To know you need help that you cannot somehow conjure up through your own power frees you. You have to turn from yourself to something outside yourself.
With humor at the fore, 'Lost for Words' seems to arrive as a self-imposed respite from investigating the traumas of St. Aubyn's autobiographical Patrick Melrose.
The collapse of establishment Protestantism as the American civil religion, Bottum asserts, has left a deep void that sends ripples of unease through the culture.
All of us have our own imaginative lives that affect and are affected by our exterior worlds. The poet is someone who finds a language that expresses this truth.
Would we be silent at our monastery meals, or would we whisper? Would we hide in our cells or go off on chatty walks in the woods? Both/and, it turned out.
