Quent Cordair's Blog, page 5
September 19, 2019
In good company ~
I’m honored to find myself in very good company indeed today, on the same page as Sophocles. With thanks to the editors at The Objective Standard. “A Call to Stand” is from the My Kingdom collection of poems, short fiction, and short plays for stage and screen, now available in paperback and Kindle editions.
September 6, 2019
My Kingdom ~ free Kindle copies for review
My Kingdom for a review — literally! Today I’m giving away three Kindle-edition copies of My Kingdom in exchange for short reviews. Even just a sentence or two will do. Average reading time: four hours. Your mileage may vary.
Sample snippets of reader-reviews of My Kingdom posted so far, to whet your appetite:
“…a highly recommended soul-quencher.”
“…an homage to the mind of man.”
“…a mind-engaging symphony of deliverance … Quent Cordair presents a benevolent universe and a gallery of heroic...
August 30, 2019
He Completes Me
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“He completes me”
—said the Sea of the Moon.
The Moon, he did reply:
“As she flows to my push,
As she ebbs to my pull,
May we dance ever thus,
Till the dawn rises full.
While the day may me hide
While she sails her ships wide,
She’ll yet move to my shift,
I’ll yet draw to her drift,
Drawing closer and down,
Till Time forces relent—
And into her wet gown
I plunge shimmering,
spent.”
~ Quent Cordair
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[image error]“He Completes Me” is from MY KINGDOM, Quent Cordair’s 5-STAR collection...
June 20, 2019
Love Your Loves
Love your loves and love them well;
Claim your heaven, banish hell;
Live your life, hold treasures dear;
Laugh your laugh, cry your tear;
Stake your claim and work it deep
For goodness gain, goodness keep.
June 16, 2019
For this Father’s Day ~
For this Father’s Day, a favorite passage from Genesis, Part I of Idolatry, the meeting of the sculptor Apollonius and the boy Myron ~
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… It was just so, late one evening. He had worked through the night and day prior on another mausoleum frieze, trying to reach a state of exhaustion and numbness that would overwhelm him enough that he could sleep. In the scene, the mourners surrounding the dead body were distraught; all were focused on the deceased except one figure – a man who ha...
April 22, 2019
For this “Earth Day”
For this “Earth Day,” a passage from A New Eden, Part II of Idolatry. The year, 1852:
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…When the day ended and darkness fell, Thomas walked away from the wagon train and into the wilderness, headed south with a vague notion of going to Mexico, with nothing on his person but the clothes on his back, the knife on his belt and, in his satchel, a flint, a small package of hardtack and dried beef, and his father’s edition of Lyell’s Principles of Geology.
Through the night and the next day he w...
February 6, 2019
The echo
Nationalist conservatives adamantly denouncing socialism….
Where on earth, when in history, has it been heard before, just so? Today’s sound bite isn’t new. It’s an echo from a hundred years ago, generated from the same source, the cause and implications recognizable to those who have studied early 20th-century history from an ideological perspective, particularly the history of the Weimar Republic:
“What socialism was to the leftists, nationalism was to the conservatives: it was their ideolo...
January 28, 2019
A Reaction to Beauty
The spirit of the angeli del fango ~
Confronted with something beautiful, an ache deep inside springs up and begs me to ask myself: “Have you done your part in making the world more beautiful? Have you repaid the universe for all the beauty and meaning it has offered you? Have you done enough? Can love alone settle your debts?”
The world has given me endless beautiful things. What have I done to deserve it? What can I do now to deserve it? I know logically that perhaps there’s...
December 16, 2018
Should we pray?
Having chosen their course, they stood staring at the path ahead, the shadows lengthening. Only the near horizon was visible.
“Should we pray?” she offered.
“Prayer changes only the clock.”
“And the clock changes anyway.”
She reached for his hand.
“Let’s go then.”
“Let’s go.”
November 5, 2018
At Last
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It matters not which border crossed,
From desert dry or tempest tossed,
To waves of grain and freedom’s sigh,
From womb’s dark hold to first-light’s cry—
You’re here, you’re here, at last.
It matters not what age you came,
Eight months or eighty years the same,
What color skin your parents’ face,
What faith from which they fled to grace—
You’re here, you’re here, at last.
Now eye to eye, measuring minds,
The hopeful search for justice finds
No honest man can blindly curse
One more l...
