I want my words to be cold, icy clear, and hard as diamond, not melting all over the place like a pile of slops. I have been laden with responsibility, you see. Whatever I say must love truth – not just tolerate or include or concede truth, but reach at it like a drowning man…
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Five-Finger Scales: “Counting Rhyme”
1. Sorrow is a legion of worn women with crepe skin and black shawls and brooms. The whispering of the straw scrapes the floor as they quietly shunt dust out the door, shake the crumbs from billowing tablecloths that churn and coil in the wind, held tight by gnarled fists. When they are finished with…
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T.S. Eliot on the Brain: His Faith (?)
While T.S. Eliot is has a reputation as a Christian poet and certainly uses oodles of Biblical imagery, I don’t think Christians should read him as a Christian poet. First an exposition of Eliot’s style: His post-conversion poems are given a sacred quality by his use of a metaphysical flavor – he uses sensory images to convey a…