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
- 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
- Of Plankton and Plastic
- Killed By Police
- Miners of the Self
- Descent Into Darkness
- Forgeries of the Self
- Strange Loops
- Pepper Loves You
- Erasure of the Unseen
- Precarity and Suicide
- A Place of Harm
- Words In Freedom
- Slavery and Slaughter
- The Fierce Urgency
- Irresistible
- Oceans of Plastic
- Be Like the Fox
- Under the Ice
- Obedience and Dictatorship
- In A World Thus Diminished
- Nothing More Difficult
- Where Life Begins
- In Grace and Reverence
- Another World Is Possible
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