Stain

1488-1495.

Erasmus as an Augustinian canon at Stain.

His friends.

Letters to Servatius.

Latin poetry.

Aversion to cloister life.

He leaves Stain to enter the service of the Bishop of Cambrai.

1493.

Hmm.

And that's why I wanted to follow that poem with my poem, Salt for the Stain, which was written after I visited my grandmother for the last time when she was in memory care, and she was a survivor of the Indian schools in Canada.

And she never shared her language, her culture.

She just kind of became Catholic and, and kept...

Amazing.

So yeah, this is an important poem in the, in the Boom House collection.

Salt for the Stain.

In end days, eyes turn around, softened, mouth like fog on the window.

It's one of the worst bands of all time.

It's truly, I heard it was, my son was watching like a Dragon Ball Z edit with Stained on.

I said, what are you listening to? He was like, oh, it's Stained on Dragon Ball Z.

I was like, that's like fucked up, sad, divorced dad music.

We don't listen to that.

I don't want to hear that in this fucking house.

Until you pay rent, you cannot even play an anime edit with Stained in this house.

It is fucked up, divorced

What you mean that you know the king but don't know the dream What you mean that you've been redeemed but you're still a fiend trying to clean with some other means trust

you But you watch, it's a clock Man, it's ticking while they tripping Now this rock, he won't block I was on that dirt at first Grave digging out of church Stains missing from the shirt When I walk

by, now this, when I walk

What the hell ain't? Surround the heavens like a choir humming bout some blood, something bout the sun, something bout that love that gotta stop the mud,

These young poets felt themselves the guardians of a new light amidst the dullness and barbarism which oppressed them.

They readily believed each other's productions to be immortal, as every band of youthful poets does, and dreamt of a future of poetic glory for Stain, by which it would vie with Mantua.

Their environment of clownish, narrow-minded conventional divines, for as such they saw them, neither acknowledged nor encouraged them.

Erasmus' strong propensity to fancy himself menaced and injured tinged this position with the martyrdom of oppressed talent.

Let us, who have mostly grown blunt to the charms of Latin, not think too lightly of the elation felt by one who, after learning this language out of the most absurd primers and according to the most ridiculous methods, nevertheless discovered it in its purity and afterwards came to handle it in the charming rhythm of some artful meter, in the glorious precision of its structure, and in all the melodiousness of its sound.

Nexi quod placidis ignea noctibus scintillant tassito sidere culmine Nexi quod tepidum flante Fabonio vera suffundit humo rosas Tot sint ora mihi Was it strange that the youth who could say this felt himself a poet, or who, together with his friend, could sing of spring in a Meliboean song of fifty distichs? Pedantic work, if you like, labored literary exercises, and yet full of the freshness and the vigor which spring from the Latin itself.

Out of these moods was to come the first comprehensive work that Erasmus was to undertake, the manuscript which he was afterwards to lose, to recover in part, and to publish only after many years, the Antibabari, which he commenced at Stain, according to Dr. Allen.

In the version in which eventually the first book of the Antibabari appeared, it reflects, it is true, a somewhat later phase of Erasmus's life, that which began after he had left the monastery.