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  1. So beautiful – the fifth hour was probably my favorite. I enjoyed listening to the variety of accounts of several traditions.
    As a side note, are there any podcasts discussing John the Baptist, or do any of you have recommendations on looking up more on him and the traditions surrounding him?

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      None on John the Baptist. That is an interesting idea! Thank you. I love the wild man in the desert aspects of his ministry. We could also talk Nazarite vows and things like that (though not a settled issue that he was one who had taken those). And much more. Any recommendations for panelists? Have you read someone on him that might be great to invite on? Thanks, again!

      1. No, I’ve had trouble finding in depth coverage on him. I’ve read the Mandaen gospel of John and read up as much as I could on the holy Wild Man tradition of the Middle Ages, which I think led up to the Mountain Man tradition in the U.S., which seems to be fading out. Most of my sources are rather speculative and not scholarly. I don’t really know where to look. I became interested in John the Baptist when I directed Oscar Wilde’s SALOME in college. As he seems to be a “genuine” and “verifiable” historical figure, I have been supposing there would be more information on him somewhere.

  2. Hi Dan, loving these episodes. I’m wondering if there’s somewhere I can find links to all the music and poetry and other resources mentioned in the podcast?

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        An MM listener, Carma Hyde, sent me these to post. Two of the things Kristine mentioned or quoted:

        John Updike (1932–2009) published the following poem, “Seven Stanzas at Easter,” in 1960.

        Make no mistake: if He rose at all
        it was as His body;
        if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
        reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
        the Church will fall.
        It was not as the flowers,
        each soft Spring recurrent;
        it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
        eyes of the eleven apostles;
        it was as His flesh: ours.

        The same hinged thumbs and toes,
        the same valved heart
        that–pierced–died, withered, paused, and then
        regathered out of enduring Might
        new strength to enclose.

        Let us not mock God with metaphor,
        analogy, sidestepping, transcendence;
        making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
        faded credulity of earlier ages:
        let us walk through the door.

        The stone is rolled back, not papier-mâché,
        not a stone in a story,
        but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
        grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
        the wide light of day.

        And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
        make it a real angel,
        weighty with Max Planck’s quanta, vivid with hair,
        opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
        spun on a definite loom.

        Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
        for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
        lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
        embarrassed by the miracle,
        and crushed by remonstrance.

        ______

        The Airy Christ
        By Stevie Smith
        After reading Dr Rieu’s translation of St Mark’s Gospel.

        Who is this that comes in splendour, coming from the blazing East?
        This is he we had not thought of, this is he the airy Christ.

        Airy, in an airy manner in an airy parkland walking,
        Others take him by the hand, lead him, do the talking.

        But the Form, the airy One, frowns an airy frown,
        What they say he knows must be, but he looks aloofly down,

        Looks aloofly at his feet, looks aloofly at his hands,
        Knows they must, as prophets say, nailèd be to wooden bands.

        As he knows the words he sings, that he sings so happily
        Must be changed to working laws, yet sings he ceaselessly.

        Those who truly hear the voice, the words, the happy song,
        Never shall need working laws to keep from doing wrong.

        Deaf men will pretend sometimes they hear the song, the words,
        And make excuse to sin extremely; this will be absurd.

        Heed it not. Whatever foolish men may do the song is cried
        For those who hear, and the sweet singer does not care that he was crucified.

        For he does not wish that men should love him more than anything
        Because he died; he only wishes they would hear him sing.

        Stevie Smith, “The Airy Christ” from New Selected Poems. Copyright © 1972 by Stevie Smith. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.
        Source: The New Selected Poems of Stevie Smith (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1988)

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