Yesterday, the Assumption Advocates for Life held a showing of 22 Weeks, the short movie about a mother who tries to abort in the second trimester, but the child is born alive. At twenty-eight minutes, its power on screen is unparalleled. Much to my surprise (but little to my credit), we ran the film for a packed house, eighty when we had expected thirty-five or forty. Some of the guests may be attributed to the magic of extra credit, but that still doesn't account for our astounding success. We quickly ran out of pizza, and the showing had many of the trappings of typical Assumption gatherings, including the staple guests who show up at every big event. Happily do I report that there is more interest in the pro-life movement on campus than expected.
And lately, I felt it appropriate to honor one of the firebrands gallantly leading the movement, and selflessly bestowing her abilities at the disposal of the AA4L. I speak of Nicole Macioci. In the Italian, that last name is Match-e-o-chi, on her lips Mass-e-o-see, and I enjoy pronouncing it Mace-e-o-chi: each way, the beat is the same. She doesn't liek, the name; I do, and make sure to tell her so regularly. She was honored with
Sonnet CXII
Miss Macioci needs no megaphone,
But neither too a signer for the deaf
(Who miss her talking to the trèble clef),
Communicating her falsetto tone
By gesturing and raising of the hands
(Expressing as her sleeves are falling low),
So lips and arms and eyebrow furrows sew
A meaning everybody understands.
A friend of children in the womb, she boasts
That she would protest, bound in chains, until
She goes to prison, carried from the mill.
A still-light spirit, happily she coastsTo John, her love, conspicuously pierced,
The true Adonis of this Venus fierce.
One time before Adoration I saw her with her beloved, and during our conversation, I compared them to Venus and Adonis, a likening she appreciated. It is hard, if not impossible to find an attractive yet proper for displaying representative image of the mythological pair, so I hope the above is a good mean.
posted by crusader @ 1:44 PM
5 Comments:
Venus and Adonis--you just can't go wrong. Some of my friends have been more suited to the Cybele & Attis or Hades & Persephone milieux, so you can imagine the sonnets I'll never write about *them.* Nice work, Mister. And I can't believe you guys were eating (much less running out of) pizza during that particular abortion doc. Glad you got a good crowd, though. I wish someone could be sneaky and flash clips from the doc on the inevitable big-screen behind Obama when his teleprompter gives the commencement address at America's "flagship Catholic university."
I think we ran out of pizza before it began. Nice idea concerning Obama. But I'm trying to figure this out- is Hades a greaser type and Persephone the generic tragic sweetie who falls for the buff guy?
Persephone as tragic sweetie? Yes, I can see it. I can also see a totally rebellious, chatty cheerleader who enjoys writing secret letters to the incarcerated thug but REALLY regrets it when he's released and comes looking for her. Good thing for vengeful mothers, sometimes, eh? I've always thought about writing a play about them all, but the plate's always been too full, too full. It would probably only ever become some generic and paticularly liberal Law & Order episode ("Ugh," he said). Never know, though. I also always wanted to tackle the Orpheus myth--I know others have tried, and with some success, but it's ripe for a fresh dusting-off, particularly in this age.
I love the sonnet... but let us hope this love story ends more cheerfully than Venus and Adonis'. :) As always, well done!
by the way, I love your remarking on her high voice as "talking to the treble clef..." as a musician I can really appreciate it, haha! Keep up the good work!
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