The blog title arises from one of G.K. Chesterton’s most astonishing and yet little known novels titled The Poet and the Lunatics (Darwen Finlayson Limiteted, 1929,1962). The book’s protagonist is an artist named Gabriel Gale, who steps in to assist local police in solving a bizarre and inexplicable crime. He is deemed by these practical characters to be a lunatic, which Gale does not deny (though he prefers to think of himself as a poet). To the contrary, he asserts that when it comes to solving baffling crimes concocted in troubled minds, only the poets and lunatics — those who understand life’s impulses to the bone and see the world upside-down — can get inside the haunted thoughts of a criminal perpetrator and solve the crime, which he also did. Gale says to the police:
What you want is an unpractical man. That is what people always want in the last resort and the worst conditions. What can practical men do here? . . . A man must have his head in the clouds and his wits wool-gathering in fairyland, before he can do anything so practical as that. [This is] a practical example of the occasions when the poet can be more useful than the policeman.
With my voice as a writer along my road as a pilgrim it is my hope in this blog to write as one trying to see cloud-mountains ~ that is, to believe in the beauty and mystery of life and faith ~ amid machinations of a no-holds-barred culture. It is my hope to make a vigil of my words in this written space and, in my search for simple beauty and holy significance in the surprising movements of God, to make my words a beautiful attendance.
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