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
- Future Forest
- As If Still Burning
- Emergency Aesthetics
- Digressions
- A Frenzy In Our Souls
- Family Pictures
- This History of Terror
- A Strange and Bitter Crop
- Nothing To Do But Live
- An Exquisite Diversity
- On Tyranny
- The Strangled City
- Double Death
- On A Catapult to Infamy
- Lost in Space
- Wild Law
- Deeper Than Life
- At the Heart of Things
- A Matrix of Wildness
- Beauty and Sustainability
- Toxic Dominion
- An Unbroken Loveliness
- The Shattering Wonder
- The Incident Commander
- In the Depths
- Look Under Foot
- Radical Wisdom
- The Sentient Forest
- From Spirals to Bunkers
- That Crazy Darkness
- Now Comes the Reaper
- The Simple Disciplines
- Written in the Night
- Bugs in the Scaffolding
- Between Two Worlds
- Surveillance Capitalism
- No Matter How Ruined
- A Head in the Clouds
- We Are Number One
- This Is Your Fight
- Violence of the Incompetent
- Technologies of Predation
- Rage Against the Elites
- The Logic of Hatred
- In Contingent Collaboration
- Of Genocide and the Pipeline
- The Ultimate Exit
- We Sing For Water
- Standing Rock
- Deeply Wasted
Chart Box
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