St. Huncke By Jim Nawrocki Christ was hung between the thieves and forgave them amid the blaze and fly buzz of Golgatha, maybe he finally reckoned that thievery is nothing if not a borrowing of glory, the grand barter that’s truly the only real commerce of this planet. Think of the nobility of stealing a typewriter, it’s metal mouth and teeth, its heaviness (archaic now in the way all things will come to be), the power of words, the font of creation hefted just for cash. Oh how it must have felt to take on the burden and be free of it in the same day, the act of fencing, a sacrament, the act of borrowing, a poetry all its own.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 08:27:58 +0000
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