Praise the Mutilated World, For Which God Died.

Sometimes a poem comes along that sticks in your head and you find yourself occasionally recalling, if not its exact words, at least the effect it had on you. Adam Zagajewski’s “Try to Praise the Mutilated World” is like that for me, and Good Friday of the Lord’s Passion is why. The poem: Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberr... More

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