On the killing of Bin Laden
I had thought to write something astute about the great dance that broke out upon the skull of Bin Laden. I had thought to chastise the Sun and its squalling RO...
I had thought to write something astute about the great dance that broke out upon the skull of Bin Laden. I had thought to chastise the Sun and its squalling RO...
Published in last Saturday’s Edmonton Journal. It’s the same story (see previous post), but with a different ending—an Easter ending.
There was a meal, an emblematic foot washing, a betrayal. Jesus walks into the night, to the Mount of Olives, and then to Gethsemane. But before moving in...
I find myself listening to a 40 year old recording of my aunt Irma singing ‘The Holy City’ and remember the riots of mimicry and mocking, the operat...