tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post470925905169766767..comments2023-11-03T03:49:08.187-05:00Comments on Where Poetry Goes to Die: The Ugliness of the Inward GazeW.B. Picklesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-22743940057965220752011-02-19T21:50:48.787-06:002011-02-19T21:50:48.787-06:00Katherine, alas, but yes. Luther called it that t...Katherine, alas, but yes. Luther called it that the "incurvatus sei," being turned in on oneself. <br /><br />It sounds like life has been a little more turbulent than you'd like. I know what you mean about the state of the world; it can be troubling. Nevertheless, as the old hymn says, "My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness." On that basis I dare to hope a great deal.W.B. Picklesworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-22391673847702578502011-02-19T17:02:05.453-06:002011-02-19T17:02:05.453-06:00Hey there Mr Picklesworth ... I hope that this is ...Hey there Mr Picklesworth ... I hope that this is not an expression of ones self ... because your inner self is so not ugly!!<br />Sorry I've not been by in a while ... have had a lot of turbulence in my life over the last 6 weeks! Hope all is well in your neck of the woods!Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05667997972741557676noreply@blogger.com