I’ve taken to going through my bookshelves and rereading so much fiction these days. I seem to have rediscovered my great love for story — both hearing them told, reading them, writing them, and telling them to others. I fell out of love with story about 2 or so years ago as I perused and pursued deeper theology, mostly because my church heritage/culture didn’t really have anything there and typically frowned upon the average believer really studying theology. Such things were for the revered “theologians” who people respected but never really understood, since they were too “smart” for the average believer.
Continue reading “I like George Orwell….”
Jun 29 2005
I like George Orwell….
Jun 22 2005
What do I do? What can WE do?
My friend Erin was posting on her blog recently concerning Zimbabwe (Where is that you ask? It’s in South Central Africa, you ugly American!) and I commented upon it. I started writing so much in response that I copied & pasted it into a blog entry. Yeah, it’s cheating, but I wanted others to read about it.
Foreboding indeed….
Do we really need, as a global community, MORE people killing people over space? Mugabe (idiot and dictator that he is) is simply lowering himself to the tactics that the Israeli government has used against the Palestinians as a means of political, social, and economic repression for years now. My perennial question in such situations is, “WHY in the hell is this necessary?” What does he hope to gain by leveling thousands of homes? It’s not like he’s going to be rebuilding on top of these shanties to create more office space, more businesses, more jobs, and a better economy. He’s destroying just to destroy and I can’t even begin to understand/fathom actions of that nature.
More than that, I don’t even think he realizes what kind of hornet’s nest he’s stepping into with such actions. Does he really think that the political activists whose homes he’s destroyed will sit back and do nothing? Most likely not…. Or maybe that’s just it (says my cynical politically-oriented mind) — maybe he WANTS to mobilize his opponents against him in open conflict in order to hurt them even more, to paint THEM as the reactionaries who are rebelling against his government. Of course, that could backfire on him if the country as a whole decides that he’s the jerk who needs to be eliminated and NOT his opponents. Ugh…. The possibilities of even MORE bloodshed on the African continent…. My heart is crushed under such emotional weight….
And the saddest part is that the average American on the street has no clue this is going on. They couldn’t even pronounce Zimbabwe, much less know where it is. The fact that 200,000 politically active persons (this is probably lower if you remove the children of the families) have been displaced from their homes does NOT bode well for political stability in a country that has been notorious for tampered-with elections and other forms of repression. But does USAmerica even attempt to intervene in Africa? Not really, unless we’re hunting for natural resources to exploit….
Do we hear about this on CNN, MSNBC, NBC, ABC, CBS, or (God help us!) FOX? NO!!! We just hear more about lost Boy Scouts and missing rich white girls in Aruba. Not to say that those people aren’t important to their families, but are they worthy of national news attention? Not hardly. 200,000 people lose their homes overnight? That should make the news, but it doesn’t, unless it comes through natural disasters. I don’t think that the American viewing public could even fathom what’s happened in Zimbabwe, much less Sudan and those people died….
What do we do with this information? That is the key for me. What do I, as a politically and globally aware American, do with the information that there’s the possibility of an uprising in Zimbabwe, when we have YET to address what’s going on in Darfur/Western Sudan? What do I do? Any ideas??
Jun 10 2005
Discourse on Creativity
I’ve been conversing with a friend recently about books — mostly because he wants to read more, I’ve read more than him, and I love talking about books, learning, education, etc. We’re kinda looking into starting an online seminary, but that’s really ridiculous to say because neither one of us are ordained. We’re really getting into the business of sharing our information and bibliographies. I’ve always done this with whomever is interested in sharing.
This is NOT to say that I’m better than him because I’ve read more. I hope that no one gets that impression when I say that, because I have so many friends who are better read than I am on many topics. I’m always tapping into someone’s knowledge banks for new books to read on different perspectives about different topics. I have another friend who is very well-read and educated on the topics of the first-century Church and Judaism in general. I’ve got a couple of friends at church whose personal libraries and booklists I would love to sift through — one is a seminary graduate and the other is a doctoral student at Rice studying philosophy and theology. I like reading. I like learning.
That being said, this friend was asking about Art and Poetry and what books he could read on them. And I was struck by that question and thought through several questions at once.
1) What is Poetry?
2) What is Art?
3) Can there really be a book on those things, telling us what they are or are supposed to be?
4) Can those same books tell us what “good” poetry and “good” art are or are supposed to be?
5) What gives those books/authors the right to tell the reader what poetry and at really are or what makes them “good”?
6) And if you canNOT find those things in a book, how does one decide what they are and if they’re “good” or not?
I’ve been reading some poetry by Ranier Marie Rilke recently and have been convinced that I don’t really get poetry. Or maybe, I never really “got” it before and my preconceptions are being knocked down to the ground. If you take English or American Lit in High School (or even intro classes in college), you can understand what it’s like to LOATHE poetry. Too many of them stress cheesy, lovey-dovey poetry in iambic pentameter with simple rhyme schemes. And yes, I’m over-generalizing, but don’t I speak what many of us thought all throughout that segment in our English classes? Again I ask, what is poetry?
I do think that there are some necessary components and qualifiers, but nothing that should be listed as things that MUST BE THERE for something to poetry. However, I’m forced to think upon the scene at the end of “Dead Poet’s Society” where the administrator comes into Robin Williams’ classroom after Williams has been kicked out. The Admin asks the students to turn to this essay in the front of their books telling them what poetry is and should be. They all respond by telling the Admin that Williams had them rip out that essay because he feels that one can’t quantify poetry (and I include art here by transference). The Admin gets mad and most of the kids start standing on their desks reciting some grand piece of poetry that Williams taught them, in defiance of their Admin and his kicking out Williams.
Williams’ character had it right — you can’t “define” poetry (or art), but there still remains the questions of communicating them to others. What is poetry? What is art? How can we learn to appreciate them properly? How can we learn to create them? CAN we learn those things? What does such an education in aesthetics look like? Can you really BE educated in such things?
Any ideas? Or am I being too silly with such questions? If I’m a created being, and I was created to be a creative being, how does one cultivate those talents? What does such an environment look like? If, as does Draven and his wife, I would call myself a “Cultural Creative”, what does that look like? How can I encourage that creativeness in myself and others?
Art? Poetry? What are you talking about?
Jun 07 2005
Scene 2
Like Augustine — Scene 2
[Camera follows Simon's car from the street as it pulls into a driveway, turns left, and parks. As he parks, the camera pans 180 degrees to the right, focusing on a storefront, topped with a sign reading "The Shepherd's Shoppe" and then continues the circle to find Simon exiting his car. The camera zooms in on him as he begins walking through the parking lot, keeping him on the left of the screen as the rest of the screen focuses on the busyness of the street behind him and the emptiness of the parking lot around him. It's about 5 PM on a autumn day, so the darkness has begun to creep into the sky.]
Simon: [not looking into the camera, but wistfully gazing in the open sky as he mumbles to himself and strolls around the parking lot] I’m not even sure why I’m here right now. I don’t want to be here, but I just feel kinda stuck here. Where’s here? This store, where I’ve worked for 6 years now. Why else would I feel stuck here? I guess that would be why I feel stuck, but I also realize that I’m the one who keeps me stuck here. Of course, if I knew a way out, I would think that I’d have taken that way out by now. But I haven’t and that’s my problem. I still feel connected to this place for positive reasons, very positive ones. Here’s the issue at hand though — I think that most days, the negatives outweigh the positives in terms of number and severity of the issues at hand, but I’m still here. What few positives I can grasp onto keep me in a place that I don’t quite like too much. Why am I here? Seriously….
Continue reading “Scene 2″
Jun 04 2005
Kevin Bacon
NEWSFLASH!!
I haven’t yet made it hell today, which is a good thing in my opinion. I didn’t feel the minions of Satan dragging me down into the abyss last night, which is also a very good thing. Furthermore, I didn’t feel guilty about breaking the rules of the legalistic church history from which I’ve left, yet still plagues my spiritual development.
Yes, that’s right. I went out dancing last night with friends. I even drank 2 glasses of wine with dinner last night.
Yes, that’s right. I’m a sinner, bound for Hell in that proverbial handbasket because of my scandalous actions and behaviors.
Yes, that’s right. I enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it. Seriously. I had a good time and I’m not ashamed to admit that.
One of my BEST friends in the world celebrated her 26th Birthday yesterday and, to celebrate, she invited her closest friends out for dinner and dancing at a restaurant here in town. This restaurant came complete with a live band playing salsa/merengue music, with a few cheesy Top 40 hits thrown in there, and a decently-sized dancefloor. Being a musician (guitars & drums), I have rather good rhythm, but as most musicians know, that rhythm frequently doesn’t translate to having great moves.
That all being said, I had a great time. First off, I was with some of my best friends in the world. Second, there was a 2:1 Girl:Boy ratio (6 girls & 3 boys), which is an excellent ratio if you’re a single guy. Third, I allowed myself to get out of my shell and have fun without worrying that some church leader is going to run in the door, kick me out of leadership, and damn my soul to hell for dancing with girls and drinking some wine. It was a very freeing experience in a very spiritual kind of way for me. It allowed me to break out of some inhibitions that I’d created for myself and just enjoy being with people.
I had my own Kevin-Bacon “Footloose” experience. Go out and find your own. It doesn’t have to be dancing, but there’s probably something out there, some bit of socialized church behavior from your past that’s been holding you back. Find a way to break free of those bonds. You’ll be a better person for it and you might actually have a bit of fun along the way. Besides, where do you read in the OT or NT where dancing and wine are bad things?
