On this Hiroshima Day, we turn to Thomas Merton:
To quote another American poet, Carl Sandburg, from a poem that predates the birth of the original child:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation,
nothing like us ever was.
August 6, 2016
An Original Child
By DP
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Bearings
- Standing Strong
- Of Circles and Soil
- The Land’s Lament
- Haec Dies
- Nhh Nhh Nhh
- If the Earth Forgives Us
- Labour of Care
- Away From the Wreck
- To Break the Silence
- Time to Focus on Lifeboats
- Of Wonder & Magic
- Mirabile Mysterium
- When Freedom Comes
- Show & Tell
- The Greenwashing Machine
- Ground Zero
- The Gasping Harvest
- From Sparks Into Wildfire
- Into the Otherwise
- Operation Deathstar
- Women, Life, Freedom
- Language In Tune
- Listen To the Margins
- Imperial Imperatives
- Wounded By Time
- The Unmourned Dead
- Shadow Play
- Fortress Conservation
- The Golden Strand
- Love & Rage
- The Absent Referent
- All Hands On Deck
- Small Particle Parts
- Marginalized and Muted
- Carved and Painted
- Where Philosophy Begins
- Against the Unimaginable
- Gila On Fire
- Downward Toward Barbarism
- When Hope Becomes Toxic
- Here Come the Carbon Bombs
- Vertigo Against Oblivion
- Through the Deadly Shallows
- Of Icebergs and Lifeboats
- A File of Shame
- Pavane In Time of War
- 100 Seconds to Midnight
- Hubris Unto Ruination
- Lend Us Your Ear
- Breathe and Create
Chart Box
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