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(written in early 2014) …I am talking, of course, about Flannery O’Connor and Wendell Berry and G.K. Chesterton and C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. They were all great–hell, they are all great–but they are not contemporary. Their fight was against the liberal theology of the time, how the modern mind sought to destroy the idea … Continue reading Untitled #5

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“Hey, friend,” I say on the phone, sitting at home, alone and tired, but calling the seventh person in a row where they’re going to be tonight at eleven or so, “I’m glad you picked up; I was just thinking about you— what’s up?” I get up from my chair from where I sat cross-legged, … Continue reading Untitled #4

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This is the first verse of Kesha’s Song of Solomon: Wake up in the morning feeling like a lily (What up daughter?) Got my Rose of Sharon with me, I’m gonna be a city (Lets go to the garden) Before he opens up my door in the night so black I check then crawl in … Continue reading Untitled #3

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Creation makes us laugh. It’s like a child that tries to steal away from you, sliding out of his high chair behind your back, but you turn around and catch him. And you both laugh, but he can’t speak yet.

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When I am sitting, hiding from the noise, behind bookshelves in libraries, sometimes people walk past and the books shake in a wave with them. And I hate these people intensely for one second.

On OVER-THINKING And PERSONAL ANALYTICAL THINKING and Other Thoughts Inspired by What Seemed to be the Sad End of David Foster Wallace

    When I say PERSONAL ANALYTICAL THINKING, I do not mean introspection nor do I necessarily imply the depression that comes with it. I mean the attempt we all make to constantly frame ourselves in an objective box of our own making so that, in order to better understand the world, we first go … Continue reading On OVER-THINKING And PERSONAL ANALYTICAL THINKING and Other Thoughts Inspired by What Seemed to be the Sad End of David Foster Wallace