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     RESPONSE TO'RAHMAN‘: 
     
    
   
   
    
     My Dear Rohman: 
     
    

    
     But why apologize when in 
     
     good faith? 
     
    

    
     And how lucky am I to have 
     
     extracted such criticism! . 
     
     Whence the courage for it? 
     
    

    
     Admittedly, the argument I 
     
     put forth to Mr. Glass was 
     
     obscure and subject to many 
     
     interpretations. I shall 
     
    

    
     nattempt to alleviate this 
     
     pronto. 
     
    

    
     The core of the argument I 
     
     SOught to pursue was: that 
     
     'about which one knows, one 
     
     cannot believe: that which 
     
     is believed , cannot be 
     
     known: and, since Christian— 
     
     ity (or, rather, that about‘ 
     
     which Christianity is con— 
     
     stituted, namely, that there 
     
     is a God: Christ is His one 
     
     and only Son who died and 
     
     was resurrected that sin 
     
     may be cleansed from the- 
     
     world7“and that belief in‘ 
     
     ‘that doctrine makes you a 
     
     Christian, which necessitates 
     
     a "leap.") stands or falls 
     
     ‘on the acceptance of this \ 
     
     "faith" (which is religio— 
     
     moral) which is expressed 
     
     through belief, all know— 
     
     ledge must”be pushed aside 
     
     in order for the "faith" to 
     
     be maintained. This con- 
     
     stitutes a blatant denial 
     
     of reality (which is the 
     
     known world) in favor of a 
     
     faith which offers deliver- 
     
     ance from human reality. 
     
    

    
     It is, then, self—defeating. 
     
    

    
     Let me ask you whether or 
     
     not you know of the news- 
     
     paper you now hold, or do 
     
     you believe it is in your 
     
     hands? If you know it to 
     
     be there, then what necess- 
     
     itates belief that it is 
     
     there? Can you believe 
     
     what you know? My position 
     
    

    
     .is that you cannot. On the 
     
     other hand, can you know 
     
     what you believe? 
     
    

    
     Again, my answer_to this is 
     
     no. To know is to have 
     
    
   
   
    
     sensual access: whereas, 
     
    
   
   
    
     to believe admits of no suc 
     
     access. w_ 
     
    
   
   
    
     What is known in know-« 
     
     ledge? Experiential data. 
     
     What is believed in belief? 
     
     That about which one re- 
     
     quires faith to accept since 
     
     lack of sensual acCess per- 
     
     mits of no knowledge. There— 
     
     fore, if one begins to artic— 
     
     ulate what the content of 
     
     faith is, then that implies 
     
     a knowledge which was hither- 
     
     to not there and , since one 
     
     does not require belief in 
     
     knowledge, then the content 
     
     Of faith ceases to require 
     
     words, if Christianity (the 
     
     essence of it) can be ar- 
     
     ticulated, itfbecomes know— 
     
     ledge and is no longer a 
     
     faith. ’ 
     
    

    
     'I trust you are now clear: 
     
     if not, please continue the 
     
     dialogue to ensure greater 
     
     Clariety on the matter. 
     
    
   
   
    
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     4- . .LTHE CAnnE.:IUES~. OCT-'23: 1973 . 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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     ALMOSTA YEAR 10 
     
     RECOGAIZECUBA... 
     
    
   
   
    
         
     
    
   
   
    
        
     
    
   
   
    
     \‘I wait“ 
     
    
   
   
    
        
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     AND JUST 18 DAYS 10 
     
     RECOGNIZE THE NEW. 
     
     CHJLEAN GOVERNMENT. 
     
    
   
   
    
         
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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     RECORD «3 
     
     IMPROVING! 
     
    
   
   
    
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     In Chaotic Review of the Anti-intellect 
     
    
   
   
    
     .Seas weep and the hand 
     
     moans to follow. 
     
    

    
     It cannot seize that sullen 
     
     sorrow, shake from the 
     
     sound purpose or crude ob- 
     
     jective, so it twists from 
     
    
   
   
    
     ‘ the rocks below, 
     
    
   
   
    
     where the sun weeps to 
     
    
   
   
    
     follow the hand twisting 
     
     in rage. 
     
    
   
   
    
     A tall man, cruel Bohemian, 
     
     with scars complete, weighs 
     
     this and that disaster, 
     
     computing the magnificence 
     
     of varying degrees of 
     
     success. 
     
    

    
     Since he has no hand, 
     
     quivering chin‘throbbinq 
     
    
   
   
    
     Speak Now of the Women 
     
    
   
   
    
     Speak now of the‘women, 
     
     branded, girdled by fiery 
     
     chain, maimed by opression. 
     
     The women, flanded by 
     
     security, revealed in re— 
     
     action: writhing in gnarled 
     
     emotion for a summitless 
     
     past. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Speak of the women, 
     
     churning, turning, burning 
     
     their’fears. 
     
    

    
     The women, 
     
    

    
     coping, hoping, roping \ 
     
     their peers. 
     
    
   
   
    
     in some dull savagery must 
     
     suffice. 
     
    

    
     Now it shakes with stutter 
     
     of dust or some ringing 
     
     solitude, to crush the 
     
     hand bent to follow. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I am not meaht to puncture 
     
     the maids' eye, kneel in 
     
     silence of stealing the 
     
     hearts grim silence, 
     
     stealing the pain of the 
     
     sould theft of spirit 
     
    

    
     from fire. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The gunner runs from the 
     
     wounded, clawing merciless- 
     
     ly at his face. 
     
    
   
   
    
     * * * * *r * 
     
    
   
   
    
     The women who please, 
     
    

    
     The women who freeze, 
     
    

    
     The woman who's fired, 
     
    

    
     The woman who's tired.‘ 
     
    

    
     The women who've thrilled, 
     
     And the women who've killed 
     
    
   
   
    
     Now notice this: 
     
     lying with a lady, 
     
     Who clings in anger? 
     
     Who sobs in despair? 
     
    
   
   
    
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