January 2011
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Now every time I sit down to write, I can’t help but think about coming up with something as creative as “the red walrus of History.”
Man Writes Poem by Jay Leeming This just in a man has begun writing a poem in a small room in Brooklyn. His curtains are apparently blowing in the breeze. We go now to our man Harry on the scene, what’s the story down there Harry?...
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“Surely if anyone can see Jesus it must be people like us. I suspect, like Samuel trying to choose the king from Jesse’s sons, we assume we would know what a king or savior should look like. But we do not see kings, saviors, or the world just by looking. Rather, Jesus claims we learn what it might mean for the world to be saved by learning to see him… For let us confess that our...
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“Read… poems to yourself in the middle of the night. Turn on a single lamp and read them while you’re alone in an otherwise dark room or while someone else sleeps next to you. Read them when you’re wide awake in the early morning, fully alert. Say them over to yourself in a place where silence reigns and the din of the culture - the constant buzzing noise that surrounds us...
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“There is absolutely no inevitability as long as there is a willingness to contemplate what is happening.”
- Marshall McLuhan, The Medium is the Message
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They Sit Together on the Porch
BY WENDELL BERRY
They sit together on the porch, the dark Almost fallen, the house behind them dark. Their supper done with, they have washed and dried The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses, Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work for two. She sits with her hands folded in her lap, At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak, And when they speak at...
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