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Meditations on Augustine

by Joe Weil Arts & Society
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In terms of revelation, this most well-reasoned church father, this prince of rhetoricians, this ghost that haunts the whole of Derrida is left weeping violently under a fig tree and allowing the chanting voice of some gender undetermined child to determine the course for the rest of his life.

What do I mean when I call myself a Catholic poet?

by Joe Weil Poetry and Poetics
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To me the only true failure, and it is an aesthetic failure more than a moral failure, is to be blind to the beauty that lies embedded in the ferocity, and merciless vitality of life itself–the risen Lord in the daily and lowly and broken sprawl of things.

Poem of the Week: Robert Kelly

by Joe Weil Poems of the Week
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[Poem for Easter]