Titanic Revelations

Sometimes we don’t know where certain messages come from as we muse, fingering some words to give our intuitions substance. I think this poem comes from the haunting reverberations of the Newtown massacre, but also the dim sense that the nation may have been shocked a little out of its worship of the Great God Gun. While a Congress corrupted by the armaments lobby may yet disappoint us, the voices are still there, calling us to a new birth. So I share it with you, somewhat raw, somewhat incomplete perhaps.

Tomorrow we leave for seven weeks in the Western Cape of South Africa and the central deserts of Namibia. I’ll try to report on some observations and reflections while we are there, but my postings may not be as frequent. On the other hand, this country that we love, with so many contrasts and mirrors to our own, may provoke me to more thoughts. Stay tuned.

Here is the poem, whose tentative title reminds us of an arrogance that led to disaster a century ago.

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In the catastrophe

the end

the fall

they only knew of evenings

full of entertainment….

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2 Responses to Titanic Revelations

  1. Tim says:

    May your beautiful and compelling words awaken us to deeper levels of choice, caring, and responsibility.

  2. Stephen Mott says:

    Are you going under a particular institution or on your own? I forget what you may have communicated on that.

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