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For Solomon Burke

In the midst of our railing against religion, it can be easy to forget the human heart that lies within its crumbling machinery. I have long been a lover of traditional gospel music, particularly the kind that developed among African-American … Continue reading

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In Honor of National Death Month

And so, October is upon us again. Though the United States is largely divorced from its agricultural origins, for many, this month still marks the heart of harvest season. For the European ancestry that peppers many of our fellow citizens’ … Continue reading

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Collecting Dust

Some people collect stamps – famed portraits in miniature or paper windows opening upon far-flung places to which they never will carry reports of illnesses, miraculous recoveries, unexpected deaths, or funerals one wished to attend, short courtships and long engagements, … Continue reading

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Only The Cat Will Remember

When, at last, all these false lights tire of pressing at the patient dark and, flickering unstoked, expire, one by one, ‘til Jupiter’s spark, the sun, the moon, the stars entire, Pole-girding Aurora’s jade arc, the bioluminescent fire, Vulcan’s spittle … Continue reading

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Descartes’ Charioteer

René Descartes gazed with awe upon the Specter of Doubt he’d raised, but wept when he saw It swallow L’Esprit de L’Âge in Its unremitting maw. * * * Enslaved then until his death, he built It a chariot christened … Continue reading

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The Myth of Self-Cultivation

Upward into life, they rush – Though gravity bids them, “Stay!” – Channeled this and that away, To feed an undying tree With dim dreams of Liberty, ‘Til limb, leaf, and blossom blush. Their ripening fates now bend The branches … Continue reading

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