Death, passion, and Lamentations: Some reflections on Holy Week
(04/06/23 4:00am)
After chaos has wreaked havoc on our lives—when rubble and destruction are all we have left—we can find refuge in poetry.
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After chaos has wreaked havoc on our lives—when rubble and destruction are all we have left—we can find refuge in poetry.
“Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.” – Robert Frost
As I write this, an emboldened Russia is mercilessly assaulting innocent Ukrainian civilians, slowly inching toward Kyiv.
“Censorship is to art as lynching is to justice,” Henry Louis Gates Jr., professor of literature at Harvard University, once stated. Several thousand years prior, Euripides opined similarly: “This is slavery, not to speak one’s thought.”