“The Doing of Sorry”

Our minds are endlessly engaged in the business of tidying up the landscape of the heart so that… we can feel better about ourselves.


Thousands of bits of paper are falling into ballot-boxes today, all over the country. It is a little thing, and can be done very easily, but mighty consequences may hang on the result.

—Private Wilbur Fisk of the Second Vermont, November 1864


Back in the fall of 2016, I was taking a creative writing class just for fun. This was my election day poem… just for fun 🤓:

Civic Duty

When I walk from the booth tonight,
 I need not feel distress.
I’ll drop the ballot in the box,
 Then smile and say, ‘God bless.'
No news or ranting talk show host
 Will fill me with regret;
As engine turns, release a sigh,
 It’s finished now, why fret?
So home I’ll go, where even though
 They wait, and wait, and wait,
I’ll raise my feet in solitude,
 Márquez, and me, and fate.
And when I rest my weary head,
 My mind will be at ease.
For I can say, without a doubt,
 I did not aim to please.
In silence, then, take time to pray,
 The Lord my soul to keep.
If Trump should win before I wake,
 My soul, Lord, you may take.


Drive-by sunset, where the Sheepscot branches into Back River


Nick Catoggio:

We deserve what we get now. And I do mean “we.” I deserve it too.…

I regret, and will always regret, that I didn’t recognize until very late what the conservative movement was becoming. I plead stupidity, not malice: Not until Trumpmania exploded in 2015 did it dawn on me that adherents of populist conservatism were happy to jettison the conservatism so long as the populist demagoguery got turned up to 10.

Whatever minuscule contribution I may have made toward us arriving at this moment, I’m sorry for it. All I can do to atone is make another minuscule contribution toward trying to lead us away and accept that, whatever Trump has planned, I’m part of the “we” that has it coming.



Wendell Berry:

[That the ends justify the means] is a vicious illusion. For the discipline of ends is no discipline at all. The end is preserved in the means; a desirable end may perish forever in the wrong means. Hope lives in the means, not the end.


I’m fine with hyperlinks — I use them, I find it useful when others use them. (I am an addicted pursuer of footnotes.) But not when the hyperlink is a stand-in for context! It’s infuriating to have no idea what’s being referred to unless I click the link. And the newsletter writers from The Dispatch are the worst offenders. If I completely refused to assume any references, it would take me a week to read half of one email from Nick Catoggio.

End of rant.


Currently Reading: Love’s Braided Dance: Hope in a Time of Crisis by Norman Wirzba 📚

A logic governs the way of hope. It is difficult to articulate because the way of hope is not linear, systematic, or smooth. It does not follow twelve neatly defined steps that, when taken in succession, lead a person into a hopeful manner of being. Instead, it is often meandering and circuitous as people attempt to live faithfully and mercifully with each other. False starts, improper motivations, and harmful choices, but also felicitous decisions, serendipitous encounters, and enduring commitments, often reveal themselves only along the way. This is why this book’s chapters take the form of essays that explore paths into what I take to be hopes animating logic. My aim is to narrate the experiences and journeys of various people so that the heart of a hopeful way of being can come into view.

These chapters, then, are complementary sketches that together draw a picture of what a hopeful life looks like, or, more exactly, they offer a series of improvisational movements that make a compelling theatrical performance in which hope appears. As people go through life, what do they encounter, what should they accept, how should they respond, and to what end? Hope registers as the desire to celebrate and further the loveliness and love-worthiness of this life. When we live a hopeful life, love animates what we do and why we do it.


An excellent book haul this week 📚