Thanksgiving Is Ruined

The Personal is Political. The Political is Personal.

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January 04, 2006
why blog? (New Year's edition)
Though language may be useless, for
No words men write can stop the war
Or measure up to the relief
Of its immeasurable grief,

Yet truth, like love and sleep, resents
Approaches that are too intense,
And often when the searcher stood
Before the Oracle, it would

Ignore his grown-up earnestness
But not the child of his distress
For through the Janus of a joke
The candid psychopompos spoke.

from Auden's "New Year Letter (January 1, 1940)"