"Make no mistake: if He rose at all
it was as His body;
if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the Church will fall.
It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the eleven apostles; it was as His Flesh: ours.
The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that — pierced — died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might new strength to enclose.
Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages: let us walk through the door.
The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache, not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us the wide light of day.
And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck’s quanta, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen spun on a definite loom.
Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty, lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle, and crushed by remonstrance."
— John Updike
"Bugs Bunny is my Muse."
— Billy Collins, Everyday moments, caught in time (TED Talk)

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Billy Collins - Litany

Just found out that he did a TEDTalk. I’m so excited to see it but it hasn’t been uploaded yet.

You guys, this is the greatest poem ever. I’m a little sad I didn’t think to upload it months ago. You should listen to it.

The fat cat on the matmay seem to dreamof nice mice that sufficefor him, or cream;but he free, maybe,walks in thoughtunbowed, proud, where loudroared and foughthis kin, lean and slim,or deep in denin the East feasted on beastsand tender men.The giant lion with ironclaw in paw,and huge ruthless toothin gory jaw;the pard dark-starred,fleet upon feet,that oft soft from aloftleaps upon his meatwhere woods loom in gloom —far now they be,fierce and free,and tamed is he;but fat cat on the matkept as a pethe does not forget.
-“Cat” by J.R.R. Tolkien

The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom —
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.

-“Cat” by J.R.R. Tolkien