Stubs make us think of banal erosions: pencils, payments, cigarettes, toes. If the stubs here are "doxologous", in what way is a hymn a banal erosion?

If aphasia is divine, as its speaker says, then to speak in a poem is perhaps BEYOND divine, or alternatively, beneath it. And to call these excerpts stubs, our brains as the editors wanted to find language for stub-as-form.

Beyond what these stubs made us turn over in terms of theory and theology, they also resurrected (or exorcized) in us a profound sense of confidence-- bordering on that of spiritual psychosis. They are intellectual, urgent, prophetic, and delightfully unhinged.

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