Ragged Beauty: An Alternative to the Operations of Power
Here’s a fragment of ragged beauty — stripped to the bone, tarnished and stolen — etched on the Roman night almost 21 years ago to this day. A rendition of a song written nearly half a century ago now, and built in part upon one of the earliest surviving lyrics in English, “Westron Wind”:
“Cryst, if my love were in my armes
And I in my bedde again.”
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