Phillip Medhurst

Wisdom from a Gnostic Sage

Tag: Lazarus

Phillip Medhurst presents 192/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 Jesus Wept John 11:32-35. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. Opaque watercolour over graphite on paper. 17.1 x 22.7 cms. Brooklyn Museum New York.

Phillip Medhurst presents 192/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 Jesus Wept John 11:32-35. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. After a painting now in the Brooklyn Museum, New York; photogravure from “La Vie de Notre Seigneur Jésus Christ … . avec des notes et des dessins explicatifs par J. James Tissot” 1896-97.

Phillip Medhurst presents 193/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 Lazarus. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. Opaque watercolour over graphite on paper. 13.3 x 9.8 cms. Brooklyn Museum New York.

Phillip Medhurst presents 193/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 Lazarus. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. After a painting now in the Brooklyn Museum, New York; photogravure from “La Vie de Notre Seigneur Jésus Christ … . avec des notes et des dessins explicatifs par J. James Tissot” 1896-97.

Phillip Medhurst presents 194/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 The Resurrection of Lazarus John 11:41-45. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. Opaque watercolour over graphite on paper. 25.6 x 18.4 cms. Brooklyn Museum New York.

Phillip Medhurst presents 194/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 The Resurrection of Lazarus John 11:41-45. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. After a painting now in the Brooklyn Museum, New York; chromolithograph from “La Vie de Notre Seigneur Jésus Christ … . avec des notes et des dessins explicatifs par J. James Tissot” 1896-97.

Lazarus

 

I curse the day on which my so-called friend,

Persuaded by my sisters, chose to come

And bellow at me in my cosy den

Where I had slept for days all neatly wrapped

In perfumed swaddling-bands. For up ‘til then

My aches and wants and cares were left outside

My fortress sealed against the world and time.

But now I am re-born with my old bones.

Conclusion to my life has all been robbed:

I must endure the painful swell again.

Though I am made a sign I now repent

The impulse of my blood which leapt too quick,

For peace by any should not be disturbed

When it by natural means has been conferred.

When brute creation first brought me to birth,

I felt no obligation. Flesh and all

I made of it was mine. But now each breath

Compounds my debt to an impatient god.