

Excommunication: an Inquiry
An Inquiry into Authority and the Exercise of Power in the Catholic Church Against Excommunication Ana Paula Arendt* To my readers: what do I think about the excommunication of the Society of Saint Pius X (SSPX)? Since I have not formed an opinion about that organization, it would be very easy simply to read the decision of the Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith and follow what the authorities say. Yet the easiest path is not always the safest one when it comes to formi


Excomunhão: Um Estudo
Uma investigação sobre autoridade e uso do poder na Igreja Católica Contra a excomunhão Ana Paula Arendt* Aos meus leitores, o que eu opino sobre a excomunhão da Fraternidade Pio X? Como eu não tenho opinião formada sobre essa organização, seria muito fácil simplesmente ler a decisão do Dicastério para a Doutrina da Fé e seguir o que dizem as autoridades. Mas nem sempre o caminho mais fácil é o mais seguro para formar a própria opinião. Mesmo dentro da Igreja, de um Estado t


Among Prisons and Forests, a pearl
Margarida Patriota is a Brazilian writer, translator, and literary critic. A member of the Brasília Academy of Letters, she lived in several countries during her childhood and youth, an experience that shaped the cosmopolitan character of her work. She has also been active in cultural outreach and has, for many years, hosted the radio program Authors and Books (Autores e Livros) on Rádio Senado. Holding both a Master's and a Ph.D. in French Literature, she taught Literary The


entre cárceres e bosques, uma pérola
Margarida Patriota é escritora, tradutora e crítica literária brasileira. Membro da Academia Brasiliense de Letras, viveu em diversos países durante a infância e juventude, experiência que marcou o caráter cosmopolita de sua obra. Atuou também na difusão cultural e apresenta, desde há muitos anos, o programa Autores e Livros, da Rádio Senado. Mestre e doutora em Literatura Francesa, lecionou por 28 anos Teoria da Literatura, Literatura Brasileira e Literatura Francesa no Depa


To the people
To my dear readers and friends, a long poem in 7 Chants, paying homage to the Freedom Fighters, those people who worked to achieve the independence of India. Also a declaration of love, and the last poem in the Pink Book of Passion. Bharat: how the Indians call India, a country that is the unity of a common conscience, a civilization. I hope you enjoy it! With love and care, Ana Paula Arendt Delivered to the people (To Sarojini Naidu and her readers) I Freedom fighters¹, th


Gopuram
Gopuram* Ana Paula Arendt A gateway to heaven amidst the confusion of the world, heaven: a clean, sacred space where shoes are left behind. Heaven: where prayers are heard with compassion and reverence. This gateway is pure bliss: a vertical mountain covered with the legends of those who fought for justice and light. Ladder, stairway of sight, all three eyes scaling the higher grounds of the soul… From muladhara, a generous base, foundation of flesh and loins receiving and gi


Chennai’s old trees
Image: Chennai in the 19th Century, by the photographers E. F. H. Wiele and Theodore Klein, official photographers to the Governor of Madras (renamed as the state of Tamil Nadu, in 1969, after the fall of the British Raj). The pictures were rescued by Harry Miller in the 1970s, Director of Photography of The Indian Express, with the help of Eric Stracey, Inspector General of Police. Desikan Krishnan, of The Hindu newspaper, named them “Vintage Vignettes” as a collection. Chen


Besant nagar
The Pink Sun Ana Paula Arendt I dwell upon a hidden road. I discovered where the Sun is born where it keeps all pink things hidden, the instant that never passes, unveiling the world with its radiance. In the East, above the Indian Ocean, in Besan Nagar* the pink dawn of a limpid, tepid, liquid daybreak, suffusing fleeting minutes that do not wait, of people who are never done with passing, of people who are never done with yearning. Of Sun, never done with flashing, of


Ecstasy
Ecstasy Ana Paula Arendt God once said to Saint Teresa d’Avila that His favourite deed and her highest achievement in love, was simply this: taring at the little bricks mortared into the wall while she was uninspired in her adoration. Not her deepest insights, not her bravest words, not her most sincere emotions. Just the counting of the little bricks bowed and bothered when she could not pray anymore. I could never understand the substance of that incomparable joy in


Private Deixis
Private deixis Ana Paula Arendt I’m stretching my body in yoga movements. Suddenly, the verses stretch too, reaching where they hit the most: The inner ground where all the poems are already written. So many people in the world hide their deixis beneath objective speech, working desperately to conceal their own view –outsourcing it to others to express it, torn from their own voices… Why do they escape from the wonderful ground on which they stand? They were punished




