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The Age of Dullards
O this age—this slack-jawed, sleep-walking, soul-starved age— with its minds like mildewed barrels, its imaginations shriveled like worms in winter…
Nov 19
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Farasha Euker
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Odysseus and Argos
When Odysseus stands before Argos, the world pauses. It is not a meeting of creature and owner, but of two sparks from the same primordial flame, long…
Oct 31
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Farasha Euker
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Sermon Against the Machine
A Christian existentialist exhortation to live life to its fullest and to reject technology
Oct 17
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Farasha Euker
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Introduction
May 25, 2022
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Farasha Euker
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The Spirit as Adversary of the Soul
Aug 24, 2023
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Farasha Euker
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A Letter to an Inquirer Stating the Errors of Radical Non-dualism
Aug 21, 2022
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Farasha Euker
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Theophany, Part One
Jun 4, 2024
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Farasha Euker
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The Desert Fathers and Ourselves
Aug 3, 2022
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Farasha Euker
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About D. H. Lawrence
May 25, 2022
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Farasha Euker
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Mother of God
O Mother of God— not the marble woman of the basilicas, not the pious dream men kneel before in candlelight, but You, the dark, molten, breathing…
Oct 7
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Farasha Euker
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North
North—north— the wind like a wolf-whistle, white and whistling, north—north— the night of the north flares like a blue-black banner of frost. O cold…
Sep 14
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Farasha Euker
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In memoriam: Shelley
2014.09.18-2025.07.02
Jul 2
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Farasha Euker
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Bolzano
A prose poem
May 6
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Farasha Euker
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Pan
I. In the high pampas, where the dust rides the horse’s flanks like flame,
May 6
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Farasha Euker
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Suburban Hell
O you demons of the emerald lie, you petrochemical priests of the lawn, you keepers of suburban Hell — I raise my voice, not in prayer, but in fire. You…
Apr 24
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Farasha Euker
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Pagan Pensées
The gods do not dwell in the heavens, nor in the shrines erected by men, nor in the formless wastes of abstraction—they live in the sap of the trees, in…
Apr 3
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Farasha Euker
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The Sermon of Mount Analogue from the Gospel of Lawrence
He stood upon the slopes of the mountain, the sun a molten pulse behind him, great and golden, a throbbing fire that knew no mechanism, no dull iron…
Mar 26
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Farasha Euker
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Anti-Machine Aphorisms
The Machine is the end of the blood’s pilgrimage. Man, in his folly, has forged his own tomb from iron and called it progress.
Mar 25
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Farasha Euker
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Cult of the Dark Gods
What the dark God is can never be said—Nor, in the knowledge sense, known… I think the earth is alive—I think all the universe is alive… Turn again to the dark gods and have reverence again, and be grateful for life.
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