I’m sure that some have noticed the dearth of posts over the last few days. Well, part of the reason for the current lacuna is that I have been in the process of moving back to Portland from Eugene, Oregon where I have spent the last two months. I was spending some time working out of the offices of Wipf and Stock Publishers, though from now on I will be working off-site, and in fact for the next two months I will be working from my own home. So far so good.

There are a lot of exciting projects happening at Wipf and Stock with which I’m excited to be affiliated. Right now I’m spending the bulk of my time on a forthcoming book by John Milbank, entitled The Future of Love: Theological Interventions. It is a collection of some of Milbank’s most important essays, both early and recent, dealing especially with the issues of theology and politics, religious pluralism, and Milbank’s overall theological agenda. It promises to be an important volume to anyone interested in Milbank’s theology.

Also, incidentally, we have also just finished up another book by Milbank entitled The Legend of Death which is Milbank’s collected poems. It promises to be a good read for anyone theologically-minded who also has an interest in poetry. It should be available in a matter of days or weeks and most. Here is one of the many notable poems (page 10):

Early Autumn Vagrant

A day brushed with lemon.

Luminous wafts
of light lapping frequently
like inverted shadows
beneath a dull-cast heaven.

All ignored by the brimming
schemes of afternoon pastures

for their harvest of sun-tide,
with wave after wave of
wind at last blindly illuming

the bench of the end of everything:
all cast-up, awaiting unknown salvage.

It has all been perfect,
but has left me languished,

my world swept away from me
and myself along with it.
My bodily eyes, self-bereft,
watch my soul depart on its last
and surest voyaging,

while I read on eagerly
in the book about love
as the dusk sweeps out
the open clearness.