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the blending heat of compassion

March 4, 2010
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the blending heat of compassion

Let me fall into the broken waves of your absence, twisted in the soft wings of your malignant ships.. as they sail in the frozen crystals that cover my eyelashes.. gently crashing. your memory, rusting the endless tunnels of my mouth.. shaping slow breaths into my dead lungs. i’ve been waiting for a taste; the death of your neglect. a wreckage of sunken ships swallows my dreams, in my desperation i embrace the planet of this silence. when i wake…. i can still taste the fruitless attempt of forgetting. it is our language, familiar, muted, splintered. -eileen garcia

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iconostasis

March 2, 2010
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iconostasis

“It is impossible to spend the coming day in faith if we do not think of it as the last day of our life.” ~ St John Climacus I. A small blob of light in the distance bounces delicately back and forth. It comes slowly into focus, as though you’re just coming to after having passed out: a single sideways candle flame named fiat lux. You sit up and it’s now flickering up and down, marking the path of invisible air currents in the darkness. No smelling salts, just the acrid odor of hide glue gone bad from somewhere in the squalid apartment. There is almost no light: just the candle, a red flashing digital 12:00 in the corner and cracks of sunlight peering through drawn drapes. It’s cold enough to faintly see your breath. He’s still hunched over his workbench, the sole area fully benefiting from the light of the candle. You see some discarded egg shells on the floor and on the bench. His brush slowly glides over the smooth white gessoed surface of the thick mahogany panel, leaving a streak of red terra cotta in its wake, a small sable flagellum threshing blood from solid light. You can see the

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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ the blending heat of compassion

March 1, 2010
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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ the blending heat of compassion

In his book The Traces of God in a Frequently Hostile World, Diogenes Allen tells the story of Iulia de Beausobre. In the early 1930s Iulia was arrested and tortured in Russia during the reign of Stalin when millions were tortured and died. She lived in solitary confinement for three months, and spent three more months in the “Inner,” the worst part of the prison. Most prisoners could only endure this type of interrogation and torture for about six weeks. She lasted six months. She was brutally tortured by “scientists” trying to discover how to make people become pure instruments of the state by erasing their personal will. During her suffering Iulia discovered that there were three possible responses to her tormentors: one, she could fight them and make it a battle of wills. She saw prisoners who fought, and they often did not survive. Two, she could become utterly passive and withdrawn from her tormentors. Prisoners who did this retreated into an inner world for self-preservation, but they too rarely survived. She considered these two responses but felt both made her less human. So she chose a third response. She chose to notice everything

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