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From the Prayer of Saint Ignatius of Loyola (see notes) <> the phrase grabs my eyelids, a forced opening, nay, a denial of closing, our most human and natural escape hatch and I wonder… is it self~slander, or is it the obverse, that explores a desire to enumerate honestly for what is…is… let the costs count us! is that it? merely poetry airy escapery, what passes for  t r u t h  in these dark days? <> the damning costs count me in their number!p as ****** <!> hapless victim of living, pondering ponderous divination of saintly defiant definitions of ‘greater good’ ’tis the difficile, entre the pill and the bitter, oh so bitter the herbs, for it is so plainly & so hard to differentiate, et distinguer mais être distingué(1) distinguish tween but not to be distinguished memories that are costs disguised, reverting as dreams, in the true~alone hours of the twenty four, when it’s just you, & fighter and worthy opponent them costs, who needs no definition tolling the steeple bells of utter anguish, as you're thre greatest living expert in these matters, (le plus personnel) the sins of action and transaction, And the worst, those  truly heinous inactions, face off in opposition in the boxing ring <> and the costs paid, a savage skilled opponent, intimate of your every trickery, the bare knuckled brawler, whose knows, knows! the true tally, the bodies you’ve buried, the children witnesses to your creative abominations, lies you tell no one else, but yourself- every single day! the urge to cease here grows stronger by the second, minutes past and les défenses have risen, what disclosures revelations bring forgiveness? this my spotlight, caught in the headlights, where fessing up is in reverse, fessing down to the black bottom, where ugliness is the normative and vain attempts at denial offers no escapes from glutinous disgusting mess of gelled of nothing but the truth nah, you don’t want to know, what a human can accomplish in a short seven decades of decadence and recount constantly the costs of consternation <> so I‘ll let you retreat to the gray masses all your own where your very owned wonderings are intercepted for where I go now willingly, unfailingly, failing needing not, requiring not no company
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Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 7:17 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
“and (not) to count the costs...”
From the Prayer of Saint Ignatius of Loyola (see notes) <> the phrase grabs my eyelids, a forced opening, nay, a denial of closing, our most human and natural escape hatch and I wonder… is it self~slander, or is it the obverse, that explores a desire to enumerate honestly for what is…is… let the costs count us! is that it? merely poetry airy escapery, what passes for  t r u t h  in these dark days? <> the damning costs count me in their number!p as ****** <!> hapless victim of living, pondering ponderous divination of saintly defiant definitions of ‘greater good’ ’tis the difficile, entre the pill and the bitter, oh so bitter the herbs, for it is so plainly & so hard to differentiate, et distinguer mais être distingué(1) distinguish tween but not to be distinguished memories that are costs disguised, reverting as dreams, in the true~alone hours of the twenty four, when it’s just you, & fighter and worthy opponent them costs, who needs no definition tolling the steeple bells of utter anguish, as you're thre greatest living expert in these matters, (le plus personnel) the sins of action and transaction, And the worst, those  truly heinous inactions, face off in opposition in the boxing ring <> and the costs paid, a savage skilled opponent, intimate of your every trickery, the bare knuckled brawler, whose knows, knows! the true tally, the bodies you’ve buried, the children witnesses to your creative abominations, lies you tell no one else, but yourself- every single day! the urge to cease here grows stronger by the second, minutes past and les défenses have risen, what disclosures revelations bring forgiveness? this my spotlight, caught in the headlights, where fessing up is in reverse, fessing down to the black bottom, where ugliness is the normative and vain attempts at denial offers no escapes from glutinous disgusting mess of gelled of nothing but the truth nah, you don’t want to know, what a human can accomplish in a short seven decades of decadence and recount constantly the costs of consternation <> so I‘ll let you retreat to the gray masses all your own where your very owned wonderings are intercepted for where I go now willingly, unfailingly, failing needing not, requiring not no company
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A special saint Ignatius Whose spirit was truly audacious A kind and loving man With prayer and with care He spread love about Lord Jesus Christ everywhere Inspiring hearts contagious.
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Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 3:23 PM UTC
david-p-carroll
St. Ignatius of Loyola
A special saint Ignatius Whose spirit was truly audacious A kind and loving man With prayer and with care He spread love about Lord Jesus Christ everywhere Inspiring hearts contagious.
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