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
- Disimagination Machine
- The Essential Conversation
- The Imperative of Love
- Lining Up For Oblivion
- This Blitzkrieg of Idiocy
- From Rights To Obligations
- Law of Ecocide
- Ice Wisdom
- With Ferocious Love
- Tapered To A Claw
- An Ecology of Intimacy
- The Permanent Now
- Scaffoldings of Care
- In the Fullness of Time
- Not Afraid To Look
- Alive and Ensouled
- Small Talk of Swallows
- An Exuberant Multiplicity
- House On Fire
- Nothing Goes One Way
- Listen to the Mountains
- On Behalf of the Crushed
- Living At the Edge
- Not Broken Yet
- Things Visible and Invisible
- A Vast Cosmic Liturgy
- Slow Violence
- Response To A Broken System
- From the Memory of Joy
- The Widening Gyre
- This Harmonic Symphony
- Nothing On Earth
- American Psychosis
- Deterrence By Narcissism
- The Ultimate Famine
- Last Holiday
- How Fascism Works
- A Wild Sovereignty
- Something Deeper
- Absence and Emptiness
- Child Of That Hour
- On the Brink of Biocide
- Ever So Dangerous
- A Broken System
- Call and Response
- What It All Means
- The Burning World
- Before and After
- Dreams of the Scourge
- Let the Daydreams Grow
Chart Box
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