i sit waiting

watching

doin' nothin'

staring

'cause nothin's about

within or without

sittin' still

hard-breathing

like-a fart 'tween doin's 

not movin'

in the spaces

boredom frames

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -No communion is built on directives and compromises but on an inner experience of liberation.

  -Men who become bishops are generally intelligent and sensitive.  Troublemakers, of course, aren't predisposed to that vocation but bishops are neither better nor worse than others.  Before their "elevation" they are often quite critical of the hierarchy.  But as soon as they are promoted their statements become trivial.  After a few outbursts, their language grows diplomatic; aiming at everyone, it touches no one.

  -I'm going to say something that's painful, to me first of all.  A bishop had just been named - he had wanted the appointment very much.  It's not true that ambition dies;  no one gets to be bishop without having wanted it, or almost no one.  As soon as he was appointed, he stopped being fraternal, although fraternity still showed in his face and hands.  He was filled with good will, but at the same time his shoulders sagged under the weight of the world and he was submerged in apstolic agony. His vocabulary grew stereotyped, deliberate.  His speeches fell into cliches.

  -They (diocesan priests) knew that as soon as a bishop had power, he began to come apart, and they also realized that it was almost none of his own doing.

  -I call style a way of occupying space, of directing one's glace and one's voice, of existing, that's produced by an interior discovery.