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Pious and Overly Devotional does not begin to describe the good St. Philip, whose feast day was observed earlier this week, on May 26. Fr Sibley writes:
Because of the fact that St. Philip would often go into ecstasy and begin to levitate while celebrating the Holy Mass he would often have to rush through the mass grasping on to the altar to anchor himself in order to not draw too much undue attention to himself while he was offering mass. Many times to avoid this totally and to truly enter into the mystical experiences he would often say mass in a private chapel at the Chiesa Nuova. Since his mass would often last several hours, his acolyte would sit outside of the chapel door and St. Philip would ring a bell to let him know that his services were needed. One day the bell rang, and entered to find marks of St. Philip’s teeth embedded into the silver of the chalice with which he was celebrating mass. It seems that while he was speaking over the chalice, saying the words of consecration, he went into a deep ecstasy and forcefully bit the metal lip of the chalice leaving a set of teeth marks. The chalice with the teeth marks is still able to be viewed today in that same chapel.
An erotic portrait of Gustav Mahler's wife is at the heart of a contentious ownership dispute involving Boston's Museum of Fine Arts. Two Nudes (Lovers) by Oskar Kokoschka is a self-portrait with the composer's wife, Alma Mahler, with whom the artist had an affair. Alma also was married to the Bauhaus School architect Walter Gropius and to the writer Franz Werfel, author of Song of Bernadette.
Her free-spirited ways inspired a song by Tom Lehrer, who noted Alma "had, in her lifetime, managed to acquire as lovers practically all of the top creative men in central Europe," and thus, "her story…was the stuff of which ballads should be made":
The loveliest girl in Vienna Was Alma, the smartest as well. Once you picked her up on your antenna, You'd never be free of her spell.
Her lovers were many and varied From the day she began her - beguine. There were three famous ones whom she married, And God knows how many between.
And that is the story of Alma, Who knew how to receive and to give. The body that reached her embalma Was one that had known how to live.
ST. STEPHEN'S CHURCH (S.E. 41st & Salmon, between Belmont & Hawthorne, Portland, Ore.) is the official home of Cantores in Ecclesia. A fine church with a wonderful Pastor, Fr. Petrus Binh Hoang, St. Stephen’s has welcomed the choir with open arms and we are most grateful Of particular interest to friends who have not yet visited St. Stephen's is the spectacular acoustic of the church, supporting and enhancing the Gregorian and polyphonic music sung each Saturday evening.
All we need now is a viable congregation. Since Cantores in Ecclesia is dependent for its survival on shared collections taken at the 7:30 Latin Vigil Mass, we urgently need your support. Realizing it is not practical for everyone on our mailing list to attend weekly, it is our hope that many of supporters and benefactors will be free to come at least once a month. With better attendance, and God’s grace, we hope to continue singing the Latin liturgy there for many years to come.
Here is the upcoming schedule:
Saturday, May 24 at 7:30 P.M. SOLEMN LATIN MASS CORPUS CHRISTI Byrd Proper from Gradualia (1605) Gregorian Missa ‘Cum jubilo’ Gregorian Chant Proper ST. STEPHEN'S CHURCH 1112 S.E. 41st Avenue Portland, Oregon Fr. Robert Palladino, Celebrant
Sunday, May 25 at 11:00 A.M. DOMINICAN MISSA CANTATA CORPUS CHRISTI SUNDAY HOLY ROSARY CHURCH N.E. 3rd & Clackamas Portland, Oregon Fr. Anthony Patalano, Celebrant
Saturday, May 31 at 7:30 P.M. SOLEMN LATIN MASS HEBDOMADA IX ST. STEPHEN'S CHURCH 1112 S.E. 41st Avenue Portland, Oregon Fr. Robert Palladino, Celebrant
Saturday, June 7 at 7:30 P.M. SOLEMN LATIN MASS HEBDOMADA X ST. STEPHEN'S CHURCH 1112 S.E. 41st Avenue Portland, Oregon Fr. Robert Palladino, Celebrant
Saturday, June 14 at 7:30 P.M. SOLEMN LATIN MASS HEBDOMADA XI ST. STEPHEN'S CHURCH 1112 S.E. 41st Avenue Portland, Oregon Fr. Edmond Bliven, Celebrant #
i met a toad the other day by the name of warty bliggens he was sitting under a toadstool feeling contented he explained that when the cosmos was created that toadstool was especially planned for his personal shelter from sun and rain thought out and prepared for him
do not tell me said warty bliggens that there is not a purpose in the universe the thought is blasphemy a little more conversation revealed that warty bliggens considers himself to be the center of the same universe the earth exists to grow toadstools for him to sit under the sun to give him light by day and the moon and wheeling constellations to make beautiful the night for the sake of warty bliggens
to what act of yours do you impute this interest on the part of the creator of the universe i asked him why is it that you are so greatly favored
ask rather said warty bliggens what the universe has done to deserve me if i were a human being i would not laugh too complacently at poor warty bliggens for similar absurdities have only too often lodged in the crinkles of the human cerebrum
There was Jonas, the slot man, a dour veteran who sat inside the horseshoe and handed us the stories when the city editor was done. Three of us, the rim men, copy-edited and toiled over headlines. If a head sagged rather than sang, Jonas would growl, thrusting it back for another try. If it was OK, he'd just grunt. Then he'd lift his chin to bark: "Send that mother down!"
There was Chuck, the bespectacled wire editor, who used his metal ruler to tear stories off the endless sheet that stuttered from the Associated Press machine. Turning to come back to his desk, the world's news ribboning out behind him, he'd whack the fire extinguisher with the ruler. Clang! We'd jump in our seats as Chuck sang out, "Ring of truth! Ring of truth!"
And there was Jack, the assistant city editor, collar unbuttoned, necktie askew, belly swollen at his cluttered desk like a mountain looming over a village of scrap paper. I think his job was to finalize page make-up and send the dummies over to composing. Jack hummed as he worked, but every once in a while, apropos of nothing, he'd look up, pause, and say, "But, in a larger sense." A fragment from the Gettysburg Address. Sometimes he'd continue: ". . . we can not dedicate--we can not consecrate--we can not hallow . . . .," and then stop. Usually, though, he'd flourish just the one phrase, "But in a larger sense," then go back to humming.
The Roman Catholic Boys for Art (Ivy League Division) hope it is not too late to raise a walrus-tusk-stirred toast of New England rum to Dartmouth's hidden Hovey Murals.
The Indian princesses evoke the Police Gazette as much as Pocahontas.
It is perhaps not too surprising they were eventually draped. But the Dartmouth Review has made the murals' restoration a cause.
Then there's the matter of the Hovey murals. Painted in the 1930's, they're illustrations of ''Eleazar Wheelock,'' a song by Richard Hovey, class of 1885: Oh, Eleazar Wheelock was a very pious man, He went into the wilderness to teach the Indian, With a Gradus ad Parnassum, a Bible, and a drum, And five hundred gallons of New England rum.
The style of the murals resembles Maxfield Parrish's illustration of ''Old King Cole'' for the bar at the St. Regis. All the remarkably similar Indian maidens are sweetly pretty and wide-eyed. They are wearing, at most, tattered wisps of loincloths. One brave is a perfectly muscled Frank Merriwell, with a large D on his chest. The others are slightly sinister, including the one about to lap up the overflowing rum at Eleazar's feet.
In any case, with Eleazar Wheelock; the Sachem of the Wah-hoo-wahs; and St. Tammany, we say, fill the bowl up!
"Immortal Tammany of Indian race, Great in the field, and foremost in the chase! no puny saint was he with fasting pale; He climbed the mountain, and he swept the vale, Rushed through the torrent with unequaled might; Caught the swift boar, and swifter deer with ease, And worked a thousand miracles like these, To public views he added private ends, And loved his country most, and next his friends, With courage long he strove to ward the blow (Courage, we all respect, even in a foe), And when each effort he in vain had tried, Kindled the flame in which he bravely died, To Tammany, let the full horn go round, His fame let every honest tongue resound, with him let every gen'rous patriot vie, To live in freedom, or with honor die."
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