Corona Virginis

Back in October 2019, I imagined that I would be spending this week in March writing a paper on Mary as “Queen of Angels” which I was planning to present at the 95th Annual Meeting of Medieval Academy of America as part of a panel on “Heaven.” My theme was to be the way in which Mary’s role as Queen of Angels defined medieval Christians’ understanding of heaven, its court, and its relationship to God, as per the abstract I submitted when I was invited to participate in the panel by one of my junior colleagues in the field. The conference was to be held at the University of California, Berkeley, in conjunction with annual meetings of certain other medieval associations, to one of which our panel had been submitted and accepted in the usual course of conference planning last spring. I was, of course, delighted to be invited to participate in the panel, given the pariah status I had been accorded over the past few years, but I was even more excited by the theme: Heaven. I was going to be…

Dragon Song

For Milo
Come, ever-darkening, shadow-laden night!  Descend! Descend upon this sleeping earth. Her rocky back grown cold, she cries, “Alight! Bring me my brother from our nurse’s bed, For he is grown and ready now to fly! Fly high, my well-beloved son—Take flight From out the sabled, hallowed inky sky, Afire and limned in crimson flames, hot red!”
Hark! his foot drums, beating ever faster, Trembling with each pulsing of my veins. Channels deep that course like ancient rivers As ancient and as new as he and I. Approaching swift, the dim’s mist fast unfurls As bowing, kneeling, kissing taloned feet, It rushes soft along his mirrored scales. Hear! Hear! His voice is calling, “Time to fly!”
Mine eyes op’ wide in concert with the moon; The soil resounds the thunder of his voice Atop the mountains crying out earth’s doom: “Op’ wide, O Earth, and let thy brother in!” The darkness of the heavens is his might. The seven-flamed Spirit is in his mouth. His weapons are the good, the true, the bri…

The Quest for the Holy Fool

It is often said, “The fool was the only one who could speak truth to the king.” Tyler Hummel and I talk about the role of the fool in speaking truth to society and the way in which his truth-speaking restores harmony to the world. Join us at Fox Valley Film Critics as we talk about great holy fools in film!
FilmsThe Court Jester” (1956), with Danny Kaye, Glynis Johns, Angela Lansbury, Basil Rathbone, and Cecil Parker; directed by Melvin Frank and Norman Panama

The Fisher King” (1991), with Robin Williams, Jeff Bridges, Amanda Plummer, and Mercedes Ruehl; directed by Terry Gilliam
References Heather Arden, Fools’ Plays: A Study of Satire in the Sottie (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1980).
Jonathan Pageau, “Kanye West—‘Jesus is King’: The Fool and the Inversion,” The Symbolic World, October 29, 2019.

Milo Yiannopoulos, “Why I’m Counting on Generation Joker: Western Civilization Has Just One Hope—Zoomers,” censored. tv, October 31, 2019

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Flight of Love

A dragon poem
by my sister-in-arms
In the quiet of the morning, In the still of the break of day, Rises the wing’d immortal, In his churlish, Godly play. Rising up to meet his Maker. Rising up to meet the dawn. Rising up further and far— Crushing demons in his song! God and angels bow to greet him, Bow to laugh, to dance and sing! Heaven is much the better For the love here unfolding!

For Milo’s and my continuing adventures training in the imitation of Christ, see The MILO Chronicles: Telegram Diaries (from August 2019). Our journey begins in Milo Chronicles: Devotions 2016-2019, available in hardcover on Amazon and direct from the publisher at Castalia House.

Watch Milo’s interview with me about my book at or on his YouTube channel.

A Woman’s Place

TW: Some images NSFW—Not Safe for Women.

Even knowing what had been going on in Milo’s Telegram chat for the last several months, I was not entirely prepared for what I found when I opened the app on Friday for the first time in a week. No longer Milo’s Finishing School,* the chat was now π•³π–”π–šπ–˜π–Š 𝖔𝖋 π–„π–Žπ–†π–“π–“π–”π–•π–”π–šπ–‘π–”π–˜and the members were all changing their names to reflect their house loyalty. I had been promoted to Grandmother Yiannopoulos, while Milo was now Mother and the other admins were Brothers, Sisters, Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins. There is even a Big Gay Uncle, an eternal Karen, a Brother-in-law, and one Maid.

There were also some new rules, most notably a Death clause. (If declared dead by Mother, the chat member would become a ghost, and anyone who talked to him or her would be sent to the sanatorium for being crazy enough to talk with dead people.) There was also a rule against cursing—“unless you are a male Elder”—which the admins were busy enforcing with #Green…

A Serpent in the Chat

The bickering and in-fighting had been intensifying for weeks. Like dogs to their vomit, the members of Milo’s Telegram chat kept returning again and again to the same-old, same-old rivalries they had been cultivating for months. “She hates me!” “He said mean things about me!” “The admins have too much control.” One of the admins got so sick of it that he left both the admin group and the main chat entirely, declaring himself weary of the drama and how serious it had become.

Milo asked the admins how we might put a stop to the nonsense. “I’m tired of everyone whining about the ‘mean atmosphere,’” he told us. “So what’s the solution?” I had excused myself from speaking that week after blowing up at the chat for precisely this reason, so I first asked whether Milo wanted my thoughts. Milo replied, “I already said I want people’s opinions. Why ask again? JUST ANSWER!”

I opened gently.

“I have learned an important lesson in the past week about what kind of effect even positive posting ha…