Lanced Hearts of Lovers & Martyrs

I'm Eric, a young poet who seems to have been swept away in the Romantic Spirit of Beethoven's Symphonies, struck by the philosophies of Plato & the Poets' lyrics, burned for love like the martyrs of Rome, and can see an honest beauty in love & faith.

This blog is dedicated to my passions in Poetry, Literature, History, Philosophy, and Music, along with exploring the beauty and truth in the Christian faith-- how it rebels and transcends the ways of the world and burns it ablaze; preaches it's the Heart that counts, sings how Love endures, and that Truth is a beautiful Bride & hypocrisy a sin. It reveals that love is self-less, death is no end, and that there's no greater love than to lay down your life for your friends.

• Faith & Philosophy
• History (esp. 19th cen.-WWI)
• Poetry & Literature
• Catholicism

• Christ
• St. Justin Martyr
• Socrates
• Victor Hugo
• J.R.R. Tolkien
• Richard Wagner

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"Reason directs those who are truly pious and philosophical to honour and love only what is true, declining to follow traditional opinions, if these be worthless."
-St. Justin Martyr

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  1. thisblueboy: Francois-Andre Vincent, Alcibiades Being Taught by Socrates, 1777, Oil on canvas, Musee Fabre, Montpellier

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    Francois-Andre Vincent, Alcibiades Being Taught by Socrates, 1777, Oil on canvas, Musee Fabre, Montpellier

     
     
  2. "A man who is good for anything ought not to calculate the chance of living or dying; he ought only to consider whether in doing anything he is doing right or wrong—acting the part of a good man or of a bad…. The difficulty, my friends, is not to avoid death, but to avoid unrighteousness; for that runs faster than death."
    — Plato
     
     
  3. centuriespast: TINTORETTOThe Ascension1579-81Oil on canvas, 538 x 325 cmScuola Grande di San Rocco, Venice ‘What then is Love?’ I [Socrates] asked; ‘Is he mortal?’ ‘No.’‘What then?.. ‘What is he, Diotima?’‘He is a great spirit, and like all spirits he is intermediate between the divine and the mortal.’ ‘And what,’ I said, ‘is his power?’ ‘He interprets,’ she replied, ‘between gods and men, conveying and taking across to the gods the prayers and sacrifices of men, and to men the commands and replies of the gods; he is the mediator who spans the chasm which divides them, and therefore in him all is bound together, and through him the arts of the prophet and the priest, their sacrifices and mysteries and charms, and all prophecy and incantation, find their way.’ Excerpt from Plato’s Symposium,  c. 385–380 BC

    centuriespast:

    TINTORETTO
    The Ascension
    1579-81
    Oil on canvas, 538 x 325 cm
    Scuola Grande di San Rocco, Venice

    ‘What then is Love?’ I [Socrates] asked; ‘Is he mortal?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘What then?..     ‘What is he, Diotima?’
    ‘He is a great spirit, and like all spirits he is intermediate between the divine and the mortal.’ ‘And what,’ I said, ‘is his power?’ ‘He interprets,’ she replied, ‘between gods and men, conveying and taking across to the gods the prayers and sacrifices of men, and to men the commands and replies of the gods; he is the mediator who spans the chasm which divides them, and therefore in him all is bound together, and through him the arts of the prophet and the priest, their sacrifices and mysteries and charms, and all prophecy and incantation, find their way.’

    Excerpt from Plato’s Symposium,  c. 385–380 BC

     
     
  4. "Then love,’ She said, ‘may be described generally as the everlasting possession of the good?’ ‘That is most true.’"
    — Plato’s Symposium
     
     
  5. The Return From Exile! 7 months I’ve been away from Tumblr, but the Poet in the Trenches is back! O, Life has been a magnificent ride. I’ve grown, I’ve fallen apart, experienced some great & beautiful things; found new passions and deepened and lost others. I’ve found a deeper faith in what I love that I can’t deny. I’ve spent nights under stars with rosaries and tears, slept in dead silence under the tabernacle of a locked away and empty church miles from home, been pierced by the eyes of a child in my arms, and interceded on a pilgrim’s walk for my brothers in Madrid. I’ve discovered love in ways I’ve never known. Focuses have changed, and what I’ve thought important have faded away. My poetry’s taken whole new tones and themes. I discovered a deeper a treasure in Truth and philosophy, seeing the fuller marriage of Faith and Reason. Now my bookshelves have been replacing Napoleon and Bismark with Socrates and St. Justin Martyr. I’m glad to be back, and hope to indulge here more my new thoughts.

    The Return From Exile!

    7 months I’ve been away from Tumblr, but the Poet in the Trenches is back!

    O, Life has been a magnificent ride. I’ve grown, I’ve fallen apart, experienced some great & beautiful things; found new passions and deepened and lost others. I’ve found a deeper faith in what I love that I can’t deny.

    I’ve spent nights under stars with rosaries and tears, slept in dead silence under the tabernacle of a locked away and empty church miles from home, been pierced by the eyes of a child in my arms, and interceded on a pilgrim’s walk for my brothers in Madrid. I’ve discovered love in ways I’ve never known. Focuses have changed, and what I’ve thought important have faded away.

    My poetry’s taken whole new tones and themes. I discovered a deeper a treasure in Truth and philosophy, seeing the fuller marriage of Faith and Reason. Now my bookshelves have been replacing Napoleon and Bismark with Socrates and St. Justin Martyr. I’m glad to be back, and hope to indulge here more my new thoughts.