…link. I promise a decent post on the morrow. For now, let me recommend three splendid posts worth reading elsewhere:
Jeff at Feminist Allies has a terrific post up in which he invites dialogue and discussion about masculine identity. He’s especially interested in talking about how we deprogram our own learned tendency towards violence.
Jen Lemen, whose return to blogging ought to be celebrated by all, has a fine post up about words, ways of knowing, trust and guts. Excerpt:
There are all those things you are supposed to do, supposed to know, supposed to believe. And then there is that other list–that tiny secret one called “Things I Know that I Know.” This list is little, but it packs a lot of punch. I have episodes of shyness about this list because it feels so strange and wild to be so sure of anything during times when so much seems to be falling apart.
Chris Clarke, a beautiful human being whose beautiful prose makes me consider abandoning blogging altogether, is facing the imminent decision to put Zeke, his long-time canine companion, to sleep. His post today is gorgeous and heartbreaking, as all truly important writing about animals ought to be. It’s NSFW, if we define “not safe” as encountering that which will make you weep.
I read his post just before walking into the second half of a lecture I was giving on Edmund Burke, the Congress of Vienna, and conservatism. I hope that students couldn’t see I had been crying.
Correction, Hugo: that decision looms in the next few days, but Zeke is still with us.
I will correct that Chris, my apologies. My own emotional response was so visceral it obscured what you were actually saying. My bad. Love to you, Becky, and Zeke.
No, no worries. I understand how it happened.