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
- Forever Hungry
- Big Winds Will Come
- A Tale of Two Fires
- Wondrous Mystery
- From This Sweet Earth
- Here We Are Again
- You Be Good
- Scent of the Latent Commons
- Roots Into Deep Time
- Just Beyond Yourself
- Sacred Strides For Healing
- FB = Filter Bubble
- Revulsion Into Revolution
- Rebel For Life
- This Great Choir
- Beyond Politics
- Unite Behind the Science
- Where Grizzlies Dance
- Memories of Evil
- Our House Is On Fire
- Where Dreams Die
- Vision and Justice
- The Thermonuclear Monarch
- Unhinged
- Just Too Amazing
- Heart Lines
- Messengers of the Rope
- Power Into Silence
- Membranes Into the Future
- Beyond Human Supremacism
- 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
Chart Box
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