Wednesday, February 12, 2014


I was reminded of Caputo's review of a book on a debate between Zizek and Millbank in this post, where God is dead, or undead. Some comments on atheism, belief, Hegel's dialectic and more are therein. All of which reminds me of this fungoo, a poetic and bastard hybrid of haiku and fangul.

I see a ghost on the horizon
calling me to follow.
When I get there
loose rags on a tattered fence.
I look up and he's still there on the horizon, beckoning.

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