A Beautiful Thing: Broke-Ass Loves Thomas Merton

Psalm Prayer: Monday, Dark

Take thought tonight. Take thought tonight when it is dark, when it is raining. Take thought of the game you have forgotten. You are a child of a great and peaceful race, an unutterable fate. You were discovered on a mild mountain. You have come up out of the godlike ocean. You are holy, disarmed, signed with a chaste emblem. You are also marked by forgetfulness. Deep inside your breast you wear the number of loss. Take thought tonight. Do this. Do this. Recover your original name.

from Thomas Merton’s “Book of Hours”


About brokeassgrouch

I'm goddamned broke and grouchy. I live in the middle of the damned ghetto and raise chickens for eggs; grow all my own vegetables and fruit; bake the bread and make the cleaning products. Why? Because I fucking have to, that's why! That's what you do when you're fucking poor! You have to make the shit yourself, dumb-ass! Broke-Ass Grouch is sick of all you Bennington and RISD trustafarians yapping about your "urban farming co-ops" and your "carbon conscious lifestyle" and your "green choices" in the Times Styles section and every alternapress periodical that you can pick up for free in every eye-wateringly expensive, edgy bakery or green-market. Maybe when you have a trust fund, you can make "choices" or have a "lifestyle" or "decide" how to "spend" your "money." Excuse me, but Mama is just trying to feed her kids over here, you little shits. And stop spraying your art-school graffiti on the fence of the vacant lot across the street from my house. I know who you are, and I'm telling my friend Keith (who lives in the projects) that it was you who painted that cartoon of the African mask. So what can I tell you? I don't fucking know. I know a lot about being broke, sure as Bob's your fucking uncle. I know about how useless an Ivy League degree is when you're flat-ass broke. I know how to unclog a drain with baking soda and vinegar, and I know how to make my own CHEESE, for fuck's sake. You tell me.
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One Response to A Beautiful Thing: Broke-Ass Loves Thomas Merton

  1. Alicia R. W. says:

    I’m posting to your Thomas Merton post because I don’t know where else to post and the day that you posted this, my friend told me I needed to read Merton, and my house was filled with Merton by my divorced, first-generation (late 70s) ordained United Methodist minister (I’ve since become Jewish…).
    After reading your Times column last week, I picked up a copy of your latest book and found a strangely parallel story to my own and found that you were putting things in a perspective that hadn’t occurred to me, mainly because I didn’t see them as part of a larger generational issue but one of a crazy family with too many intergenerational demons.
    And I just wanted to say – for whatever its worth – that your book has been a blessing to read even though it’s made me think about things I would rather forget. (I’ve also told a mutual friend (yes, I checked out your Facebook page), Jennifer B. to pass along this message to you as well.

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