A gallant and generous
blogger from the Péri-
gord, La Pouyette, has
framed a Christmas post
from the perspective of
the handsomest way of an-
ticipating its arrival.
Apart from Heraclitus'
perfect perch, of a 4-
posterful of infant sib-
lings, a Christmas story
works best in manifesting
its miracle, in a vacancy
rather than in an author-
ity of prophesy. I think,
"Who knew," is its pitch,
and that only untrumpeted,
is its interlineation in
the incidents of everyday
life, a possibility.
Prophesy didn't cause it,
couldn't define it, can't
help it. Now, there's pow-
wer without force.
I expect to be wrong, but
I still can be glad.
Joonas Paraviainen
Kathmandu, 2012
Merry, Merry Christmas, dear Laurent!
ReplyDeleteAnd all my best wishes for a peaceful end to the year.
Thank you very much indeed for your "blog" friendship!
Simply special for me.
Warmest greetings, Karin
Dear lady, today I thought of you again in a posting citing a beautiful story by William Maxwell, which I very warmly recommend to you, although you may already know it -- not only because it relates a quest for the best of the Périgord, but because of its delectation of the universals. I admire and rely on your way of finding them. :)
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