Dear folks,
You know how it is when you encounter something that brings to mind words
you learned and uttered in the Barn so many years ago. This poem published
just recently in The New Yorker reminded me quite a bit of Duke Senior's
meditative/inspirational speech in Act II of "As You Like It."
“Theodicy” by Nick Laird
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/08/23/theodicy?utm_source=twitter&u…
via @NewYorker
(This link may work better to get access to the link of Laird reading his
poem, which I recommend as much as the poem itself.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/08/23/theodicy )
Love,
Mike
P.S. Sienghom and I are driving cross country from DC to Oakland starting
on Saturday. We'll be in contact, but wish us luck!