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
- 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
- Limber Cruelty
- Words Into Being
- Experts Agree
- Living the Fall
- The Absent Emergency
- On Stolen Land
- Body of Proof
- A Gaudy Illusion
- Everything Hurts
- Time For A Reckoning
- A Modern-Day Lynching
- Reclaim the Darkness
- The Untouchables
- Nature In Control
- Fungus Among Us
- Prelude To What
- A Deadly Thaw
- What Remains
- Walking the Woods
- Violations of the Commons
- Adagio Against Fear
- Sleep of Reason
- Untitled Future Mutation
- Because They Were Here
- Along the Highway of Tears
- Just How Blind, America?
- Rescue Into Emergency
- Tyranny of Mammon
Chart Box
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