Wednesday, December 15, 2010
there is man and there is woman and
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
God bless us
to the exclusion of lesser borders,
The prayers concealed in what I have been saying is, not that patriotism should cease, and not that the talk about universal brotherhood should cease, but that the incongrous firm be dissolved and each limb of it be required to transact business by itself, for the future."
-Mark Twain's Notebook
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
a spider web is stronger than a stone
Music is science
Sunday, December 5, 2010
I wrote this to a friend, or something like it
Monday, November 22, 2010
don't tell me what to do, tell me who to be
Monday, October 25, 2010
what thoughts you have entertained you have done
Saturday, October 2, 2010
a short thunder clap of current rivers
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Maybe the world breaks on purpose
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
trouble
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
After Telluride, it was said better than I could. but later I will try.
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
— Margaret Atwood
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
How am I different than the picket fence beside me?
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
how can i savor? what i am now
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
just as I cannot raise the sun
Friday, March 26, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
oil paint takes ages to dry
Saturday, February 27, 2010
the eskimos have no word for war
Trying to explain it to them
Leaves one feeling ridiculous and obscene.
Their houses, like white bowls,
Sit on a prairie of ancient snowfalls
Caught beyond thaw or the swift changes
Of night and day.
They listen politely, and stride away.
With spears and sleds and barking dogs
To hunt for food. The women wait
Chewing on skins or singing songs,
Knowing that they have hours to spend,
That the luck of the hunter is often late.
Later, by fires and boiling bones
In streaming kettles, they welcome me,
Far kin, pale brother,
To share what they have in a hungry time
In a difficult land. While I talk on
Of the southern kingdoms, cannon, armies,
Shifting alliances, airplanes, power,
They chew their bones, and smile at one another.
- Mary Oliver
to have no word for a thing that is real
does not mean it is not real
but it shows your order of things
your personal communal order of what is real
between the men you eat with, know,
and share with.
you have no word for war.
perhaps that means you have no communities
within earshot that deeply richly believe different
things, and therefore fear the difference
or desire your river and land and coast
I do not know, but there are things I wish were
still a mystery to me. though..
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
i am a culprit.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
To simplify the truth for children requires a deep understanding of truth. C.S. Lewis understood this.
Monday, February 15, 2010
What if I give an answer to the problem of the world?
justification vs. the reality that 95% of people don't live within a community such as IC... our youth will grow different. I believe that. prophecy brother. only time will tell, and were a thousand conversations from that day. exchange. exchange.
JJ: The electric change coursing through youth, the 1001010101 in our skin, is not an enemy, any more than the written word, the shaping tongue of speech. It is a tool that self and gluttony indulge, and shallow conquering poison... But the change is being woven in, strewn seed on fertile soil of men longing for a different world, and some communities engaging the world the different worlds will see the retreating water before the wave. To call it as it may be, to prophesy, is to open yourself up to fail. But why live if not to see and try and claim and fail or win and change the living to what it has always wanted to be. Exchange is why I long for Chicago streets.
I longwantneed to hear your thoughts, your unpacked ponderings, on the explosion of words I gave you the other day. This philosophical endeavor, the daring suicide of actually positing an answer to the worlds problems, is my suicide calling. Walk with me brother, if not to your own death, to inform mine.
Monday, February 8, 2010
is it a period or an ellipsis
I was impeded by a problem I never knew I had: my hidden but stubbornly entrenched skepticism about the existence of the spiritual realm. Like most postmodern Westerners, I grew up in a culture permeated with empiricist notions about reality. Philosopher Charles Taylor writes that often we consciously hold one set of values and assumptions but unconsciously live by another. . . . My hidden skepticism provided me with a hundred handy doubts right when I most needed them. Maybe all this disruption could be blamed on menopause after all. Maybe it was strictly a psychological event—the ego overcompensating for an inferiority complex? People delude themselves all the time, don’t they?- Paula Huston
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Deliberate time together.
Last night, an impromptu society was created.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Me against the machine
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
More than adventure.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Leonard Cohen on the state of Christianity
and much of it is contrasted with the selfishness of the "modern"
individual. I was wondering what's your take on the state of
Christianity today?
Leonard Cohen: Dear Seth, I don't really have a 'take on the state
of Christianity.' But when I read your question, this answer came to
mind: As I understand it, into the heart of every Christian, Christ
comes, and Christ goes. When, by his Grace, the landscape of the heart becomes vast and deep and limitless, then Christ makes His abode in that graceful heart, and His Will prevails. The experience is recognized as Peace. In the absence of this experience much activity arises, divisions of every sort. Outside of the organizational enterprise, which some applaud and some mistrust, stands the figure of Jesus, nailed to a human predicament, summoning the heart to comprehend its own suffering by dissolving itself in a radical confession of hospitality.