Monday, November 22, 2010

the coordinates of paradise

Not far from this toxic vestige of industrial mania and the ancient topography of the area's watershed medievalist Nicola Masciandaro, drawing from Dante, may help us understand how we can love so deeply something so sullied. If my intuition serves me, that is. Maybe I'll see you at the Observatory?

Meanwhile in Haiti human angels are hard at work cleaning canals. “We do the bad,” Mr. Fils-Aimé, 41, said of his work, “and maybe people won’t get sick.

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