retread| Clarity 7 September 2007
Posted by EDITOR in ABD, Philosophy, Psychology, Spirituality.1 comment so far
Retreads are quality posts from yesterweeks that are given a second run on Saturdays. This piece was originally posted by ABD on 2 Nov 2006, and has been revised.
Clarity doesn’t precede decisions, it proceeds from them. Someone heard or read this somewhere, and thought it insightful enough to pass on. I am reminded of it now as I stand at an impasse of my own.
Life is a Terminal Illness 5 September 2007
Posted by ABD in ABD, Arts, Poetry.1 comment so far
Life is a terminal illness
That shivers in the shadow of death
…
Work in progress. Suggestions welcome.
retread| Ethics as Politics 5 May 2007
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Retreads are quality posts from yesterweeks that are given a second run on Saturdays. Here’s an ABD piece from 26 Oct 2006.
For some time now, I have stopped looking for the perfect solution in politics. This does not mean that one does not exist, but only that such a prospect is no longer frightening to me. More recently, I have been wondering whether the same might be true about the politics of marriage.
retread| Ten Poems: Lovelace’s “Lucasta” 7 April 2007
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Retreads are quality posts from yesterweeks that are given a second run on Saturdays. This piece was originally posted by ABD on 28 Sep 2006.
“Love me as I am,” we hear. “Don’t try to change me.” We don’t love heroes anymore, or maidens or heroines or saints. We love our best friends, our lab partners, our shipping clerks. And promise to love them just as they are.
So strange, then, to hear an appeal to love in the service of a higher cause.
Come In 5 April 2007
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You once fit
in the cradle of my knee:
you’d come racing to me, bury
your face in my shirt, and
I’d just hug the hurt away.
How do I reach you now when
you stand alone on the shore,
too far out to hear me,
too tall to give in?
Come in, my son, come in.
