Kunst & Architectuur

IMAGE Issue 98

Now one of the leading literary journals published in English, IMAGE is read all over the world—and forms the nexus of a warm and active community. The publication seeks out and brings to its readers work of high artistic quality that engages with the historic faith traditions on a profound level, without easy answers or false uplift, and with a serious respect for beauty and truth.

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18 min.
alphabetic art

I HAVE WRITTEN THIS TALK as a partial alphabet: it starts with A (for art) and goes through T (for telling truths). For alphabetic languages, the alphabet comprises all that can be said—or rather, all that can be said is said with the alphabet. An abecedary is analogous: it comprises bits that can be meaningfully combined in many ways, just as letters themselves can be. The alphabet, like art, is deeply limited and permits everything. Art What does it mean to pursue art that is truthful—art that tells truths? I have to admit, I struggled with this theme over the last few weeks. There were days when the task of putting together my thoughts about art and truth seemed quaint—an evasion of some more basic conversation the world needs to be having about truth…

21 min.
it is possible to give a vulture too large a task

Regarding the vulture (karkas) it says that even from his highest flight, he sees when flesh the size of a fist is on the ground, and the scent of musk is created under his wing so that if in devouring dead matter, the stench of the dead matter comes out from it, he puts his head back under the wing and is comfortable again. —Bundahishn (Zoroastrian text) DR. MACKLIN DOESN’T KNOW how to eat a mango. “Like this,” I say. With a scalpel I cut a waffle pattern into the mango’s flesh and press to make bite-sized chunks protrude. Dr. Macklin says, “That’s easy.” “Yes,” I say, but it takes practice to master. He’ll find that out. Before we moved to Omaha from London, my incisors stuck out, and I nibbled on everything until running…

1 min.
reading dan beachy-quick, wonderful investigations

The relation of a poem to time is as follows:a narrative poem travels along a streamcreating white rufflesof water behind itswimming over rocks it arrives at the ocean and dies A lyric poem unlocks a door in the streamtaking a deep breath it walks through the doorinto a big square lobby in the skywhere Time Present greets it smiling radiantlyefficient hostess that she is Time Present reassures the lyric poemyou are back home now in eternitynothing to fear so take it easy my dearTime Past won’t hurt you anymore he can’t get inwould you like to order something at the bar Traveling the stream’s white rapidsor glancing around at eternity’scloud castles aloft in all that bluethe poem speaks its mindAnd as soon as a thing is said it becomes trueif it is a poem if…

1 min.

In the ShiningBook it says Moses existedbefore he existed at first abovein the spirit worldand then among uslike a light child of the Blessed Holy Onewho is a man of war and child of the Blessed Holy Onethe glamorous moon divine mother and lover,this, this—light that had to be hidden coupling with himin both worlds what did you see, Moses my teacherin your descent from there helpless as you werelike us then were there animalson the cave walls did you see the lionsdid you see the bull The Shining Book says you sawthe world being created fresh every dayfor forty days and it was too muchand you couldn’t stand it you broke the tabletsyou covered your face you came downfrom the mountain but the lightstill streamed out and was too muchand frightened us all maybe it was lightsome thought it was horns…

1 min.
naming the thirst

When we are bornthirst makes us cry thirst surges through our arterieswhen the hormones hit when we start to witherour thirst necessarily increases for the tongue of touchthe dictionary of rain we remember we were once lovedlove kept us alive Then every facewas like the face of God each blackberry in the bucketsweet to the taste we were swifter than eaglesstronger than lions when was thisit was in our dream and when we wakeall gone but the thirst now we pause to watchsparrows competing in a puddle now we peer into a strollerat a months-old face now we reach for somethingto give the homeless man it is not that we are lovedwe are sparrows and babies and beggarswe must drink our thirst…

1 min.
we all came from somewhere else

Americans are almost conscious of this factoften we shut consciousness downlike closing a shop, pulling down the iron gratelike putting up the keep-out signs What I mean by somewhere else issome other continentfrom which we traveled by boat or jetor desperate rail or bleeding feet And what I mean by somewhere else is alsowhere the beloved touched mebefore I was born the belovedtouched me and let me go Read our web interview with Alicia Ostriker www.imagejournal.org/article/interview-with-alicia-ostriker…