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I won’t abandon my integrity, even if you abandon me
I feel like talking about the Book of Job again, because (1) I’ll be giving a talk that starts out with my Job poem “Sermon” next month & (2) I’m reading a lot of old emails about a particularly Job-relevant period of my life. Continue reading
Good, evil, & great waves of god
Hokusai & the Japanese earthquake and tsunami — Job & the Voice from the Whirlwind — what’s all that got do do with good & evil & the justice of god? All that, & a tattoo.
Posted in No Way Way
Tagged aha, Book of Job, Christianism, god is the universe & everything in it, Hokusai, Japan, tattoos, theodicy
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Actually, I kinda like clouds…
Clouds are actually really beautiful, when I’m not feeling grey. A little about the aha! experience of 1984, when I permanently came out of my former self-hatred.
Posted in depression
Tagged aha, Book of Job, Caprica (TV), clouds, giving up self-hate, grey, poem excerpt, Sylvia, Voice from the Whirlwind
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Job 42.13
A poem based upon a verse in the Book of Job, with an account by a Kansas farmer who saw the inside of a tornado in 1928.
Posted in No Way Way, Poems
Tagged Bible, Book of Job, natural disasters, poem, theodicy, Voice from the Whirlwind, writing
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Buddha in the coffee shop
My Side Street Saturday included an encounter with a handcarved Vietnamese Buddha of white-grey marble, which its owner hopes to sell as a fundraiser for Veterans for Peace. A little about Job, integrity, cold, & low atmospheric pressure, too.
Posted in Cold, Journal, No Way Way
Tagged Bible, Book of Job, Buddha, Cold notes, integrity, Side Street Espresso, theodicy, Voice from the Whirlwind, winter, writing
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Sermon (a poem)
“I take as my text the Book of Job — / for are we not like him, innocent, / suffering, crying out for justice? / are we not like him, each of us / surrounded by these righteous, / these pious friends who so love us, / who console us with false accusations, who comfort us with lies?”