During a time of abundant “clever despair”, we turn to a few paragraphs by Thomas Merton, writing in his prologue to No Man Is An Island. The images are from the work of Eva Hesse.
December 21, 2016
No Matter How Ruined
By DP
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Bearings
- 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
- Embers of Dead Empires
- An Alliance of Needs
- In Response to Nature’s Riddles
- Entropies Ever Tangling
- Beloved Mother
- Like An Acid
- Just A Dark Hole
- Storm Warnings
- What We Look For
- Lully, Lulla, Lullay
- When We Love the Earth
- Viral Revelations
- Nurtured Into Being
- Where Poetry Sings
- Bounty
- In Praise of Fungi
- Conference of the Polluters
- Compassion’s Exile
- How We Live
- In Light of the Rotten Moon
- How Long?
- Back On Earth
- In the Wake of the Horror
- Fairy Creek
- The Last Stand
- An Endlessly Storied World
- Hall of Mirrors
- Listen To the Trees
- Let Us Shake the Amnesia
- Destroyer of Worlds
- Like A Grieving Mother
- Nothing Untouched
- Blood Of This Earth
- Lost Fragments of Soul
- Our Clumsy Signatures
- Wishful Images
- From Rage to Ruckus
- In That Last Gasp
- All Light, Everywhere
Chart Box
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