Whoa. Kurt casts a loose net on the other side of the boat and pulls in a huge catch. I'm referring to two posts, really: this poem, which made me literally gasp at its tragic geopolitical acuity, and the previous post, so rewarding in how it blows open the closed lid of my statement of the problem. This ties in well with my ruminations on Joe's "sartrean freak-out about aloneness": viz. that language, in all its weakness, is one extremely powerful thing we have to bring us together, across great distance and, most incredibly, (if the hermeneutics are blowing right) over centuries.

Kurt also links a couple of blogs that I'll need to add to my blogroll.