On Grace

Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. — Aeschylus

At the front end of another red day

I’m back to Carson. This time reading her Autobiography of Red, a hybrid work of poetry and prose, based on Greek mythology.  Autobiography of Red is in part a reinterpretation of a lost Stesichorus poem called: “Tale of Geryon“. My knowledge of Greek antiquity is limited, I know a bit about sculpture and architecture, I have read…