As the only missions of the Church to major non-Christian cultures, the missions of Asia (with the exception of the Philippines, which is predominantly Catholic) are of special interest and present unique problems to those…
The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones. Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act iii, sc. 2, 1. 78 [Antony] As in the past years, the spring bibliographical survey is concerned…
This is a public relations picture book presenting a collection of photographs from the Improvement Era and The Relief Society Magazine, with portraits of Relief Society Presidents, past and present, and one or two interesting…
As Mormon writers search their background for subject matter unique to their religion, one source that offers almost unlimited possibilities is the Book of Mormon. The most recent effort to dramatize a Book of Mormon…
Ours, it seems, is a scientific age. We insist that “clinical tests confirm” the virtue of everything from toothpaste to dog food. Why not, therefore, religion? So it is that the author directs our attention…
Doctor Sidney Sperry has revised somewhat his 1964 book, Problems of the Book of Mormon, and Bookcraft here offers the new version under a new title. The author was probably the first Latter-day Saint to…
I think that at some far-distant point in time the history of Mormon poetry may well have to be said to have begun with Clinton F. Larson and this first collection of his verse, The…
the sacrament is loosed;
the trays go as a fleet of grace
into our garnered sea
of lap and hand,
and this envoy,
this ark of my covenant
lilts over me: a gentle craft
riddled with remembrance
The myth and the reality convey the sign:
INRI, but we in the distance of history,
Precise and limitless, survey and then define
His suffering again, for our consistory.
We know in the analogues of formulative speech
That Pretonious drove Him down against the cross
And split His palms where they could reach.
Crimen est actio before this miracle of dross.
In the tree, the soft breeze cradles
The viper that I wear.
A smile, where the fang strikes
Appetites into flame,
Drifts, like a prowler, through the Garden,
And my emerald mask unwinds
A split tongue into the blue. . .
A beast, a cunning beast,
And my venom is vile—but it leaves
Wise hemlock far behind!