Corpus Christi: A Play by Terrence McNally
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Corpus Christi: A Play by Terrence McNally
The Hunger Artists, Maud Ellmann
Catherine Pierce
The truth is I believe in a God that died just as we dieāalone, bereft, once and for allāand I believe in a God that broke free from that static tragedy and thereby transformed forever what we understand death to be and what we understand life to be. I believe we do in fact each create the God we serve, and I believe that underlying all of those creations is a singular being that is available and indivisible and constant for all of us. I believe that you and I have come to Christianity simply because it was the religion in which we were raised, and I believe that we are Christians because it is our fate. (How I love Paul Ricoeur's definition of faith: chance raised to the level of a destiny by virtue of a constant choice.) I believe there is no one truth, and yet we must wager everything on the one that claims us.
Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian
Throwing Yourself Into the Dark: A Conversation with Anne Carson, Paris Review
I wouldn't even be a religious person were it not for poetry, which has not only repeatedly brought me into contact with an other, but has seemed to demand something of me in its wakeāvery like Teresa's visions. But poetry remains perpetually open. God moves through art but doesn't get stuck there. I sometimes think he gets stuck in theologyāfixed, frozen, and therefore inevitably falsified.
Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian
girl in a joan of arc way boy in a saint sebastian way
Victo Ngai (Hong Kong/American, b.1988), The Day, 2012
When u hear your friend john talking shit about someone but youāre in church so you tell him to tone it down:
"At the center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth, a point or spark which belongs entirely to God, which is never at our disposal, from which God disposes of our lives, which is inaccessible to the fantasies of our own mind or the brutalities of our own will. This little point of nothingness and of absolute poverty is the pure glory of God in us. It is so to speak His name written in us, as our poverty, as our indigence, as our dependence, as our sonship. It is like a pure diamond, blazing with the invisible light of heaven. It is in everybody, and if we could see it we would see these billions of points of light coming together in the face and blaze of a sun that would make all the darkness and cruelty of life vanish completely. . . . I have no program for this seeing. It is only given. But the gate of heaven is everywhere." -Thomas Merton
āI should be distressed that I drop off to sleep during my prayers and during my thanksgiving after Holy Communion. But I donāt feel at all distressed. I know that children are just as dear to their parents whether they are asleep or awake and I know that doctors put their patients to sleep before they operate. So I just think that God āknows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.'ā
St. Therese of Lisieux
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Some of my favorite art pieces of Joan and her voices. Saint Joan of Arc, patron of the transgender and the crazy, pray for us!
āHeās the only man I can really trust. Heās like a spirit that follows me around ā¦he helps me out in my hours of need and listens to all my problems and never laughs at me. He takes me very seriously,ā
- Marsha P. Johnson (left) on Jesus Christ
"AND GOD CREATED HE AND SHE BUT HE ALSO CREATED ME!" Sylvia Rivera (right), banner emblazoned with a Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (S.T.A.R.) logo, Christopher Street Liberation Day, New York City, June 26, 1983. Photo by Steve Zabel, c/ o @lgbtcenternyc on IG