I confess that I missed Confession Tuesday as I was doing Taxes.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
On Spring
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
Journal Bits 2-13-11 to 3-26-11
- Sunday 2-13-11: Reasing in Ariel's Gift
there were a couple of things [that] caught my attention. One is the difference between the ordering of the poems in the origional Plath manuscript and they way they first appeared in print. The Plath order of the poems begins with Morning Song and ends with Wintering. This makes the first and the last words of the manuscript love and spring. For all the edginess of Plath's more notorious poetry, this ordering of the manuscript has a positive upward movement that is not generally associated with these poems the way they were ordered in its first publication.
- Saturday 2-20-11: Yesterday I has a rejection letter Rattle.
- Wednesday 2-23-11: The envelope is closed / to outside influences / sealed like the tamper proofing / of nuclear material / in an unreliable foreign nation
- Monday 2-28-11: There across my lap covering / my left hand is an RPT25 / I've come to view it as and extension / of my soul. Feeling its leather / smelling the earthy sent / swell in my nostrils / invites memories of games played / of my son throwing heat... my daughter who was more apt to toss lazy flys for me / to camp under like falling starts.
- Monday 3-7-11: consider - metaphor is for things you can't say... are your images ornamental or do they have broader vision? "Poems are not read, they are reread." Terrance Hayes [source for all this was Terrance Hayes Master Class]
- Friday 3-11-11: His God had volume / his God embodied totality / fundamentally his God / was the word in all its plurality / all that is named and all / that remains to name / his God was living, growing / his God was language
- Sunday 3-20-11: "Each time of life has its own kind of love." ~ Leo Tolstoy
- Friday 3-25-11: "The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?" Pablo Picasso
- Saturday 3-26-11: It's cold - I mean Burr Cold outside... I paid $3.44 for gas today - my God this is insane.
- Saturday 3-26-11: Darkness follows / the headlights eat / white hash marks....
Thursday, March 24, 2011
A Tolstoy Moment
Art is not a handicraft, it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.
~ Leo Tolstoy
Why?
There were several things that I had running through my mind today that I thought when I finally got to this page I might write about but along the way a read a blog post that I on occasion gravitate to. Upon doing so, I was reminded that this was the anniversary of the assassination of Archbishop Oscar Romero 31 years ago. Thirty-one years? It seems like in many respects it was only yesterday. This takes us back to what many like to think of as Morning in America a phrase coined by Ronald Reagan. If you are one who thinks this was a simpler time, remember the turbulence in Central America. Remember Reagan Administration selling arms to Iran and the proceeds from covert arms sales to fund the Contras in Nicaragua in blatant violation of an act of Congress. Yes, and all you hear today is praise for Ronald Reagan, and Republicans push and shove each other out of the way in their quest to be the quintessential Reagan Republican. But I digress.
In her blog post Kristin Berkey-Abbott said she could think of "few other people who lived during the second half of the 20the century who more deserve sainthood" then Archbishop Romero. She argues that Romero, like Jesus must have known what wrath he was bringing down upon himself, but he did not back down. Until the end of his life, he called upon us to reform our earthly systems, systems that enrich a few on the backs of the many. Romero and Christ both show us that the forces of empire do not take kindly to being criticized. The the death squads that roamed the country, the social-economic inequity, the human rights abuses by the government and the murder of a personal friend who dared to intercede on behalf of these issues for the people were too big a burden to shrug off and Archbishop Romero would not be the quiet complacent caretaker of the Church that the Vatican wanted him to be. The result was essentially the same as his murdered friend. The Archbishop was gunned down as he celebrated Mass.
I think of President Obama's trip to South America and how many divides remain between the America's to this day. I think of the uprisings throughout the Middle East and the clamoring for democracy by those who know so little of it, yet do know the pain of repressive rule. I think of people in this country who pray to God and find fault in everyone else. With all the problems in many countries, we who have so much seem to have a way of looking past the plank stuck in our own eyes and are so certain everyone else must see things as we do.
If our theology is not a liberation theology, then why was Christ so given to the blind, the poor, the sick, the weary? Why was he so angered by the money interests in the temple? Why did he love those who are often the least loved among us? Why? And why do we not?
In her blog post Kristin Berkey-Abbott said she could think of "few other people who lived during the second half of the 20the century who more deserve sainthood" then Archbishop Romero. She argues that Romero, like Jesus must have known what wrath he was bringing down upon himself, but he did not back down. Until the end of his life, he called upon us to reform our earthly systems, systems that enrich a few on the backs of the many. Romero and Christ both show us that the forces of empire do not take kindly to being criticized. The the death squads that roamed the country, the social-economic inequity, the human rights abuses by the government and the murder of a personal friend who dared to intercede on behalf of these issues for the people were too big a burden to shrug off and Archbishop Romero would not be the quiet complacent caretaker of the Church that the Vatican wanted him to be. The result was essentially the same as his murdered friend. The Archbishop was gunned down as he celebrated Mass.
I think of President Obama's trip to South America and how many divides remain between the America's to this day. I think of the uprisings throughout the Middle East and the clamoring for democracy by those who know so little of it, yet do know the pain of repressive rule. I think of people in this country who pray to God and find fault in everyone else. With all the problems in many countries, we who have so much seem to have a way of looking past the plank stuck in our own eyes and are so certain everyone else must see things as we do.
If our theology is not a liberation theology, then why was Christ so given to the blind, the poor, the sick, the weary? Why was he so angered by the money interests in the temple? Why did he love those who are often the least loved among us? Why? And why do we not?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Just wanted to point out...
The Accountant
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Confession Tuesday - The Tulips are up edition.
Dear Reader:
It’s been one perigee full moon, one King’s Speech, countless puppy potty training trips to the yard, too much news on the TV and much consternation over world affairs since my last confession.
I confess that I have not written well this past week. I’ve not had much success at focus which perhaps accounts for some of the problem. Then there is in yet another way too much focus. Confused yet? Let me help you.
First I’m speaking of the setting in general. Too much distraction from too many external forces tends to lead to the frustration level that hinders a writer’s effort. Distractions, interruptions, those kinds of things. Then come recognition that what you are doing sucks. So at that point you press yourself forward trying diligently to create something and this more singular focus approach is the overkill that dulls the creative process. A more relaxed approach is needed. Like a dieter who starts with some kind of cleansing phase before maintenance begins, the head needs to be clear of excessive linear thoughts. Open to more possibilities. I confess I wish I could bottle this condition and store it in the cellar like grandma did her canning to call upon later as needed.
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I’ve found myself looking backwards a lot lately. I confess I’m not sure what but in doing so I catch myself longing for those days. I think if I could choose to be a certain age again It would likely fall somewhere between twenty and thirty. This whole exercise in reflection is nonsense, still I wish for those times again – maybe a part of me wants a do-over but there is something about those years that I long for as well.
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Only 10 days till the Synesthesia –Art gallery showing. Yes, I confess I am still Oh so excited about it!
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I noticed the Tulips have broken ground in our front yard. I confess this makes me happy!
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Lately I’ve turned to twitter for breaking news stories often during the day. I confess I don’t know if this is a good thing or not.
~0~
For some reason I’ve been thinking about gardening this week. I confess I’ve no explanation. I’ve not had the best success at it in the past. I’m actually thinking more of flowers and landscaping then vegetables. Though a strawberry patch would be cool. And I could go for some watermelon. :)
That’s it for this week… Thanks for reading and have wonderful week!
It’s been one perigee full moon, one King’s Speech, countless puppy potty training trips to the yard, too much news on the TV and much consternation over world affairs since my last confession.
I confess that I have not written well this past week. I’ve not had much success at focus which perhaps accounts for some of the problem. Then there is in yet another way too much focus. Confused yet? Let me help you.
First I’m speaking of the setting in general. Too much distraction from too many external forces tends to lead to the frustration level that hinders a writer’s effort. Distractions, interruptions, those kinds of things. Then come recognition that what you are doing sucks. So at that point you press yourself forward trying diligently to create something and this more singular focus approach is the overkill that dulls the creative process. A more relaxed approach is needed. Like a dieter who starts with some kind of cleansing phase before maintenance begins, the head needs to be clear of excessive linear thoughts. Open to more possibilities. I confess I wish I could bottle this condition and store it in the cellar like grandma did her canning to call upon later as needed.
~0~
I’ve found myself looking backwards a lot lately. I confess I’m not sure what but in doing so I catch myself longing for those days. I think if I could choose to be a certain age again It would likely fall somewhere between twenty and thirty. This whole exercise in reflection is nonsense, still I wish for those times again – maybe a part of me wants a do-over but there is something about those years that I long for as well.
~0~
Only 10 days till the Synesthesia –Art gallery showing. Yes, I confess I am still Oh so excited about it!
~0~
I noticed the Tulips have broken ground in our front yard. I confess this makes me happy!
~0~
Lately I’ve turned to twitter for breaking news stories often during the day. I confess I don’t know if this is a good thing or not.
~0~
For some reason I’ve been thinking about gardening this week. I confess I’ve no explanation. I’ve not had the best success at it in the past. I’m actually thinking more of flowers and landscaping then vegetables. Though a strawberry patch would be cool. And I could go for some watermelon. :)
That’s it for this week… Thanks for reading and have wonderful week!
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