The Elevation of the Individual In the Christian Story

The following is an excerpt from Erich Auerbach’s 1929 publication, Dante: Poet of the Secular World – ‘The story of Christ is more than the parousia of the logos, more than the manifestation of the idea. In it the idea is subjected to the problematic character and desperate injustice of earthly happening. Considered in itself […]

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And then – the glory…

In what is my estimation, John Steinbeck’s finest novel East of Eden, he moves in and out of a sermonic discourse that thunders from another place where beauty dances in the human heart and speaks to the kind of experience that shatters the dim world we so often feel confined to: Sometimes a kind of glory […]

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In the Beginning – An American Myth (Re-post)

When you’re going to hit something on the nose, hit it hard and fast and often. — Aristotle… or Confucius (whatever, I found the quote on the internet)   … Only the flicker Over the strained time-ridden faces Distracted from distraction by distraction Filled with fancies empty of meaning… — TS Eliot from Burnt Norton, […]

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Yeats’ Haunting Vision – The Second Coming

There are few poems in the English language as bone-chilling as WB Yeats’ “The Second Coming”. This year marks the century anniversary of a poem that captivated and terrified the modern world. One needn’t be familiar with Yeats’ Irish nationalism, Theosophical inclinations, or his occultism to gain entrance into his imagistic rendering of the collapse […]

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Christmas in an Age of Contagion

As Advent gives way to Christmas, we hear the angelic song, “Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to men…” (Luke 2:14) announced at the birth of Jesus. However, twenty centuries later any honest person must ask where is this peace? We see what Jesus foretold in the Olivet Discourse regarding the […]

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The Overlong Hours For An Old Drunk

It’s winding close to 4AM and I won’t sleep, maybe not at all tonight because there’s something about the stillness of a tender night that is soothing. Not long ago I couldn’t handle the terrors of the silent hours, so I drank to ensure they would never come. Three years ago I took my last […]

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