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"The troubled afterlife of the text begins when the work is ‘discovered’ in 1852 by a lonely Capuchin monk named Giusto da Urbino in the highlands of Ethiopia." (via Mefi)

"The Grail Quest

Perceval almost · pierced the veil,
never uttered · a Christ-laced curse.
Purity of heart · is to will one thing,
wrote Kierkegaard · before the churchyards
turned charnel houses · in excruciated Europe.
Was it a Lapis Exilis, · mother meteorite,
or a lapis lazuli · dish set with wished-
for cuts of fresh meat · in a famine culture,
or a cup that caught · the red of revelation?
Chrétien de Troyes · recounted the trials,
but I trust no poet · pimping a tale.
I figure the Grails were · detours en route
to a single failure, · and all this suffering
night after night · in shining ardor,
in rosary-haunted · Brocéliande,
just served to stir · the gallant heart
of a Galahad · to attempt and test
truth by joust, pursuing · the relic, the elixir
on a pilgrim trail · to the impossible castle.

As a bony boy, · a squirt of a squire,
I imagined its magic · in verbal terms,
an infinite inkwell, · a song Sangraal,
heartsblood held · in the mouth’s round
brimmed, overbrimmed, · meniscal cupola.
Wondering whether · my words were worthy.
I sallied forth · in search of a form,
May the poem, grasped · and penned, be the Grail
sustaining hearts · healed for a spell,
fed in their hunger · not heavenly manna
but humbly kneaded · human bread."

--Amit Majmudar

Sunset in pixels with birds crossing.

"Ftreedom awakens gradually as we become conscious of our tiues, like the sleeper of his senses. Then, finally, our actions have a name." --The Book of Questions

Sickle cell cure. (I had to find this out from SNL.)