I will always be grateful for what Godard gave us—so many marvelous moments and indelible images. Like countless others, I often borrowed his ideas for my own films (although my characters were more likely to recite from St. John of the Cross than Karl Marx). But after fourteen hours sub...
“Where there is great love,” he says, “there are always miracles. One might almost say that an apparition ishuman vision corrected by divine love.… The Miracles of the Church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near us from afar off...
In the first hours of the new Amerika last Tuesday, the originalPlanet of the Apes(1968) came to mind. Finding a half-buried Statue of Liberty on a deserted beach, space-and-time traveler Charlton Heston realizes he has not landed on some distant planet, but on his own earthly home, wh...
and a man kneeling beside her. And between them there was a little baby, just a few hours old, I’d say. What a place to begin your life!
But in that sweet-smelling dining room with Jesus and his friends, death and decay are held at bay for a few precious hours. Outside, the world is wild and raging, on the verge of murdering the incarnation of Love. But inside, a woman is imaging the peace of heaven at the feet of...
In Year B, Isaiah tells us, “I will greatly rejoice in the Lord; my whole being shall exult in my God; for God has clothed me with the garments of salvation” (Isaiah 61:10), while Mary’s heart pours out the Magnificat’s ode to joy: “My spirit rejoices in God my Savior (Lu...
“Where there is great love,” he says, “there are always miracles. One might almost say that an apparition ishuman vision corrected by divine love.… The Miracles of the Church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near us from afar off...
religious wars. But when, in the first hours after his fall, he hovered in a strangely tranquil state of letting go, death appeared to have a “friendly face.” It seemed no longer a feared stranger or an impersonal nullification, but a companion as near to us on our first day as our...
Midday sun near the Summer Solstice (Eugene, Oregon: June 25, 2011) Bumper to bumper, the days stream past the day-old baked goods store though sometimes a Sunday morning pulls in, driven by some old man who stops in the present for a moment to buy a little bag of yesterdays. But mo...
She thanked me. But the price of my self-definition had been the wall I felt I’d built between us before I ever closed the door. — Sarah Willie I am not African. Africa is in me, but I cannot return…I am not european. Europe lives in me, but I have no home there. I am ...