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
- 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
- Less Is More
- The Pulse of Animacy
- Ghost Forest
- Exterminate All the Brutes
- We Are What We Eat
- The Red Deal
- Hell On Earth
- Apocalypseburg
- Exceptional Amnesia
- An Imaginative Leap
- That Still, Small Voice
- Unmasked
- The Founding Wound
- Countdown to Zero
- Charged Disclosure
- Diving Into the Flow
- Inspired To Insignificance
- After the Last Sky
- Love For This Oasis
- A Heart Full of Grace
- Regimes of Racist Terror
- The Tenth Voyage
- Als I Lay On Yoolis Night
- Habits of Deception
- Right Livelihood Writ Large
- The Cult of Death
- In Thrall to the Lie
- Power to the Imagination
- Rage For Sale
- El Pueblo Unido
- Black Summer
- Time to Listen
- In Widening Circles
- Let Us Hear the Crying
- Imagination and Emergency
- FB = Fried Bananas
- Art Into Life
- In Search of Revolocean
- The Wood Demon
- Welcome to the Pyrocene
- Zero Sum Obliteration
Chart Box
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