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...directions within Catholicism are either tolerated or openly encouraged by the smiling old man who patently enjoys his many-titled job of Bishop of Rome, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Roman Province, Primate of Italy, Patriarch of the West, and, as 260th successor of St. Peter, Vicar of Jesus Christ on Earth...
Prism & Wonderland. One of five curates at St. Stephen's, Priest-Publisher Beaumont-thanks to an "understanding" vicar-has no duties except on Sunday, a privilege shared by some Anglican "worker priests" in British industrial cities who labor weekdays in factories, preach and worship on Sunday in mission chapels. Beaumont is currently in the midst of tidying up his communications interests. For "a nominal sum," he recently sold the weekly magazine Time & Tide, which he saved from extinction in 1960 and turned into one of England's liveliest but most unprofitable journals of opinion (he lost...
Where Curtal was "like thunder at a Dicnic," Stanhope resembled high tea under the vicar's elms. Born into the Establishment and determined to stay there, Stanhope found the leisure to write poetry and critical appreciations of Corneille by marrying wealthy Adelaide ("A good wife. An invaluable partner. Such a relief when she died"). Stanhope was not without weapons: his unflappable poise was buttressed by arctic sarcasm that could condescend to Curtal as the "idol of mediocrity" who picked up other men's ideas as a robin does crumbs...
...papal master of ceremonies cried out, in accordance with" the rubrics of this historic ritual, "Extra omnes [Everyone outside]" A host of attending bishops and monsignori, the chamberlains and members of the Noble Guard bowed to the throne and withdrew; the doors were closed. The Pope, Bishop of Rome, Vicar of Christ, and absolute ruler of the largest religious body in Christianity, was left alone with his princes...
...writes Michael McClure, and furthermore, WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP Most action poets profess to take religion seriously, "via crucis vicar son of a bitch render out with magnificat," cries Ebbe Borregaard, and Lawrence Ferlinghetti, the wittiest of them, writes of a "wiggy prophet . . . gentle as the lamb of God/made into mad cutlets." Many action poets describe "religious visions" induced by narcotics; conversely, one poet speaks of "getting a fix at the altar." Even more important than religion to most action poets is sex, but more important than either is excrement. Excrement is sacrament. They sprinkle it around like holy...