Why I Bother With Ritual: Poetry and Eikonic Atheism

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. – Novalis My wife hates poetry.  I think she feels intimidated by it, like it’s a secret someone is keeping from her.  I like poetry.  Now I am no T.S. Elliot fan, but I love Rilke and Mary Oliver.  The first poet I fell in love with was [Read More...]

There is only one infinite game: Life

As you know, I have been wrestling with the concept of death as an act of creation, specifically how to make of my own death an act of creation.  A few days ago, I found a book I have had for years which had fallen down between stacks of papers, Finite and Infinite Games, by [Read More...]

Dionysus Torn to Pieces: or, Being the Allergic Pagan

As I am sitting here struggling to breathe because of my allergies which have turned into a cold, and I thought of a poem by Robert Graves, one of my favorites: Poised in air between earth and paradise Paradise and earth, confess which pull Do you feel stronger? Is it of homesickness Or of passion? [Read More...]