http://www.aofj.info Sat, 29 Aug 2009 10:04:54 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Glad to be in the frosty silence, free from the party lights intruding on sweaty faces and the bass reverberating like thunder, glad to free from the agony of the shouting and crying of his spirit in that stony prison and palace, Caul turns his still wide-eyed pupils to the ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-84-winters-end-matins-sun-30-aug-1998/ Caul drives his car along the winding coastal road among the rocky eastern peaks, their cliffs dropping away to the false bay below, him coming down from the evening before, restless, unable to stop and think, thirsty, but with no place to stop and drink, looking out at the expanse ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-85-halloween-prime-sat-31-october-1998/ Caul leaves Mae's house, angered at her silent accusation, with the day drawing its shadow longer and the buzz of daylight fading fresh in the late fall air. From the slopes where he stands, far out, he can see the rippling sea giving up its heat and the horizon ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-86-whitsuntide-vespers-sun-31-may-1998/ /is that thunder/ /it is thunder/ /well i never/ /strange/ /dry thunder no rain/ /if there was rain/ /then i could drink from the sky/ The voice of the thunder rolls again powerfully. /can’t even get any silence from nature out here/ /what is the thunder trying to shout at me/ /is ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-87-halloween-prime-sat-31-oct-1998/ Caul sits before an old woman, in a circle among others. This is not the first time he has seen her in his dreams. He has often seen her praying alone. But this time she is speaking. “If only this town knew whose union it is so blaspheming. ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-88-christmas-eve-prime-thurs-24-dec-1998/ The music of the gorge nestled halfway up the slopes of the lone mountain sinks into Mae and Caul as they penetrate its gloomy boughs in the last light of the evening. Breathless, they both crouch on haunches alongside the clear stream that emerges here from deep underneath the mountain. ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-89-midsummer-vespers-tues-22-dec-1998/ /can't even hear the sound of water anymore/ /lapping under the boat/ /nor the cicadas/ /if i could only hear the sound of water/ Janice looks at Gary with a soul burning, disgusted with herself that she is unable to control her sexual lust. /you have left me nothing paul/ /not even ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-90-christmastide-compline-thurs-24-dec-1998/ From far above, the world reveals the shape of its figure in all its rises and falls, and how it captures the early morning shadows of the clouds moving in a regularity along their way towards the ocean. On the street Mae is walking, defacing herself in a torrent ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-91-halloween-prime-sun-1-nov-1998/ The circles that his forefinger runs in the mustard coloured cloth of seat next to him help still Caul’s mind. “I’ve been doing some map reading lately, and your big book says it is impossible for those who have received the seal of the Spirit to lose it.” His finger stops and ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-92-midsummer-compline-tues-22-dec-1998/ The street outside the bar is quiet. Jude leans up against the glass door of a phone booth, coins jiggling in his hand. His fingers have finished dialling and the receiver is pushed close to the side of his face. A timid voice transmutes itself into his ear. “Hi Mom.” “Well I ... http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-93-midsummer-compline-wed-23-dec-1998/