Tripp York

The Death of a Southern Saint (Why I have a friend in Jack)

With the death of Will Campbell I can only feel a little less hopeful about the prospects for Christianity (at least in North America). Yes, Southern Christianity somehow, miraculously–despite itself, even–produced this wonderful saint, so . . . there’s always hope. And, of course, we have the memory of Campbell, along with his writings and […]

Chad Lakies

RESOURCE: Richard Kearney on Narrative Imagination and Catharsis

We haven’t done a RESOURCE post in quite some time. And since things have been dormant here for a bit now, it seems a good time to point readers to some worthy material for further pondering and perusal. The work of Richard Kearney does not get as much attention as it deserves (at least I […]

Tripp York

Only in America . . .

To be fair, this happens in many different places other than the United States. Historically, the ability to turn a pacifist into a terrorist is nothing new; it should simply be noted when it occurs. And, you know, it’s occurring–again. So, if you haven’t already read this article by Fran Quigley (and I’m sure, many of […]

Tripp York

Ignoring Nature No More

“If all (hu)mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago. If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos.” E. O. Wilson My wonderful friend Marc Bekoff (who just so happens to be super-tight buddies with Jane Goodall–which almost makes […]

Nathaniel Rogers

Lord, Make Me Unchaste, but Not Yet: A Review of Brett Foster’s The Garbage Eater

Brett Foster, The Garbage Eater (Evanston, IL: TriQuarterly Books, 2011).   It is said that we are what we eat, that our appetites and outputs are in sync. Often, that’s also the case in the relationship between reading and writing. In reading Brett Foster’s debut poetry collection, The Garbage Eater, it becomes readily apparent that—for […]

Brett Foster

William Banks’s Wager

In “William Banks’s Wager,” Brett Foster reconstructs a letter from William Banks, a British clerk who venerated the famous Mount Grace Priory, in which Banks beseeches the monks’ prayers and confesses, with slight pleasure, a certain theft.

Brett Foster

Luke 13:30: Tired Application

In a weary admonition, the narrator of “Luke 13:30: Tired Application” instructs us to be watchful at the end of days, to look with grim hope at the “One coming who’s casting out devils, making the blind see.”

Tripp York

“When I met you I said my name was Rich . . . “

I just can’t figure out which is more offensive: 1) The statements made years ago by Mike Jeffries, CEO of A&F. 2) The ‘shock’ of the middle to upperclass masses who were, apparently, oblivious to how horrible they were to overweight and poor people in middle/high school. (Seriously? These comments came as a surprise to […]