Romanticon

A Revival of Romantic Letters

Ours shall be a garden and an orchard, fecund and irenic, yet wild still—a wildness preserved and transformed—whose fruits grow from the old storm and stress that enrich as they dissipate into new forms. A spontaneous overflow of feeling—antagonisms, schisms, and conflicts—recollected in a tranquility which might allow us all to move forward from the waste lands of the first quarter of the twenty-first century.

Neither to escape nor to forget, but to reflect on the avoidable errors, unused paths, and self-destructive feuds that have brought us to where we are today. It is only through such reflection that we will begin to dream new forms of being-self, being-together, being-with-Earth, with-Cosmos, and with other kinds of creaturely life. Such dreaming and rumination—a hard and fast distinction we mean to confound—will take the shapes of art and poetry, of philosophical disquisition and speculation, of critical analysis and polemic. And more.

Our garden, which we call Romanticon, tongue half-in-cheek, is an imaginative and discursive space for the release and fulfillment of the truth which lies in human souls and in nature—through their interchange with each other and other souls.