#malcolm guite

[lartenascosta]

Malcolm Guite

[bwthornton]

#Poetry St. Kevin and the Blackbird Seamus Heaney Malcolm Guite

#Poetry St. Kevin and the Blackbird Seamus Heaney Malcolm Guite

[lowcountry-gothic]

One thing about this kind of literature [Arthurian] is not that it satisfies, but that it reminds us of our dissatisfaction, that it rekindles our sense of longing, and our dissatisfaction with things as they are now.

— Malcolm Guite, Signum Symposia podcast, “The Inklings and King Arthur Roundtable”

[danielkellymusic]

Dindrane calls Solomon’s boat for the grail quest.

[dilettantefish]

Neil Ferguson discusses Tolkien with Malcolm Guite. 8 December 2021.

[technicalgrimoire]

A quick blog post review of some of my favorite Lord of the Rings media.

[fcb4]

Akin to every creature I will learn From each and all the meaning of my birth.

I love the dust to which I will return, The subtle substance of my mother earth,

From water born, by fire fathered forth,

An index and epitome of nature, I sum and summon all the world is worth,

And breathing now His elemental air I find the One within, without, and everywhere.

-Stanza from Malcolm Guite’s poem: Out in the Elements in his book: The Singing Bowl

[fromtheabundance]

“Epiphany at Cana”

by Malcolm Guite

Here’s an epiphany to have and hold, A truth that you can taste upon the tongue, No distant shrines and canopies of gold Or ladders to be clambered rung by rung, But here and now, amidst your daily  living, Where you can taste and touch and feel and see, The spring of love, the fount of all forgiving, Flows when you need it, rich, abundant, free. Better than waters of some outer weeping, That leave you still with all your hidden sin, Here is a vintage richer for the keeping That works its transformation from within. ‘What price?’ you ask me, as we raise the glass, ‘It cost our Saviour everything he has.’

[e-louise-bates]

I am about 18 pages into the introduction of Winters in the World: A Journey through the Anglo-Saxon Year by Eleanor Parker, and am happy to report that not only does she cite references properly (and explains in the preface that some of the translations are her own work and that's why they don't have citations), she has also managed, in 18 pages (of merely the introduction!) to make a better case against the myth of the Dark Ages, without trying to make that exact point but merely as the result of discussing things like calendars and such, than the authors of The Bright Ages did in the entire 3/4 of the book that I read before I finally decided I had better things to do with my life and threw it aside.

[thebirdandhersong]

Am learning not to panic too much about this sort of thing but we shall see how the second date goes :) I didn't scare him off when I talked about the importance of developing a solid theology of the imagination, or what the Christian artist's duty is as a sub-creator, or the role of one's imagination in the formation of morality and compassion, or the significance as a writer of stories and a consumer of story of what it means and looks like to love the Lord with all your imagination (as Malcolm Guite says). So that's something too, I think.

[dramoor]

"The God of love is kneeling at our feet.

Though we betray Him, though it is the night.

He meets us here and loves us into light."

~Excerpt from a poem by Malcolm Guite

(Art: Gethsemane, by Julia Stankova)

[antique-gloom]

A delightful channel I recently found while nursing a cold. If you like Tolkien, Lewis, King Arthur, poetry, pipes and pipe smoking, books, studies, libraries, etc., you may enjoy this channel, too.

[danielkellymusic]

New telling of the Arthurian story by Malcolm Guite coming in 2026!

[105nt]

13 days! A #Poem while we wait for #TheRunningGrave ...

St. Lucy’s day is brief and bright with frost,

In round cupped dew ponds shallow waters freeze,

Delicate fronds and rushes are held fast,

The low sun brings a contrast to the trees

Whose naked branches, dark against the skies

And fringed with glory by the light behind,

In patterns too severe for tired eyes,

Burn their bright beauty on the weary mind.

Saint Lucy’s sun still bathes these abbey walls

And in her garden rose stalks stark and bare

Shine in a frosty light that yet recalls

The glory of the summer roses there.

Though winter night will soon surround us here,

Another Advent comes, Dayspring is near.

Launde Abbey on St. Lucy’s day, by Malcolm Guite

https://x.com/missedith01/status/1701855494665584819?s=20

[lastpoet24]

How I Became a Poet: Malcolm Guite talking with Richard Carter

[churchwow]

Ascension

We saw his light break through the cloud of glory Whilst we were rooted still in time and place As earth became a part of Heaven’s story And heaven opened to his human face. We saw him go and yet we were not parted He took us with him to the heart of things The heart that broke for all the broken-hearted Is whole and Heaven-centred now, and sings, Sings in the strength that rises out of weakness, Sings through the clouds that veil him from our sight, Whilst we our selves become his clouds of witness And sing the waning darkness into light, His light in us, and ours in him concealed, Which all creation waits to see revealed .

Malcolm Guite