Inspirational spiritual Poems

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I’ll Be Your Mirror

RUBENS, Pieter Pauwel
Venus at a Mirror
c. 1615
Oil on panel, 124 x 98 cm
Liechtenstein Museum, Vienna

Mirror, you always hang there on your nail

To receive her image in your brightness:

And here my heart waits for her to no avail,

For she never deigns to give it notice.

You (O happy one), blessed with her visits,

Share all her most secret, & worthy wares,

Whereas, blind to my heart, she nonetheless dares

Hear its tears, its complaints, & all the rest.

Any lady may be contained in you,

But into her, nobody else may step.

— Maurice Sceve/Translated by Richard Sieburth

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Special Offer 8

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Noumenon

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It’s my birthday!

Gettin’ old
Gettin’ grey
Gettin’ ripped off
Under-paid
Sellin’ books
Second hand
That’s how it goes
— AC/DC (sort of)

art by anevacuation

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2005 Boilermaker 63

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You’ve Forgotten 2

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You’ve Forgotten 1

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Misery Bay, Steve Hamilton, Minotaur, $24.99.

Mystery fans like to kvetch when an author takes a break from a beloved series in order to write a stand alone. At our signing for The Lock Artist, his fans practically wouldn’t let him out of the store until he promised that his next book would be an Alex McKnight.

But the fact is that there are many upsides to stand alones. One, of course, is the possibility that the book in question is an instant classic that, say, wins the Edgar award for best mystery novel of the year. (To put it in sports terms, Steve has now won the equivalent of Rookie of the Year and MVP.) Another is that writers are often able to return to their beloved series refreshed after a stand alone, gaining a new focus and perspective after stepping away for a while.

And make no mistake about it, Misery Bay is another great outing for Alex. Hamilton has been able to keep the series fresh by fleshing out his minor characters, shining a spotlight on those who previously played cameo roles.

Alex unlikely co-star in this installment is his long time antagonist Roy Maven, the Chief of Police of Sault Saint Marie. Maven comes into Paradise’s Glasgow Inn with unusual if inconsistent humility – one of his former colleagues in the Michigan State Police has asked for his help in unraveling the mystery of his son’s suicide, and, like it or not, McKnight is the only P.I. he knows. At first nothing is conclusive except a troubling pattern that reveals the suicides of other policeman’s children. The Chief himself is a father and soon he and Alex are racing around Michigan trying to save innocent lives and snare an elusive killer.

All the elements that have made this series so outstanding are here, with narrator Alex’s wry, winning voice, the setting of rustic Paradise, colorful regulars like innkeeper Jackie and gumshoe maudit Leon. But to me the best part of Misery Bay is the development of the character of Chief Maven. In the past more of a comic foil, he here becomes humanized as a father, cop and ultimately, pretty darn close to a friend of Alex.

But yes, this one was well worth the wait for mystery fans, because Misery Bay brings us back to Paradise, and I mean that in every sense of the world.

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The Remorse of Orestes or Orestes Pursued by the Furies

 a 1862 oil on canvas painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905), dimensions 227 cm x 278 cm, located in Chrysler Collection, Norfolk, Virginia

At divers times, days, months, hours at a spell,

Hour into moment, moment without close,

Within my Soul, O Lady you dwell,

Home to all this incongrous repose.

For here you live, all my days, & nights,

Spared annoyance at the slightest scene:

And here I die in such riotous reveries

That my satisfaction is quite entire,

Even if I cannot restrain those Furies

Unleashed by my white-hot desire.

— Maurice Sceve/Translated by Richard Sieburth

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