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CLIVE STAPLES LEWIS (1898–1963)

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Today - 50 years ago - died one of the intellectual giants of the twentieth century and arguably one of the most influential writers of his day. He was a Fellow and Tutor in English Literature at Oxford University until 1954, when he was unanimously elected to the Chair of Medieval and Renaissance Literature at Cambridge University, a position he held until his retirement. He wrote more than thirty books, allowing him to reach a vast audience, and his works continue to attract thousands of new readers every year. His most distinguished and popular accomplishments include Mere Christianity , Out of the Silent Planet , The Great Divorce , The Screwtape Letters , and the universally acknowledged classics The Chronicles of Narnia . To date, the Narnia books have sold over 100 million copies and been transformed into three major motion pictures. His literature continues to shine, selling in the millions 50 years later. Today, on the 50 th anniversary of his death, C.S

BIG D & THE KIDS TABLE - Don't Compare Me To You (From the album "Stomp" on Strictly Rude Records.)

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SEPTENARIVM PRO DEFVNCTIS PER ACERBISSIMAM PASSIONEM DOMINI NOSTRI IESV CHRISTI

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Per signum (†) Sanctae Crucis, de inimicis (†) nostris, libera nos (†), Deus noster. In nómine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen. Spiritus Sanctus invocatur: Antiphona.  Veni, Sancte Spiritus, reple tuorum corda fidelium, et tui amoris in eis ignem accende. V. Emitte Spiritum tuum et creabuntur. R. Et renovabis faciem terrae. Oremus. Deus, qui corda fidelium Sancti Spiritus illustratione docuisti: da nobis in eodem Spiritu recta sapere, et de eius semper consolatione gaudere. Per Christum Dominum nostrum. R. Amen. Actus contritionis:  Deus meus, ex imo corde Te offendisse me paenitet. Omnia peccata mea detestor quia amissionem caeIi et paenas inferi abhorror; sed maxime quia Te, Deum meum, offendunt, Qui totus bonus es et amore meo totus dignus. Auxilio gratiae tuae ut peccata mea confitear, paenitentiam agam et vitam meam emendem firmiter statuo. Amen. Domine Iesu Christe, Rex gloriae, libera animas omnium fidelium defunctorum de poenis inferni et de

Salvatio Iosephina (to be said in private only after Marian Angelus)

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V. Angelus Domini apparuit in somnis Ioseph. R. Ut Maria non dimitteretur ab eo. Ave Ioseph, gratia dives, Dominus tecum. Benedictus tu inter viros et benedictus fructus ventris Mariae, Iesus. Sancte Ioseph, pater nutricie Filii Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. V. Ioseph, fili David, noli timere accipere Mariam coniugem tuam. R. Quod enim in ea natum est de Spiritu Sancto est. Ave Ioseph, gratia dives, Dominus tecum. Benedictus tu inter viros et benedictus fructus ventris Mariae, Iesus. Sancte Ioseph, pater nutricie Filii Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. V. Pariet autem filium et vocabis nomen eius Iesum. R. Ipse enim salvum faciet populum suum a peccatis eorum. Ave Ioseph, gratia dives, Dominus tecum. Benedictus tu inter viros et benedictus fructus ventris Mariae, Iesus. Sancte Ioseph, pater nutricie Filii Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. V. Ora

My himn

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Well my world used to be sunny And jokes used to be funny But now you're gone and everything's turned around Well my world used to be warm And there never was a storm But now you're gone and everything's turned upside down And now it's cold outside (it's cold outside), and the rain is pouring down And the leaves are turning brown Can't you see That now it's cold outside (it's cold outside), and it's all because of you 'Cause there's nothing I can do to make you love me Well my world used to be sunny And jokes used to be funny But now you're gone and everything's turned all round Well my world used to be warm And there never was a storm But now you're gone and everything's turned upside down And now it's cold outside (it's cold outside), and the rain is pouring down And the leaves are turning brown Can't you see That now it's cold outside (it's cold outside), and it's all

A poem I didn't know, as for the author (ahem): here's the glorious Alekos Panagulis

Voi, tombe che camminano insulti viventi della vita assassini del vostro pensiero fantocci in forme umane Voi che avete invidia delle bestie che offendete l’idea del creato che chiedete rifugio all’ignoranza che accettate per guida la paura Voi che avete dimenticato il passato che vedete il presente con occhi appannati che non avete interesse per il futuro che respirate solo per morire Voi che avete mani solo per applaudire e che domani applaudirete  con più forza di tutti come sempre e come ieri e come oggi Sappiate allora voi scuse viventi di ogni tirannia che i tiranni li odio tanto tanto quanto ho schifo di voi. Alekos Panagulis, 1971 I have resumed the poem from the blog Stand Up and Fight , from which it is also essential to read the post in honor of the unmatchable Oriana Fallaci , to whom the powerful defender of democracy was a lover .

My life as me

I'm not a retarded. I just decided to pretend to be one circa 1997-1998. It all started at age 14, I was a "very" anxious boy, but not depressed or thing: parents send me to complete primary studies at a Jesuit lyceum. I spoke just a few words in those five years, then I was forced to study medicine, it took me 16 years to get the degree. Now I have two specializations. I can't work, girlfriend called it quit while I was at the University. So many beautiful failures. Basketball, punk rock, I can't understand why everybody loves me: they say money is not important, but I live a nightmare: no money at all, at home with two parents with different kinds of dementia who hate me like I was a traitor, a bad traitor. And the schizophrenic brother who returned home three years ago - no space for him, so he occupied my little studio where I practiced Psychiatry.  I have no friends: I said "Goodbye to you" to each and anyone. Today I know how GREAT real priests (a