bore; Yea, the love itself, whatever thing be dear. Man calls his dog. he follows at his heel, Because thou first art love, self caused, essential, mere. GM

St James and the Magician Hermogenes

This series is in 2 parts. I will include the first one today. The story behind this print is that the Jews had hired a magician named Hermogenes to thwart St. James (son of Zebedee). There are various versions of the story, in one the assistant of Hermogenes is converted, in another Hermogenes himself accepts

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The Way Of The Soul or In Memoriam

I have not been a great fan of poetry, for the simple reason I did not find a lot of poetry that I liked. These days that is changing. I have, for the first time, been working my way through Tennyson’s In Memoriam, and it really is something I would highly recommend. Good poetry –

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Bruegel Hope

(click to enlarge) Dated 1559, Hope stands on a large anchor on a raging “sea of troubles”. She holds in one hand a spade, in the other a scythe; a tall beehive serves as her headgear. These are tools used by men whose work is especially subject to risk, and whose hearts are filled with

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All winged things come from water first;

Airward still many a one from water springs In dens and caves wind loving things are nursed: I lie like unhatched bird, upfolded, dumb, While all the air is trembling with the hum Of songs, and beating hearts, and whirring wings, That call my slumbering life to wake to happy things. GM

Brueghel Prudence

Please click the above image for a larger version…. The original drawing, in the Royal Museum, Brussels, is signed “Brueghel” and dated 1559. This is probably one of the earliest finished Virtues drawings, as it is one of only 7 that included an H in his signature. Prudence was not to be understood as merely

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they’re heeeere

the colors that is – get away from your cubicle, computer, desk, office, sofa whatever – and take them in – they don’t stay very long.

New Song! hear the drum