Two Ash Wednesday poems, by Malcolm Guite and Julia Bates, wonder at the mystery of the creation that arises from dust.
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How Did This Dust Learn to Sing?
To Ljubljana, with Love
A Life in Literature: Our second visit to Slovenia and how Walt Whitman became associated with my 15 minutes of fame.
My Son, Second Generation Lit Blogger
In which I praise my son’s second generation literary blogging.
Yeats’s Second Coming as Fascist Fantasy
Wednesday I recently came across an interpretation of William Butler Yeats’s “The Second Coming” that is getting me to rethink the poem. While I’ve written about liberals who believe that the Trumpian rough beast slouching toward Bethlehem as a bad thing (for instance, here and here), I didn’t consider that Yeats might actually be welcoming […]
AG Bondi as Don Trump’s Consigliere
In testimony before the House Judiciary Committee, AG Pam Bondi proved herself Trump’s loyal consigliere (c.f. Puzo’s Godfather).
T.S. Eliot, Tolkien, Gaiman, and ICE
A post associating a T.S. Eliot quotation, a Tolkien passage, and a Gaiman episode from “American Gods” with ICE’s withdrawal from Minnesota.
Great Trees, Apostles of the Living Light
In his book on the Transfiguration, John Gatta notes that Christ showed the God is present in all creation, not in the human part of it.
Looking Back at a Lifetime Together
In the latest memoir installment, I look back at my marriage to Julia.
Race Passing and Pretti’s Killers
To understand why Latino Border Patrol agents might have killed Pretti, the race passing novels of Faulkner, Roth, and Larsen are useful.

