Quote 28 Jul
So much he profits in divinity,
The fruitful plot of scholarism grac’d,
That shortly he was grac’d with Doctor’s name,
Excelling all and sweetly can dispute
In th’ heavenly matters of theology;
Till swoln with cunning, of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, heavens conspir’d his over-throw;
For, falling to a devilish exercise,
And glutted now with learning’s golden gifts,
He surfeits upon cursed necromancy;
Nothing so sweet as magic is to him,
Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss:
And this the man that in his study sits.
— Christopher Marlowe, The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus, Act 1, prologue, 15-28
Quote 14 Jul
yatnena likhitaṃ granthaṃ
yaś corayati mūḍha-dhīḥ
mātā ca śūkarī tasya
pitā tasya ca gardabhaḥ

The obtuse person who steals this book
which I have copied with great care
—his mother is a sow
and his father is an ass!
— Verse by a scribe, found at the end of a manuscript of Rūpa Kavirāja’s Sāra-saṅgraha. Cited on page 224 of Krishnagopal Goswami’s 1949 edition.
Quote 14 Jul
It was said of one of the elders that he persevered in a fast of seventy weeks, eating only once a week. The elder ask God to reveal to him the meaning of a certain Scripture text, and God would not reveal it to him. So he said to himself: Look at all the work I have done without getting anywhere! I will go to one of the brothers and ask him. When he had gone out and closed the door and was starting on his way an angel of the Lord was sent to him, saying: The seventy weeks you fasted did not bring you any closer to God, but now that you have humbled yourself and set out to ask your brother, I am sent to reveal the meaning of that text. And opening to him the meaning which he sought, he went away.
— Quoted in Thomas Merton, The Wisdom of the Desert (via ayjay)
Photo 24 Jun Federico Barocci, St Dominic receiving the Rosary (oil sketch, Ashmolean)

Federico Barocci, St Dominic receiving the Rosary (oil sketch, Ashmolean)

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Photo 14 May ayjay:

Léonard Misonne, Trees, 1923


Léonard Misonne, Trees, 1923

Photo 13 May source
Photo 7 May The Temptation of Saint Anthony by Michelangelo.
Link 6 May Nairn Across Britain»

Join the unimitable architectural critic Ian Nairn on his journey across Britain (originally aired in 1972).

Part 2 & Part 3.

Photo 29 Apr
Quote 14 Apr
yeṣāṃ saṃsmaraṇād bhavec ca vimalā śrī-gauracandre ratir
gaurānanyā-gatīn jagaj-jana-gatīn tān gaura-dāsān numaḥ

Nityānanda, Gadādhara, Narahari, Śrīvāsa, and Vakreśvara, Dāmodara, Svarūpa, Haridāsa, Advaita, Rāma, and the others— may my love for Śrī Gauracandra become pure by remembering these. I bow down to these servants of Gaura. They have no refuge other than Gaura. They are the refuge of the people of the world.
— From the Kṛpā-kaṇikā commentary on the Ārya-śataka (which is attributed to Kavikarṇapūra)
Photo 8 Apr A rukh carrying off elephants is attacked by a phoenix.  (Source)

A rukh carrying off elephants is attacked by a phoenix. (Source)

Photo 28 Mar Caitanya Vaisnava Philosophy, edited by Ravi M. Gupta (and including a chapter I wrote) is released today. Get your copies here! 

Caitanya Vaisnava Philosophy, edited by Ravi M. Gupta (and including a chapter I wrote) is released today. Get your copies here

Quote 25 Mar

Many years ago for the sake of the kingdom of heaven I cut myself off from home, parents, sister, relations, and, what was harder, from the dainty food to which I had been used. But even when I was on my way to Jerusalem to fight the good fight there, I could not bring myself to forgo the library which with great care and labour I had got together at Rome. And so, miserable man that I was, I would fast, only to read Cicero afterwards. I would spend long nights in vigil, I would shed bitter tears called from my inmost heart by the remembrance of my past sins; and then I would take up Plautus again. Whenever I returned to my right senses and began to read the prophets, their language seemed harsh and barbarous. With my blind eyes I could not see the light: but I attributed the fault not to my eyes but to the sun. While the old serpent was thus mocking me, about the middle of Lent a fever attacked my weakened body and spread through my inmost veins. It may sound incredible, but the ravages it wrought on my unhappy frame were so persistent that at last my bones scarcely held together.

Meantime preparations were made for my funeral: my whole body grew gradually cold, and life’s vital warmth only lingered faintly in my poor throbbing breast. Suddenly I was caught up in the spirit and dragged before the Judge’s judgment seat: and here the light was so dazzling, and the brightness shining from those who stood around so radiant, that I flung myself upon the ground and did not dare to look up. I was asked to state my condition and replied that I was a Christian. But He who pre-sided said: “Thou liest; thou art a Ciceronian, not a Christian. ‘For where thy treasure is there will thy heart be also.’” Straightway I became dumb, and amid the strokes of the whip — for He had ordered me to be scourged — I was even more bitterly tortured by the fire of conscience, considering with myself the verse: “In the grave who shall give thee thanks?” Yet for all that I began to cry out and to bewail myself, saying: “Have mercy upon me, O Lord, have mercy upon me”: and even amid the noise of the lash my voice made itself heard. At last the bystanders fell at the knees of Him who presided, and prayed Him to pardon my youth and give me opportunity to repent of my error, on the understanding that the extreme torture should be inflicted on me if ever I read again the works of Gentile authors. In the stress of that dread hour I should have been willing to make even larger promises, and taking oath I called upon His name: ‘O Lord, if ever again I possess worldly books or read them, I have denied thee.’

— St. Jerome, Letter XXII (to Eustochium, AD 384). Translated by F. A. Wright (p. 125-129)
Photo 24 Mar Source

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