Dante's Tomb

As promised, here are some pictures of Dante's tomb in Ravenna. I finally managed to upload these now that I'm on a different computer. (We evacuated to my grandparents' house after a huge storm hit our area and left us without power or heat. news story )

The tomb.

Me with Dante.

The Pinecone

Yes, Meredith, it's true.

This is me with a pinecone in Ravenna. It was just sitting outside the church, on this pillar, with palmettos all around it.

Where did the idea of Catholics worshiping pinecones come from anyway?

from The Imitation of Christ

by Thomas a Kempis

On the Advantage of Not Having Everything Our Own Way

It is good that everything is not always to our liking; for adversity makes people look into their hearts in order to realize that they are exiles and must not put their hopes in any wordly thing.

It is good for us to run into opposition and have others think badly of us, even when our intentions are good. For these things help us to be humble and rid us of pride. Then we seek God more earnestly, Who alone knows our inmost self, when outwardly we are ignored and discredited by others.

2. Therefore, people should rely so entirely on God that they have no need to look for human consolations when adversity comes. When people of good disposition are afflicted or tempted or distracted by evil thoughts, then they understand the need they have of God and that without Him they can do nothing.

Then too they grieve, while they sigh and pray because of the miseries they endure. They grow weary of this life and long for death in order to be with Christ, their Lord. It will also be clear to them that there is neither perfect peace nor security in this world.

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Advent is a good time for a little spiritual reading, and I have been enjoying The Imitation of Christ, which I got in Rome. Thomas a Kempis is a hard teacher, though. He might be better for someone in religious life. He says you should be detached from everything, speak no unnecessary words, avoid spending time with young or foolish people, and so forth, while I think that since my vocation is to be in the world, some of that advice might be a bad idea if I were to follow it. If I did half of what he suggests, I'd be much holier. If I did all of it, I might be Jansenist. Still, I would advise the book because it reminds me of my many shortcomings.

He's certainly spot-on in this chapter. I've often found that the only time I lose something I valued is when it is more important to me than God. It happens again and again: God gives me something, an object, a situation, a task, and I accept it because He gave it to me. Then I love it because it is God's will. Then I love it for itself. Then I start to focus on it and forget the One Who gave it to me. The next thing I know, it's gone because earthly things do go, and God is looking at me and asking, "Why are you so distressed? You didn't lose Me, the one thing you said was most important to you."

And that's when I have to learn that nothing is of any value apart from Him. I guess only adversity can teach me that.

On first looking into Chapman's Homer

by John Keats


Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

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This Petrarchan sonnet shows how important the task of the translator can be. There are so many "realms of gold" quite untravellable to the English speaker without a translation. Furthermore, the translation has to be a good one, like Chapman's seems to have been: "loud and bold." The good translator transmits the tone of the original and not just the facts, so that the reader does not simply know the story, but actually travels in the realm of the story.

The pictures is of a "realm of gold" I travelled: Ravenna. I had expected a few more echoes of its Byzantine past than I found. Unfortunately, you have to pay to get to see any of the mosaics -- nearly all the churches with Byzantine art cost to get in, and I was too cheap to try it. But there was plenty of gold in the gingko trees, which God never asked payment for.

I also saw Dante's tomb. (Blogger refuses to upload the pictures. I will just have to post them later. Sorry.)

Dante died in Ravenna, exiled from Florence. Once he was dead the Florentines wanted his body, but Ravenna refused, on the reasonable grounds that they hadn't wanted him living, so they certainly weren't going to get the glory from him dead. The fight over his body lasted centuries. Finally the Florentines got the Pope on their side. He ordered Ravenna to surrender the body. Reluctantly, the Ravennese opened the sarcophagus, only to find that Dante wasn't inside! A Ravenna patriot had stolen and hidden the poet's remains. They were finally returned in the 19th century, and have stayed in Ravenna ever since.

Links

I've finally had time to browse a bit through the blogsphere. A while ago Meredith wrote a post on triolets which everyone who enjoyed the triolet contest should read. Apparently many people wrote triolets besides Chesterton, I just never came across them myself.

Also, she linked to a fascinating site written in the persona of Chaucer, which, although sometimes quite inappropriate (as Chaucer was in life), is quite funny-bone tickling with its use of Middle English. The review of the recent movie Serpentes on a Shippe made me laugh enough for my mother to hear upstairs.

I'm working on some more posts, but I have to sort through an awful lot of pictures. It seemed at the time that I'd taken a lot, but now I see that a lot of them would only be interesting to me. But don't worry, I'll get some up, and maybe some poems soon too.

Prayers needed

I need to ask all my friends on the blogsphere to pray for a quick intention. Tomorrow we are all supposed to be coming back from Rome. Today my friend had her wallet stolen on a crowded bus, and her passport was in it. The embassy can replace it, but not today, which means she'll have to get her flight changed. That might be difficult to do, because one can't always get an international flight in a hurry. So far things have been difficult. So pray that she gets home safe, sometime soon!

Thank you all, and wish us all a safe trip. Once I'm home I'll get to some serious picture posting.

The Pope and I

For all who wanted pictures of what I'm doing . . . here's what I'm doing. Chris's hand is in the way, but that's me anyway! I love B16.

Pictures of me

In response to popular request:

Me by Rocca Maggiore in Assisi.

La Bocca della Verità, the Mouth of Truth. You stick your hand in, and if you have an insincere heart the mouth bites it off. I still have two hands!

Me at the Benedictine monastery in Subiaco. Matt is in the background.

Me with Coriel and Charlemagne in Subiaco. John was there too, but he was holding the camera.

There: happy? That's all I have, for the present.

So long then: I'm going to Ireland this weekend!

The Best Artist

My trip through Assisi, Siena, and Florence convinced me of one thing, if nothing else: while man's art is good, no one can outdo God. So, a lot of nature pictures for you.

Sunset over the Arno, in Florence.

View from Assisi.

Views from La Rocca, the fortress above Assisi.

Church ceilings

Every time I enter a cathedral, I find myself just wandering around with my head tipped up, staring at the ceiling. These pictures, I think, excuse me.

Ceiling of St. Peter's

Ceiling of the Duomo (S. Maria di Fiori) in Florence

Ceiling of St. Mary Major

Ceiling of S. Prassede

Ceiling of S. Pudenziana

Talk about uplifting the soul to God.