Wise Words...

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On the Big Screen...

Another of my beloved books was turned into a movie. Let's see how it worked out. But knowing that Geoffrey Rush will be part of it definitely helps. Can't wait!

On the Big Screen...

Charles Dickens... One of my favourite writers. And Ralph Fiennes portraying him... It's gonna be interesting.

On the Big Screen...

On the Big Screen...

Been at the cinema yesterday, here in St. Petersburg (the Avrora movie theatre on the Nevsky Prospect) and saw a Russian classic. In Russian of course. It was amazing. And I got most of it...haha. It's been ages ever since I read that book but it definitely helped understanding the story. I'm so proud of my language skills right now. ^_^ And the cinema itself was really cool. A great hall - like for ball room dancing - with single armchairs to sit in and a bar in the back. Very fancy! But at a regular price. Loved it!

The Rabbit on the Moon

By Ichiro Okumura, OCD 

From the book: Awakening to Prayer

 [ via Carolyn Staley ]

In our day and age children no longer believe in rabbits on the moon. But all Japanese know the charming legend and still see in the shadows on the full moon a rabbit threshing his rice. I believe that other countries see a woman reading or the man in the moon. All these legends show us that our ancestors looked for meaning in the universe. Here is the Japanese legend: 

Once upon a time long ago, a monkey, a rabbit, and a fox lived together as friends. During the day they frolicked on the mountain; at night they went back to the forest. This went on for some years. The Lord of Heaven heard about it and wanted to see if it were really true. He went to them disguised as an old wanderer. "I have traveled through mountains and valleys and I am tired out. Could you give me something to eat?" said he, laying down his staff in order to rest. The monkey went off at once to gather nuts that he presented; the fox brought an offering from his fish trap in the river. The rabbit ran through the fields in every direction but came back with nothing. The monkey and the fox made fun of him: "You are really good for nothing." The little rabbit was so discouraged that he asked the monkey to gather some thistles and the fox to set fire to them. They did so. Then the little rabbit said to the old man, "Please eat me," and threw himself into the flames. The pilgrim was pierced to the heart by this sacrifice, and wept, saying, "Each one deserves praise; there are neither winners nor losers. But the little rabbit has given an exceptional proof of love." So saying, he restored the rabbit to his original form and took the little body to heaven to be buried in the palace of the moon.

The utter poverty of the little rabbit is like that of the child who said, "Pardon me, God, I have nothing to offer." Both exemplify the attitude from which true prayer arises. 

Whatever I offer God is really nothing in God's eyes: "Every generous act of giving, with every perfect gift, is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change" (Jas 1:17).

For every wild animal of the forest is mine,

the cattle on a thousand hills....

If I were hungry, I would not tell you,

for the world and all that is in it are mine. (Ps 50:10, 12)

The worthy offering is a sacrifice of thanksgiving, an appeal to God in the midst of suffering: "Then you will delight in right sacrifices" (Ps 51:19). The greatest thing we can offer or do is never more than a stone thrown high in the air that ultimately falls to earth. The renown of famous people is the same: Their exploits may flash across the history of humanity, but they soon fade away without leaving a trace.

"Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away" (Mt 24:35). And what are these words that will live forever? "Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die" (Jn 11:25 26).

Who could dare to speak such words? Christ, the incarnate Word, who said to his Father, "Sacrifices and offerings you have not desired, but a body you have prepared for me" (Heb 10:5). 

This latter phrase is translated from the Greek of the Septuagint, but in Hebrew the psalm reads, "You have given me an open ear" (Ps 40:6). Christ, in taking flesh, like a slave whose earlobe is pierced, had as his food to do his Father's will and to accomplish his Father's works. "Then I said, See, God, I have come to do your will, O God,' as in the scroll of the book it is written of me" (Heb 10:7). "And it is by God's will that we have been sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all" (Heb 10:10).

This mystery of incarnation and of suffering is summed up in the "Amen" that concludes Christian prayer. Jesus Christ, the Son of God, "was not Yes and No'; but in him it is always Yes'. 'For this reason it is through him that we say the Amen,' to the glory of God" (2 Cor 1:19 20).

There is, of course, a long way to go before we can apply the legend of the moon rabbit to Christ. Our ancestors in the Far East expressed in this tale their deep desire for authentic love such as was fully realized in Christ. Perhaps we may say that the Christ whom they did not know reveals himself here as living in all persons of good will, as Paul says to the Colossians: "Your life is hidden with Christ in God" (Col 3:3). The child who begs pardon for having nothing to offer, the rabbit who can give nothing but himself, share in a certain way in the movement of Christ who, in his poverty, had nothing but his body to offer in sacrifice. In truth all real prayer, if it is rooted in our nothingness, includes at the same time the fathomless riches of Christ.

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On the Bookshelf...

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I finished another one. In just a moment, as it seems. I knew I would love it when I bought it already because the author's one of my favourites. I already discovered the secrets of The House at Riverton and The Forgotten Garden and now I was strolling along with the characters through Milderhurst Castle, revealing the past within the ancient walls that sing the distant hours... I, too, was s drawn to Milderhurst Castle and the eccentric Sisters Blythe. And I couldn't wait to learn what really happened. It's so beautifully written, rich in colour, so thrilling and emotional. I practically devoured it. The hardest part was to stop and put the book aside, after a look to my watch saying it was far to late to continue. I love the indication, thoroughly woven into the storyline, leaving me and my imagination running wild... It's a thriller and mystery novel, a love story and a window into the past, of England during World War II. [ Read the synopsis or a short abstract]

And now that I'm finished, I feel a bit abandoned - longing for more...

Le Bibliothèque...

My latest additions to the bookshelf... Have to read them both for an exam about Russian Literature. I've read "Dr. Zhivago" once already, some years ago. I love the story but the book can be quite long-wided sometimes...

Nikolai Gogol - Die toten Seelen / Dead Souls
Николай Васильевич Гоголь - Мёртвые души

Boris Pasternak - Doktor Schiwago / Doctor Zhivago
Борис Пастернак - Доктор Живаго

Le Bibliothèque...

Thrill & Chill Vienna

One of my favourite bookstores. Small but very well sorted. I buy almost all my cookbooks here. I just love it when the shop owner knows immediately where to find the book and has personally read it. I love her suggestions on the cooking matter... And you'll always get a cup of coffee or tea while wandering around - and believe me, it usually takes me about 30 minutes at least. If you ever come to Vienna, check it out.

 

Feeling of the Day...

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The difference between journalism and literature is that journalism is unreadable and literature is not read.  

~ Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891 ~

On the Big Screen...

Onegin (1999)

From Aleksandr Pushkin's timeless masterpiece of love and obsession... Евгений Онегин / Eugene  Onegin. I'm just reading the original poem, a brilliant work. Beauttiful story, beautifully told. It's the German version this time since the Russian one would still be a little difficult for me and very time comsuming. Nothing bad about that but I need to read this one and several others for an exam about Russian Literature and need to be done in time. I love Pushkin's original works though, they are so beautiful and melodic to read in Russian... Carrying so much emotion. (And I didn't know that Vladimir Nabokov did the English translation...)

I've got myself the movie on DVD already but want to finish the Book/poem first - as I always do with films based on literature. Especially with something so big...