Thursday, May 28, 2015

Crumbs Upon the Water




Observations: Physical, Political, and Otherwise


A squadron of sparrows launching from the nearby trees into synchronized descent about the birdbath, a complex fluttering dance, an aerial ballet of faith and physics...

It's not that so many of the very rich make so much money that offends one's moral sensibility, it's that so many of them spend so much of it on themselves.

I have lived my life with my head high in the clouds, yet I've kept my feet firmly planted on the ground, a posture which, while affording an occasional fleeting glimpse of a distant epiphany, results in tremendous pains in the back and neck.

Economic observation: It's not entirely true that a rising tide lifts all boats. In fact, it swamps a multitude of smaller craft.

Bar room vignette: looking to spark a conversation he asked her what her sign was, and she responded, "No Trespassing."

Bar room vignette (politically incorrect version): looking to spark a conversation he asked her what her sign was, and she responded, "For Rent."

...an ingenious ignorance, born of a principled refusal...

I view my life rather as a lengthy exposition of the self-evident, often tedious, occasionally profound.

What I call my conservatism is, in reality, just my earlier liberalism scarred by experience.

Society does not exist for the creation of profit; profit exists for the creation of society.

...the Saint Columbianus Home for Retired and Recovering Heretics....

Sartre posited that "existence precedes essence." I would say rather that "existence is the education of essence."  (...and on the basis of that principle continue the experiment of my life?...)

It is not necessary to submit capitalism to the norms of distributive justice; properly ordered capitalism is the norm of distributive justice.

A genuinely free society must chose between the only two possible solutions to the vexing problem of "income inequality," taxation or  philanthropy.


Education in a free society must first of all be civic education, early, profound, and enduring.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Of Word and Number






In the beginning was the word.
(Sire of the image)
Defining of the facts
Of flesh and of mortality
Of time and space
And thought beyond the scope of all and either.

And then the number.
(Sire of the real)
Confining of the facts
Of flesh and of mortality
Of time and space
And thought beyond the scope of all and either...

I spoke before I counted
Cooed consonants and vowels while she pinched
my splaying toes and sang soft piglet melodies,
chanting with her dancing touch one, two, three,
and all the way home...

And so I knew at coming in this world, water spilt
into the shock of gasping air that words were
touch and song and wonder and giggling number
only hung on them to ornament their sense.

Time wore on me and taught me rigid math,
instructed me in minutes, hours, days and years,
spinning infant music into silent sums with which
to weave a world more solid than the dreamstuff
of my singing soul.

I fell into the real unwilling
caught in calculus, described in graphs,
balanced plus and minus, sine and cosine,
profit, loss, and times divided, arc and segment,
into all the creeds of common commerce.

Number gave us peace statistic
and I did not complain nor fault companions
overloud for lusting after space flight, making
metrics god, hanging scale on worth, nor hold
them guilty for its other stubborn sins.

Like birth, like death, eternity's a
word that will not compass measure,
so coming at the end I yearn again for
simpler thoughts that outpace calculation and
tickle soaring souls as singing fingers once did toes.

So now at last the number.
(Finished, summed, and bleak)
Confining of the facts
Of flesh and of mortality
Of time and space
And thought beyond the scope of all and either...

And soon again the word...
(Pray God)
Defining of the facts
Of flesh and of mortality
Of time and space

And thought beyond the scope of all and either.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

An Opinion (One of Many)

  



I am confused by the controversy over gay marriage. Indeed, I am wearied by it and wish to settle my opinion and move on.
From the point of view of a secular society --- which, properly speaking, is the only point of view permitted any state save a theocracy --- "marriage" is entirely a matter of contract law. The duties, rights, responsibilities and privileges attendant upon "marriage" are wholly civil matters. In granting a "marriage license" the State acknowledges the intent of the applicants to enter into a specific binding contract definitive of such duties, rights, responsibilities and privileges and simultaneously indicates that it will recognize the validity of such a contract and administer it as it does any other contract freely entered into, as a matter of civil law. The State, therefore, is itself responsible for the current confusion and controversy by virtue of its continuing to issue "marriage licenses," a demonstration of its failure either to understand or to clearly express the nature of its interest and authority.
As its interest in and administration of this contractual arrangement is exclusively civil, the State can only issue licensure for entry into a Civil Union. This limitation on its authority holds regardless of the gender of the contracting parties, and the State can only decline to issue such licensure, again regardless of the gender of the contracting parties, to the extent that the applicants fail to meet the common criteria of age, rationality, and free volition requisite by law for entry into any contract. The resolution of the conflict, then, lies in the State's ceasing to issue "marriage licenses" altogether and, in accord with its proper authority, to issue only licensure for Civil Union. As the State's interest is confined solely to reality under law --- to the contractual nature of the union --- it has no stake in the semantic squabble; parties bound contractually in such a union are free to refer to their joined status as a marriage if they so choose, whether it is formalized before an exclusively civil official --- a judge, magistrate, justice of the peace, etcetera --- or sanctified by a religious body in accordance with the dictates of its communal conscience.

Friday, April 3, 2015

An Autobiographical Note

  



Indentured (as are we all) to the implacable exigencies of material existence, I served a long, happy, satisfying, productive and profitable employment at the Cleveland Museum of Art, ending as its Director of Facilities, in which role I assisted in the institutional navigation of its complex and compelling re-imagining. Simultaneous with that social effort, I pursued several equally compelling private endeavors. I was for several years the cartoon editor of Eschatology Today, the renown (and too little referenced) journal of end time speculation. I sat for a number of years on the board of Escuela Oscura y Tragica, the highly regarded Life Preparatory Institute founded by distant relatives of Miguel de Unamuno, the Spanish essayist, novelist, poet, playwright, philosopher, and professor of classical Greek. I still serve on the Collections Committee of the Museo de los Pecados de la Humanidad, the Institute's cultural  outreach center in Sonora, California. I was a contributing editor to Elucidations: A Compendium of Profundities for All Occasions, winner of the 2006 Writers' Forum Bukowski Bar Tab Award. An amateur gardener, I regularly contributed articles to West Virginia Hill Country Horticulture and New Age Gardening.
Upon my retirement from the Cleveland Museum of Art I was honored to be named Managing Director of Say What?, the litero-technic collective founded in the early 1970s by my esteemed mentor and teacher, the late Alexander Burnbridge (see this blog of 27 September 2014). Working across media disciplines under the umbrella of what we call the Cassandra Project, we are presently engaged in assembling Burnbridge's voluminous notes, drawings, film and video clips, wire frame sculptures, and musical fragments for theremin and baritone recorder --- what he referred to collectively as his "plastic intellections and psycho-active assemblages" --- into the "instantaneously accessible multi-loci simultaneity" that he predicted would only become comprehensible in the last decades of the twenty-first century. Determined both to affirm that prediction and to best its timeline, we hope to present it by 2026 as a "symphonic perturbation" under Burnbridge's own working title, The Big Whirly: Life As Ontological Theme Park.
Sustained in my private life by my wife, my son, and my cat, I age quietly, watching the changing of the seasons, listening to the music of the spheres.    

     

Friday, March 27, 2015

Some Meditational Seedlings From Recent Readings





"I find myself daily less consumed by the reality of the world as it is and more and more convinced by my dream of the world as I believe it to be." Ourio, Boris. The Wheel of Purgation and the Sins of the Fathers. Chicago: Connectivity Press, 1967. Print.

"True art can always and only do this one, single thing: make perceptible to the eye, the ear, and the mind the position and the progress in time of all that is common to the human soul, tracing the arc of a divine evolution, affirming revelation." Ourio, Boris. The Wheel of Purgation and the Sins of the Fathers. Chicago: Connectivity Press, 1967. Print.

"The poor and ignorant are the raw material for the creation of a new reality, one that ruthlessly eliminates them both. Capitalism in the service of aggressive materialism is the compulsive force in the evolution of that reality." Wroth, Ruth. On the Third Day: A Generational Discourse. Kent: Inversity Littlepress, 2009. Print.

"It may be true that the world ever belongs to youth; age, though, is ever its financier: in the realm of Spirit as in that of economics, progress is always the result of sound investment." Brakwynd, Reverend R. Hamilton. Pep Talk: A Collection of Sympathies. Minneapolis: Agape House, 2009. Print.

"In what ways is it acceptable to direct the progress of evolution? Is such manipulation even possible, or is the very thought itself so tightly tautological --- for by definition evolution is the direction of man, both as object and as actor --- that it winds itself into a whirl and dizzies? This is the root dilemma of our history: we find ourselves moved to reconsider the wisdom of remaking man's consciousness, questioning our moral fitness for the task even as we undertake  it with ever accelerating rapidity." Paschem, Donna N.  "Resuscitant Disconsolations." Stasis and Statute Dec. 2008: 64-73. Print.

"I am a passivist and as such stand in quiet opposition to all the rabid activists of the world. Passivism is the necessary counterweight to all the sound and fury that surrounds us. I sit without stirring, at once caring and uncaring, my mind's eye fixed on what I know to be a distant glimmer of the divine, as I watch the world play out in much the same way as my cat watches, mesmerized, the video aquarium I display for him on my computer screen." Kingsley, Fischer. The Insolence of Science and the Futility of Art. Toronto: Periwinkle Co-operative, 2012. Print and Kindle.


Thursday, January 22, 2015

A Brief Meditation On Current Events




My parents cautioned me to avoid to the strictest extent possible for as long as possible these things in this world: doctors, lawyers, and conversations about politics or religion. Advancing years make the avoidance of doctors increasingly more desirable, increasingly less possible. Casual observation and brief reflection effectively demonstrate that in America our lives are enmeshed by lawyers, despite any and all effort to decline formal commerce with them. The profusion of pundits throughout all media is proof that not only is any caution against political conversation more honored in the breach than in the observance but that the consistent disregard of that caution constitutes a materially profitable industry.
That leaves conversations about religion.
Appropriate certainly in Sunday sermons and schools of theology, perhaps also in self-help groups, spiritualist covens, and psychological coffee klatches, such conversations are deemed to have little substantial merit --- apart from the obligatory nod and timid lip service paid to "shared values" --- in the national discussions of a society inviolably committed to the separation of church and state.
That is, until the mounting pressure of events drives thought toward reexamination.
Which brings us to the current situation, to Islamic extremism, to the rise of the Isilian calumnate, to the terror born of an illness in Islam, to a publicly declared and brutally elaborated ideology so opposed to any conceivable understanding of the nature of God as to constitute not a faith but a slander on faith, a blasphemy against both reason and belief.
To characterize the evolving conflict as a "war on extremism" is to ignore the central fact of its religious specificity and by so doing to cripple the national ability to confront it. To consider it from a historical perspective fundamentally as the eruption of an abstract political force onto the world stage is equally debilitating. What we are now observing in its nascent stage is Islamic extremism. It is political Islam, the imposition by force of sharia theocracy. The religious qualifier is genetic of the phenomenon and essential to our understanding of it. To refuse that qualifier admittance to our thought and to our speech is to render thought empty and speech mute.
It is insufficient to deploy in opposition to such a religious consciousness merely the vapid theologism of a "coexist" bumper sticker, regardless of how fundamental the value of tolerance is to one's understanding of existence and to the social structure of one's nation. Let me walk with you and see the face of your God that I may show you the face of Mine. Tolerance may begin there. All may undertake such a pilgrimage. But all on that long ecumenical walk must recognize in what they see something familiar, each to his own soul  and all to that shared by all souls, regardless of the angle or acuity of one's particular vision or of the distance from which one looks. And all must reject the absolutely unrecognizable, the absolutely alien. Faced with abject depravity we can't all "just get along."
I acknowledge that our culture makes the requisite conversation difficult. What we call freedom is perhaps the highest of our spiritual values, and it is possible only in the lee space between political and religious authority, precariously suspended between Church and State and entirely accountable to neither. A cabinet level Department of Theology is anathema to us, a Presidential Commission on the Nature of God a logical impossibility, yet the absolute absurdity of such specific concepts cannot quite negate the validity of the intuition that underlies them, that in the current situation, faced as we are with a threat of mutating magnitude firmly grounded in a particular understanding of the divine, a countervailing understanding consistent with the nature of our freedom is essential to our reason, our sanity, and our defense.
Carl Jung wrote "Consciousness is the cradle of the birth of God in man." Read as a compressed expression of the notion of individuation, the unfolding of the soul unto a single, unique self, the thought points to both  process and direction. But the God spoken of here is largely a concept without content, unrestricted by gender, doctrine, or dogma, in a sense recognizable only to a single, specific soul. It appears more as an experiential moment, an epiphany perhaps, the culmination of an arduous journey of growth, an individual elaboration that at last separates a given psyche from the undifferentiated roil of a larger antique psyche, the common inheritance of humanity. Looked at in this light even the agnostic and the atheist gain full admittance to the discussion. The current situation can be approached purely psychologically, in a cold scientific frame of mind essentially devoid of theological content: a vicious god is a pathology.
Teilhard de Chardin admits of a similar reading, though here the process is more specifically religious, the movement of consciousness teleological, directed toward the unfolding unto a specific model of personality, indeed toward a specific personality itself. Still, both Jung and Chardin --- and, I suspect, a multitude of other psychological and religious pilgrims of all valid faiths and disciplines --- see the process fundamentally as the navigation, intimately individual yet immanently communal, toward a distant and anonymous light, the endpoint of evolution. But for us as individuals to acknowledge the communality of that navigation we must be convinced that we move toward the same beacon, however intensely or dimly perceived. In the individual case contemplation suffices to chart the arc of the journey; communally only conversation can assure us that we travel in a single direction.        
Individually and communally, whether the language is of the soul and religious or of the psyche and scientific, all faiths must confess their sins, all psychologies must confront their illnesses. To contain the sort of heresy we here detect, the cancer of the psyche we here diagnose, requires that we begin by sketching the outlines of health, by admitting to an acceptable understanding of the divine only those attributes of God that propel us, whether speedily or haltingly, toward the same light. The effort cannot be limited to our doctors and our theologians alone; that would constitute not a conversation but an indictment. It must arise as well in the depths of the Muslim soul and be spoken aloud across the entire ummah. Failure means metastasis. And metastasis leads by steady and certain steps not toward evolutionary apotheosis but rather toward apocalyptic calamity.
Let me converse with you and hear the true voice of your God that you may hear the true voice of Mine. All hope of tolerance begins here. It is therefore imperative that we begin. He who has ears to hear let him hear...
In sha'Allah.






Saturday, December 20, 2014

Neural Twitches...






...the same being transient excitations in search of durable understanding...



All convergent journeys begin as parallel paths: a chord derived from the study of Renaissance perspective.

Ambition is the insatiable desire to be in two places at the same time.

Atheism is a way station on the road to faith.

Logically, perpetuity is the borderline between duration and eternity. Duration cognizes a segmented time, perpetuity time's persistence, eternity it's abolition. The world lives in duration and aspires to perpetuity, which, from a certain perspective, is a fair definition of purgatory, or at least a psychologically valid experience of purgatory.

Economically speaking, the soul lives in the rounding errors of what the world considers profit.

Coinage: "Psycholotics" (The exploration of the unconscious of a given polity undertaken through the observation of the manifestations of its constitutional dynamic.)
   
It is my belief that the journey through ultimate confusion ultimately leads to ultimate clarity.

Doubt is not the negation of faith so much as its surest evidence.

"I am fascinated by the notion of parallel universes, individual parallel realities, syncretistic mentation, convergence and the dynamics thereof, and einsteinian thought experimentation, all experienced as fundamental psycho-religious phenomena that, it seems to me, offer the best hope of properly focusing the problems of free will and the mechanics of proper education, allowing for the resolution of bad choices, and responding to the conditional question, What if death is not the end?" (page 347) Burnbridge, Alexander Particle and Wave: A Navigational Guide to the Practical Transit of Light. Minneapolis: Templar House, 1946. Print.

First principles of the discussion:
There exists a reality which we can only meaningfully call God.
"You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body." C.S. Lewis

I think it true, as the old writers of faith understood it, that God is the author of history. I think also that they may have missed the mark in thus understanding His authorship as the work of an historian when perhaps it is better conceived  as the work of a writer of fiction, an elaborate interweaving of character and plot.