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by CS Danforth

Matins (an order of service for the celebration of love in the morning upon waking with ___)

Dilectum meum, labia mea aperies.
Et cor meum laudabo te.

Gloriam amicicitiae, et familiaritas, et spiritu almo.
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum.

Psalmus: Sabbatum Mane (Holoserica Subterraneus, 1966)
Dominicam die laudant oriri
Suus 'iustus sensus inquietus juxta me.
Prima luce, dominicum mane,
Suus 'iustus vastis annis ita propinquus retro.
Videte--mundum post te.
Illic 'alius circa te semper vocabo.
Ant. Suus 'omnino nihil.

Canticum Moysis: (Exod. XV, II modificata)
Fortitudo mea, et laus dilectum meum,
et factus est mihi in salutem:
iste dilecte mi, et glorificabo eum:
Deus spiritus mei, et exaltabo eum.

Psalmus: "Bonum mane Puella" (vexillum, sicut exercentur per Sonny Boy Williamson, MCMXXXVII)
Bonum mane, puella.
Ant. Bonum mane, puella.
Domi manere possum tecum?
Vis ne domi manere apud vos,
Possum ergo amplectimur, amplectimur exprime exprime?
Si permiseritis possum vexare vos infantem.
Hey, heus heus heus. Heus heus heus heus. Yeah.

Reading: Canticum Canticorum (5:2)
Ego dormio et cor meum vigilat vox dilecti mei pulsantis aperi mihi soror mea amica mea columba mea inmaculata mea quia caput meum plenum est rore et cincinni mei guttis noctium.

: "Unus Plus Calicem Cafaeum" (Bob Dylan, MCMLXXV)

Spiritus vester dulcis est,
Tui oculi sunt duo gemmas in caelum,
Tua spina recta, capilli tui sit expolita,
Ad ceruical ubi tu recumbes,
Et voluptas tua modum nescit,
Vocem tuam, similis est alauda,
Autem cor tuum sit quasi mare,
Arcanuset et tenebrosa.

Reading: Ovid, Amores 1.13.5-8
Nunc iuvat in teneris dominae iacuisse lacertis;
Si quando, lateri nunc bene iuncta meo est.
Nunc etiam somni pingues et frigidus aer,
Et liquidum tenui gutture cantat avis.

Benedictus: (Luc. I, LXXIX)
Illuminare his qui in tenebris et in umbra mortis sedent,
Ad dirigendos pedes nostros in viam pacis.

Reading: Barthes, Amantis Sermone: Fragmenta (Ricardus Howard, MCMLXXVIII, page XXIII)
2. Hoc mane dimittunt me est "maximus", statim epistolam - dependet, in qua quaedam inchoatio fortunased loco amore epistolam scribo - quod ego non mittere. Amarus munia libens deserere, scrupuli rationalis, reactivum incepta imponitur a mundo, ex causa quia inutilis labor culo ex officio amantis opus. Fungor sapienter munia demens, ego testis unus amentia. Exponit quid sit amor in me vigor. Quid agam, omnia habet (hoc possum vivere, nec ploras) sed hic sensus est ineffabile finalitatis, sed est sensus meus. Dolor, reus inflexiones tristis tota quotidiana vita reactivum latus praeposterus.

Te Deum: (modificata)
Dilectum meum laudamus: te dulcis amicus confitemur.
Te aeternum spiritus omnis terra veneratur.
Tibi omnes Angeli; tibi caeli et universae Potestates;
Tibi Cherubim et Seraphim incessabili voce proclamant:
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
dilectum meum, me Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra maiestatis gloriae tuae.

Ite in pace, glorificando Vita vestra Amorem.
My beloved, open my lips.
And my heart will sing your praise.

Glory be to friendship, and to intimacy, and to the loving spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and shall be forever and ever.

Psalm: Sunday Morning (Velvet Underground, 1966)
Sunday morning, praise the dawning,
It’s just a restless feeling by my side.
Early dawning, Sunday morning,
It’s just the wasted years so close behind.
Watch out--the world’s behind you.
There’s always someone around you who will call.
Ant. It’s nothing at all.

Canticle of Moses: (Exodus 15: 2, modified)
My beloved is my courage and my song,
and is becoming my salvation:
he is my darling and I will celebrate him:
he is the god of my spirit and I will adore him.

Psalm: Good Morning Little Schoolgirl (standard, as performed by Sonny Boy Williamson, 1937)
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Ant. Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I stay home with you?
Won't you let me stay home with you,
So I can hug, hug, squeeze, squeeze?

If you let me I can tease you baby.

Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey.

Reading: Song of Songs (5:2)

I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

: One More Cup of Coffee (Bob Dylan, 1975)

Your breath is sweet,
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky,
Your spine is straight, your hair is smooth,
On the pillow where you lie,
And your pleasure knows no limits,
Your voice is like a lark,
But your heart is like an ocean,
Mysterious and dark.

Reading: Ovid, The Loves Book 1, Elegy 13, lines 5-8
Now it comforts me to lie wrapped in my lover’s arms;
Everything is better when he’s by my side.
Now our sleep is deep and the air is chilled,
And a bird sings his thin liquid song.

Canticle of Zechariah: (Luke 1: 79)
To enlighten those who sit in the dark and in the shadow of death,
To guide our feet in the path of peace.

Reading: Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments (Richard Howard, 1978, page 23)
2. This morning, I must get off an “important” letter right away--one on which the success of a certain undertaking depends; but instead I write a love letter--which I do not send. I gladly abandon dreary tasks, rational scruples, reactive undertakings imposed by the world, for the sake of a useless task deriving from a dazzling Duty: the lover’s Duty. I perform, discreetly, lunatic chores; I am the sole witness of my lunacy. What love lays bare in me is energy. Everything I do has a meaning (hence I can live, without whining), but this meaning is an ineffable finality: it is merely the meaning of my strength. The painful, guilty, melancholy inflections, the whole reactive side of my everyday life is reversed.

Ambrosia Hymn: (modified)
I praise you, my beloved: thank you, sweet friend.
Your eternal spirit is cherished by everyone.
To you, all the angels; all the powers in the heavens;
Cherubim and Seraphim unceasingly proclaim:
Holy, Holy Holy.
My beloved, my universe.
Heavens and earths are filled with your majesty and glory.

Go in peace to glorify Love with your Life.

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