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
- 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
- Agency of the Nonhuman
- Hold Still and See
- Sanctity and Revenge
- America Embodied
- Carbon Ideologies
- Sometimes Lies Are Prettier
- Symbolic In Their Afflictions
- It Don’t Mean A Thing
- On the Brink
- Life After Nature
- For the Hanged and Beaten
- Time To Leave
- Informational Dominance
Chart Box
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