If I ever go back to Baltimore,The City of Maryland,I shall miss again as I missed beforeA thousand things of the world in store,The story standing in every doorThat beckons on every hand. I shall not know where the bonds were riven,And a hundred faiths set free,Where a wandering cavalier had givenHer hundredth name to […]
If I ever go back to Baltimore,The City of Maryland,I shall miss again as I missed beforeA thousand things of the world in store,The story standing in every doorThat beckons on every hand. I shall not know where the bonds were riven,And a hundred faiths set free,Where a wandering cavalier had givenHer hundredth name to […]
If the stars fell; night’s nameless dreamsOf bliss and blasphemy came true,If skies were green and snow were gold,And you loved me as I love you; O long light hands and curled brown hair,And eyes where sits a naked soul;Dare I even then draw near and burnMy fingers in the aureole? Yes, in the one […]
“Orthodoxy” ends with Chesterton delving deep into the divine comedy at the heart of all things. If angels can fly because they take themselves lightly, does God take Himself lightly? In a recent essay, I wrote about truth and masks in the world and works of Oscar Wilde. As a follow-up, I’d like to focus […]
Russell Kirk was aware that others had also claimed the mantle of humanism, but in the name of secularism. The revival of Christian humanism in our time is spurred by the need to respond to the rise of this popular secular humanism and its half-truths. During a dinner conversation with Russell and Annette Kirk in […]
Fr. Ian Boyd was one of the most beautiful representatives of that culture that goes by the name of “conservatism.” His name will forever remain linked to that of G.K. Chesterton, and especially to “The Chesterton Review.” The founder of The Chesterton Review, emblem of a conservatism we miss, passed away at 88. Fr. Ian […]
“I studied that girl, Joan of Arc, for twelve years,” Mark Twain said, “and it never seemed to me that the artists and the writers gave us a true picture of her. They drew a picture of a peasant. But they always missed the face—the divine soul, the pure character, the supreme woman, the wonderful […]
The question I should like at least to open is whether G.K. Chesterton had not both the deeper and greater mysticism, a mysticism closer to that of the saints, and a message far more valuable for the millions whose place is on the plains of daily effort and not on the mountains of asceticism and […]
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