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THE COAT Cynicism, my ugly coat Donned when I go out, Distorts my shape, Provides escape, And deflects evidential doubt. My furry, fetid, mangled shroud Protects me from the babbling crowd, Slings of personal questions, Arrows of unwelcome interventions. Into…
“On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realised the new wonder; but even they hardly realised that the world had…
LITANY OF SILLY BANDS All you silly bands in Silly Band Land, play for us. Balding Heads, play for us. Boom Box Babies, play for us. Critical Grapefruit, play for us. Deficit Spenders, play for us. Dislocated Fingers, play for…
The season of Lent is a time of spiritual reflection and renewal. Here is a passage from The Third Revolution, by Karl Stern, which serves as an important and timely spiritual reminder – or fresh insight – to reflect on…
I’ve been getting into the music of Townes Van Zandt for a while now. I quickly began to look at him as the Warren Zevon of country. The two had a lot in common – – Both men died in…