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Loving Lady Gaga and Other Posts

Earnest and centered and disciplined are the first three adjectives that pop into my mind as I consider a 25-year-old who strikes me as wise beyond her years. I do not believe in life stages and feel our entire world is escaping the straitjackets of past definitions. I think the good Lady understands this and simply does what anyone else in synch with unfolding reality does.

Here are the very first posts I did relating to this emerging phenomenon.

Gaga Java Video

Abba’s Way. Table Talk. Music. “Lady Gaga’s Cool Java Song (Video).”
Most Searched: Lady Gaga or Sarah Palin?

I was floored. Lady Gaga wins hands down. It isn’t even close.
Why I Love Lady Gaga Updated

Why I Love Lady Gaga Updated May 12, 2011
How Gullible the Lady Gaga Public — a Cone Bra and the Web Will Do the Trick

If you can get your mind around the body’s aesthetic appeal, can you also get your mind around how a cone bra would enhance it?
abba's way, music, twitter

More Lady Gaga Posts

Lady Gaga is as much a new phenomenon as Facebook. And the zeitgeist is not that different between the two. Both deal with the changing face of community in today’s world. We are moving toward entirely new definitions that move from blood and ethnicity toward common values and aesthetics.

Here is a small collection of posts I’ve done over the last several months regarding Lady Gaga.

Mildred Purse subjects Charlie Sheen to the four rhetorical anchors of most poetry.

Mildred has a massive fund of knowledge which she willingly shares with all who will listen. She shuns celebrity and sees Lady Gaga as her channel for proper celebrity behavior. She says look beneath the surface and you will find a person who thinks.
Gaga, Michael, Queen

Lady Gaga Michael Jackson and the Queen – Quatrain by Stephen C. Rose
Lady Gaga: Her Diet and Mine. Hot Stuff

Lady Gaga: Her Diet and Mine. Hot Stuff. Everything from coconuts to turkey with some hummus and rice thrown in.
abba's way, music, politics, theology

Biblical Posts

Inerrancy Perks  April 17, 2011
Inerrancy Perks. The doctrine of Biblical inerrancy saves a lot of thought. It also creates the basis for a religion that will not endure on the planet as minds open to reality.
Elizabeth Taylor and You Thought the Biblical Job Had It Bad – Quatrain by Stephen C. Rose. What an amazing woman. Not only does she tread where angels fear to tread. She endures torments that would cause a Job to quail.
Both views see the Gospel of Mark as the primitive mother lode of genuine Christianity. But Peirce clearly case a logician and mathematician before he was a theologian. A century later my journey was Biblical and theological.
Except a Seed November 25, 2010
Lyric to a song based on a key Biblical text. Written in the 70s and recorded on the album Rolled Away.
Gerd Ludemann – Podcast  November 24, 2010
A sort of yes and no to ten points of the radical European Biblical scholar
Biblical Orthodoxy November 14, 2010
Biblical Orthodoxy – Free Verse by Stephen C. Rose
How Beautiful  November 12, 2010
How Beautiful Upon The Mountain – Lyric of an original Biblical song words and music by Stephen C. Rose
Biblical Therapy from The Very Beginning.The first chapters of the Bible detail the origin of the nature of every human being who has lived, now lives and will ever live on this planet.

THE BELLS (Edgar Allen Poe 1845?)

THE BELLS (Edgar Allen Poe 1845?)

Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bells
What a world of merriment their melody foretells
How they tinkle tinkle tinkle
In the icy air of night
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline deligit
Keeping time time time
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells bells bells bells,
Bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells

Hear the mellow wedding bells
Golden bells
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight
From the molten-golden notes
And all in tune
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats
On the moon
Oh from out the sounding cells
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells
How it swells
How it dwells
On the Future how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells bells bells
Of the bells bells bells bells
Bells bells bells
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells

Hear the loud alarum bells
Brazen bells
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright
Too much horrified to speak
They can only shriek shriek
Out of tune
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire
Leaping higher higher higher
With a desperate desire
And a resolute endeavor
Now now to sit or never
By the side of the pale-faced moon
Oh, the bells bells bells
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair
How they clang and clash and roar
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air
Yet the ear it fully knows
By the twanging
And the clanging
How the danger ebbs and flows
Yet the ear distinctly tells
In the jangling
And the wrangling
How the danger sinks and swells
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells
Of the bells
Of the bells bells bells bells
Bells bells bells
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells

Hear the tolling of the bells
Iron bells
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels
In the silence of the night
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan
And the people ah the people
They that dwell up in the steeple
All alone
And who tolling tolling tolling
In that muffled monotone
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone
They are neither man nor woman
They are neither brute nor human
They are Ghouls
And their king it is who tolls
And he rolls rolls rolls
A paean from the bells
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells,
And he dances and he yells
Keeping time time time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells
Of the bells
Keeping time time time
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the throbbing of the bells
Of the bells bells bells
To the sobbing of the bells
Keeping time time time
As he knells knells knells
In a happy Runic rhyme
To the rolling of the bells
Of the bells bells bells
To the tolling of the bells
Of the bells bells bells bells
Bells bells bells
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells


Poe lived his last years in the Bronx.
He was not entirely consumed with dark brooding.
Women he loved tended to die, as did he prematurely.


A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA’S DAY (John Dryden 1687)

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A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA’S DAY (John Dryden 1687)

From harmony from heavenly harmony
This universal frame began
When Nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay
And could not heave her head
The tuneful voice was heard from high
“Arise, ye more than dead”
Then cold and hot and moist and dry
In order to their stations leap
And Music’s power obey
From harmony from heavenly harmony
This universal frame began
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran
The diapason closing full in Man

What passion cannot Music raise and quell
When Jubal struck the corded shell
His list’ning brethren stood around
And wond’ring on their faces fell
To worship that celestial sound
Less than a god they thought there could not dwell
Within the hollow of that shell
That spoke so sweetly and so well.
What passion cannot Music raise and quell

The trumpet’s loud clangor
Excites us to arms
With shrill notes of anger
And mortal alarms
The double double double beat
Of the thundering drum
Cries Hark the foes come
Charge charge ‘t is too late to retreat

The soft complaining flute
In dying notes discovers
The woes of hopeless lovers
Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute

Sharp violins proclaim
Their jealous pangs and desperation,
Fury frantic indignation
Depth of pains and height of passion
For the fair disdainful dame

But oh what art can teach
What human voice can reach
The sacred organ’s praise
Notes inspiring holy love
Notes that wing their heavenly ways
To mend the choirs above

Orpheus could lead the savage race
And trees unrooted left their place
Sequacious of the lyre
But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher
When to her organ vocal breath was given
An angel heard and straight appeared
Mistaking earth for heaven

As from the power of sacred lays
The spheres began to move
And sung the great Creator’s praise
To all the blest above
So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour
The trumpet shall be heard on high
The dead shall live the living die
And Music shall untune the sky


St. Cecelia is the patron saint of music.
Her day is November 22 in most communions.
She was martyred in Sicily during the reign of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius.

music, theology

“Closer To You” An Original Hymn


664.6664 as in “Come Thou Almighty King”

Draw us closer to You
In everything we do
Banish our fear
Stretch out Your healing hand
Help us to understand
Why we are called to stand
Ever more near

Coming closer we know
What lies past this world’s show
Not vanities
Light shining ever true
Voice saying, I love you
Spirit like morning dew
Bringing us peace

Make us close in all ways
In all we think and say
Keep our tongues from
Kindling hurtful flames
And speaking hurtful names
And placing unjust blame
Oh, closer come!

And now closer we are
Receive our trembling hearts
Make them anew
Only as You prevail
Will grace rule without fail
Making us fit to sail
Closer to You

c Copyright 1995 by Stephen C. Rose [100%]
Licensed to CCLI/LicenSing


Three Interviews with Dorothy Day on Christopher Closeup (YouTube)

music, theology

The Story of Job — Part One


I am convinced in a time like this, penitence of the suffering is next to impossible. But penitence is essential, even for the non-religious. There is a form of guilt that is real, not pathological.

It is the guilt that exists because suffering is a portion of life. And our typical reactions are anger and an alienation from life itself.

This morning as I did my mandatory walking, I tried to remember parts of my Job project, something I did at the close of the 1970s. The massive conclusion of this is Job’s penitence at the very end. It is to my mind an authentic repentance. It is the result of his actual confrontation with the deity.

I no longer subscribe to the notion of a deity separate from our capacity to imagine and embody him/her in what we might call our higher selves. From there the reality of G-d becomes experiential. We do not force it on anyone else. We do, however, share our experience.

My experience today is an urge to share this work. The sense I have is that G-d suffers as a creator even as the creation is defaced by our massive inversion of the values we are called, I believe, to embody. The link above goes to the first part of my “demo” of this.

The link below is to the conclusion of this. It leads to Job’s penitential motion.