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Reflections on the Epistles of John

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Hass, R. (2012). Reflections on the Epistles of John. In Hass, R. What Light Can Do: Essays on Art, Imagination, and the Natural World. Ecco, pp. 277-290

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[...] The synoptic Gospels, after all, belong to the eternity of story, as Yeats’s golden bird does. They are full of legends of the marvels of this world: the curing of lepers, the multiplication of loaves and fishes, the man who walked on water and died and rose from the dead. Though these same stories appear in John, it contains what the others do not—that astonishing leap to what is not figurable in human art, not tellable: the Word that was in the beginning and was with God and was God. This is not Jewish eschatology with its chairs in Paradise. It is something else that pulls away from the earth, wants to leave it behind. And clearly it speaks to a very deep place in the human imagination.

Writers know a version of it, because all art drives toward either representation or abstraction, or tries to negotiate the tension between them; it wants to render the thing and to be its pure essence, and never quite succeeds at either, fails to render human experience entirely, fails to soar free of its materials. Logos and kosmos. [...]

idk it's just pretty

—p.288 by Robert Hass 4 years, 3 months ago

[...] The synoptic Gospels, after all, belong to the eternity of story, as Yeats’s golden bird does. They are full of legends of the marvels of this world: the curing of lepers, the multiplication of loaves and fishes, the man who walked on water and died and rose from the dead. Though these same stories appear in John, it contains what the others do not—that astonishing leap to what is not figurable in human art, not tellable: the Word that was in the beginning and was with God and was God. This is not Jewish eschatology with its chairs in Paradise. It is something else that pulls away from the earth, wants to leave it behind. And clearly it speaks to a very deep place in the human imagination.

Writers know a version of it, because all art drives toward either representation or abstraction, or tries to negotiate the tension between them; it wants to render the thing and to be its pure essence, and never quite succeeds at either, fails to render human experience entirely, fails to soar free of its materials. Logos and kosmos. [...]

idk it's just pretty

—p.288 by Robert Hass 4 years, 3 months ago