Mary Karr’s poem on the resurrection imagines Jesus longing for life and returning to fill us in turn.
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It’s Your Limbs He Comes to Fill
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On Leonard Cohen’s Suzanne
Cohen’s “Suzanne” is a poem about spiritual searching.
Why Jesus Used Parables
Why did Jesus use parables? Because fiction is more powerful than straight exposition.
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Berryman Predicted Trump’s America
Berryman’s “Dream Song 46” is an unsettling description of today’s America.
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Being a Man Improved God
Tylias Moss provocatively claims that being a man improved God. Her poem makes a compelling case.
Enter by the Garden Gate
“Paradise Lost” and Lewis’s “Magician’s Nephew” pick up on today’s Gospel reading, where Jesus warns against false prophets.
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The Dreadful Sound of Trump (not that one)
Wednesday On Monday I hosted what proved to be a lovely luncheon (an onion tart, ratatouille, and a trifle) for Vanderbilt University Librarian Valerie Hotchkiss, who was in Sewanee to discuss a presentation I will be giving at the university on the card game Speculation. Jane Austen fans will recognize it as the game played […]
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Bronte on Eye Plucking, Hand Severing
One of Jesus’s most graphic images serves Jane Eyre in a moment of supreme testing.
The Bloody Flesh Our Only Food
I share a Good Friday poem by T. S. Eliot and a Passover poem by Norman Finkelstein.
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