Saturday, March 30, 2013

Solitude and suffering, poetry and faith …

… 'My Bright Abyss" by Christian Wiman reviewed by Casey Cep | New Republic. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The task of finding expression for that renewal, Wiman argues, is imperative. He suspects that the decline of faith might even be linked to the decay of language that can describe faith. “We need a poetics of belief,” Wiman writes of our age, “a language capacious enough to include a mystery that, ultimately, defeats it, and sufficiently intimate and inclusive to serve not only as individual expression but as communal need.”

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