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
- 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
- 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
Chart Box
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