The Globe, 1647, Wenceslaus Hollar
By about 1973 I had already written, “my search for God continues.” Where had that come from? Culture? Nurture? My atrophied Catholic upbringing? Or the call of the soul within?
Beyond Postmodernism
The Globe
Now I can see it. Now I understand. It was there from the beginning. In the earliest journals and poems that I wrote, more than thirty-five years ago. It was the object of the vision itself that attracted me. The vision was the universal form, yet particular, and timely, capable of change and evolving, consonant with the experience of real, imperfect people in concrete situations, unique cultures and times.
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