The Address
The letter was simply addressed: l’Étranger, Rue Perdu, Nevers. It contained an account of the war and of life before war. […]
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Crisis of Meaning (And Yes, You Will Misunderstand)
Churches contribute to gay suicides, most Americans believe. I wonder if blaming region also somehow gives it more power or credence […]
Diēs caniculārēs
In these dog days of July, I feel the heat dissipating every ounce of strength my body once contained. My […]
Quaeritur: Aber ein Sturm…
How does a poet write history? I once began with this question. But after several years of focusing on the […]
Nothing To Say
Two strangers hired to stomp around my attic in hopes of repairing the AC circuit board that was fried by […]
Exams, Part II
Today’s field/question: the ontological turn in 20th-century hermeneutics. At least that’s what I think the theme will be. Perhaps my […]
Exams, Part II
Today’s field/question: the ontological turn in 20th-century hermeneutics. At least that’s what I think the theme will be. Perhaps my […]
End of It to Begin
Today is the last day of 2008–an arbitrary date and an arbitrary number. The older I get, the more in […]
End of It to Begin
Today is the last day of 2008–an arbitrary date and an arbitrary number. The older I get, the more in […]
Project Blog It: Words
I’ve been reading Ricoeur as a near-end-of-the-semester treat, so I’m not sure if I even have anything to say about […]
