Joseph P. Clancy The Resurrection of the Words Quiet-voiced ironists still rule the day. They deconstruct the texts we trusted in. Those words must end their dancing, come what may. Their fine...
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nections between the lessons of autism and other human problems in its discussion of the effects of Nazi concentration camps on their victims. Bettelheim calls this type of human experience an...
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but misery and despair, if not drastically curbed, can in the very near future force them to become both rebellious and Communist. The governments of Central America give the impression of...
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He at once illuminates the work and his own inner life which has been fed so richly by books. He leaves little doubt about the bases on which his opinions are so surely anchored. Teilhard has said...
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a good? It is these lacunae, partially, that deny "The Best Man's" most arresting figure---the Nixon prototype --more than a circumstantial reality, neglect his singulaxity as a phenomenon----one...
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helps to emancipate all bishops in the measure of their needs; to subordinate all lesser loyalties to their true dignity as successors of Christ's apostles. These, then, are some of the possible...
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Lourdes: A Poem by Joseph P. Clancy I. Trapped like an idiot in a wilderness of feeling You hold to faith like Ariadne's thread, reeling Yourself, a willing catch, to Mary's gaff, Hearing...
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LAZARUS, UNTOMBED Lazarus, untombed, Walked the Bethany road Gravely. The crowd split From the light in the pallid Flesh, the unfocussed Eyes in the skull face, The haloing stink. Birds...
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THE DOUBLE I did not choose this road: the crack Of birth discovered me upon my way Following in all weathers my own mirror. The man who walks before me wears my shape, Gloves myseh~ fingers,...
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A SIMILE FOR MADAME As a calm, gracious city, open to the sea, Keeps in high state the antique festivals, Knowing that, should fear break the threaded dance, The music stumble into...
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mire my work even though my ideas are alien to them. An atheistic writer, for example, may read me for reasons of style, or because he is curious about my version of a world which is, after all,...
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Two Poems for Christmas Christmas, 1951 IFOR THE CARMELITESJ A SHES of paper, ashes of a world Wandering, when fire is done: We argue with the drops of raint Until One comes Who walks...
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