A poem for Sunday
The Fall of Rome by W.H. Auden The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic grow the evening gowns;...
Daily Archive: February 8, 2009
The Humanitarian Empire
Scott wonders again whether there isn’t a place for humanitarian intervention, or a sort of anti-imperialist version, and asks if perhaps the problem is not so much the idea behind such a foreign policy,...
