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James Agee’s Aperture of Awe
When a friend told me (late Thursday) it was National Punctuation Day I got upset. I wished I’d known earlier; I would have done something. When the knee-jerk regret wore…
Plath and a Surgeon’s Knife and Pen
Part of our KtB retreat last week up at Blue Mountain Center involved leaping once again into the great conundrum — how to define Killing the Buddha? In ten words…
“I Only Desire”: Poet Monks
Running into a monk at a hostess bar in Kyoto was as jarring to me as bumping into a rowdy rabbi or Baptist minister at a strip club. Though all…
Triptych
The 12-year Chafe Polyester-blend uniforms are hairshirts for children The first time (I confessed) I made sure I would get Father Riordan, the dreamboat Irish priest. Face-to-face? Definitely. First confession,…
When God Created Pigeons
When God created pigeons he probably thought: Man needs a flying crap vacuum as he reached down into his big bag of rocks and took his Bubbalicious bubblegum out of…
Margaret Speaks Her Mind
I don’t believe in God, she says. I think it’s make-believe. Then she whispers But I won’t say that around people who believe in God so I don’t hurt their…
We Knew Nothing Then
We knew nothing but that we must do as told, that no harm would come to us. We knew we were working towards peace, and we moved everyone off the…
Bread of life à la James Beard
The body of Christ is best enjoyed with great lashings of butter and thinly sliced onions (More at Instant Poetry)
The Poem of Force
Some time ago, a dear friend shared with me a photocopy of some sections of Simone Weil’s essay The Iliad or The Poem of Force. I remember being haunted by…
Truly It is a Good Friday
Chemo and pulling ivy are far preferable to incense, stations and kissing the cold feet of Jesus.
the ineffable
H.S. Haid sent us a nice letter that’s worth sharing (note, however, that we’re not quite “brothers”—3/4 of the KtBniks are women these days!): Bless you my brothers, for I…
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