An Old Chaos of the Sun

Upon our return from an invigorating visit to the irrepressibly contrarian St. John’s College in Santa Fe,  we submit for DP consideration an assemblage of convivialities in search of a churning potentiality: Blake’s notice to the Nobodaddy; an excerpt from the fecund theopoetics of Catherine Keller; the last lines from Wallace Stevens’ endlessly revealing Sunday Morning, and two evening landscapes from Georgia O’Keeffe.

 

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