Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Poem: Jack Gilbert


The Great Fires

Love is apart from all things.
Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
What is not love provokes it.
What is not love quenches it.
Love lays hold of everything we know.
The passions which are called love
also change everything to a newness
at first. Passion is clearly the path
but does not bring us to love.
It opens the castle of our spirit
so that we might find the love which is
a mystery hidden there.
Love is one of many great fires.
Passion is a fire made of many woods,
each of which gives off its special odor
so we can know the many kinds
that are not love. Passion is the paper
and twigs that kindle the flames
but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes
because it tries to be love.
Love is eaten away by appetite.
Love does not last, but it is different
from the passions that do not last.
Love lasts by not lasting.
Isaiah said each man walks in his own fire
for his sins. Love allows us to walk
in the sweet music of our particular heart.


White Stripes: We'll Be Friends

I love the simple beauty of this song.




Speedlinking 10/10/06

Happy Tuesday morning.


And away we go . . .

~ ebuddha at Integral Practice posts some links to reviews of Jurgen Habermas' work in relation to Wilber's new Integral Spirituality manifesto.

~ Both Beliefnet and Grist talk to Bill Moyers about his new documentary on the green movement in Christianity. Is God Green? airs October 11th in most PBS markets.

~ Joe Perez at Until take a critical look at an article by Stephen Dinan urging a more compassionate look at Islam. Joe seems to think Dinan doesn't make his case well enough.

~ Here are some other link reviews:
* Blogmandu is doing the almost daily review of good links.
* P2P Foundation does daily del.icio.us links.
* He's Just Had Coffee is also doing regular link collections.

~ For those who would like to know a little more about what is really happening in Iraq, there is Healing Iraq, a blog maintained by an Iraqi dentist. I'm sure there is a bias here, but it's still worth looking at.

~ Here are some health links for the exterior-individual part of you.
* Being overweight has a negative impact on brain function.
* Walnuts may be better for your arteries than olive oil -- they certainly taste better.
* Chad Waterbury -- the MAN when it comes to training info -- offers four tips to get you bigger, fitter, and stronger. This is info for serious trainers, not those who do light dumbbell lifts for their arms once in a while.

~ And finally, some humor (the sad-but-true kind of humor):
* Victoria Beckham (once known as Posh Spice) thinks she looks horrible naked. I guess that's why there are so many stories about David Beckham (soccer god) cheating on her scrawny ass.
* A preacher says the GOP is delaying the second coming of Jesus. Uh, yeah, sure, you betcha.

And that's a full lid.


Monday, October 09, 2006

Great News


I want to extend a great big, terribly public congratulations to my client and friend Erica who just found out last Friday that she passed the bar exam on her first try -- which is better than some public figures we all know.

I know she reads this blog from time to time, so I just want to say I TOLD YOU SO!


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What Kind of Soul Are You?

I found this one (hadn't seen it before) at Nerdine's blog.This is a little too accurate for a dumbass personality quiz.


You Are a Hunter Soul

You are driven and ambitious - totally self motiviated to succeed
Actively working to acheive what you want, you are skillful in many areas.
You are a natural predator with strong instincts ... and more than a little demanding.
You are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force.

An outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people.
You tend to have an explosive personality, but also a good sense of humor.
People sometimes see you as arrogant or a know it all.
You tend to be a bit of a loner, though you hate to be alone.

Souls you are most compatible with: Seeker Soul and Peacemaker Soul


Beyond Diversity

In These Times has an interesting and provocative article on the failures inherent in promoting diversity over equality in this country over the last 30 years. The article, Is Diversity Enough?, is a review of a book by Walter Benn Michaels (chairman of the University of Illinois at Chicago English department), The Trouble With Diversity: How We Learned to Love Identity and Ignore Inequality.

Here is a quote that sums up the thesis of the book as near as I can tell:
As Michaels sees it, the social focus on achieving diversity diverts attention from the most fundamental injustice in our society—economic inequality. Moreover, the pursuit of diversity, especially in universities, gives legitimacy to the growing economic inequality of American society, because it protects the inheritance of economic privilege and does little to create opportunity for the poor, whether black or white.
Michaels is tough on affirmative action:
“The problem with affirmative action is not (as is often said) that it violates the principles of meritocracy,” he writes; “the problem is that it produces the illusion that we actually have a meritocracy. … Race-based affirmative action … is a kind of collective bribe rich people pay themselves for ignoring economic inequality.” If class-based affirmative action replaced racial affirmative action at Harvard, and its student body reflected the country’s income distribution, he calculates that more than half the students would be gone, most of them rich and white.
David Moberg, the author of the article, is antagonistic to many of Michaels' positions, which carry a whiff of Marxism and which also dismiss the neo-liberalism that Moberg seems to advocate for in arguing against Michaels. This makes for an interesting article.

I see some real value in what Michaels is arguing for in the area of race and diversity, but I also see some serious flaws in thinking that people would/should be motivated by social justice rather than self-interest. That isn't very realistic. And while it certainly would be great if everyone -- at birth -- had a legitimate shot at wealth, that isn't going to happen. Social Darwinism and economic Darwinism, as much as they might seem unjust to liberals, have a place -- which is not to say that they are compassionate systems.

Still, I have added this book to my wish list and will reserve final judgment until I get a chance to read it -- which should be sometime in 2010.


Untitled Poem

Sonoran Desert


untitled poem

October: thunder and heavy rain rattle the night,
brilliant flashes illuminate the face of darkness.

Soon the year will swallow its tail,
the ocotillo has dropped its leaves.

One of the wettest monsoons on record,
rain continuing into the dry season,
and still the desert's thirst is unabated.

As is mine, feeling unrooted, adrift still
after all this time, my 40 days of testing,
withering beneath a cruel sun.

But the seasons shift, each day follows
the next -- to what do we cling
when decay is often the only truth?

I go outside and stand in the rain,
drenched within seconds -- this is real truth:
all things come full circle.

Soon the year will swallow its tail,
and I am renewed, wet with baptismal.


Mark Foley Satire from Andy Borowitz

The Borowitz report from Sunday:

Poll: Majority of Americans Fear Being Instant-Messaged By a Republican

Tops Terrorism, North Korean Nukes in New Survey

A new survey released today indicates that a majority of Americans are more afraid of being instant-messaged or emailed by a Republican congressman than they are of terrorism, rising oil prices, or North Korea destroying the world with a nuclear weapon.

Anecdotal evidence in recent days has suggested that Americans are increasingly concerned about receiving unwanted electronic communications from a Republican lawmaker, but the new poll, conducted by the University of Minnesota's Opinion Research Institute, offers a measure of just how deep those concerns run.

When asked to name their number one fear, 8% said "losing my job to outsourcing," 10% said "not being able to afford to fill up my car with gas," 14% said "North Korean dictator Kim Jong-Il blowing up the world with a nuclear weapon," while a whopping 65% said "being instant-messaged by a horny Republican."

Carol Foyler, the director of GOPervWatch, a watchdog group that warns parents about their children's Internet contact with pervy Republicans, said that there are simple ways for parents to determine if their kids have been chatting online with a filthy-minded G.O.P. lawmaker.

"As parents, it's our responsibility to monitor who our children are talking to online," Ms. Foyler said. "If you hear your child start to use phrases like 'tax cut,' 'stay the course,' or 'family values,' those are danger signs that he has been chatting with a horny Republican."

Elsewhere, eliminating such snacks as potato chips and doughnuts from school lunch menus could help curb childhood obesity, according to a new study published today in "Duh" magazine.

Speedlinking 10/9/06

I'm not going to go back to the way I did speedlinks before -- it was just too time consuming. But I do want to try to point out some cool stuff from time to time, maybe even daily (but not on any kind of strict schedule like I had before). So here are a few things I think are cool.


~ National Geographic looks (with video) at the truth behind Christopher Columbus.

~ timbomb at He's Just Had Coffee takes a look at reintegrating earlier stages through the lens of Leary's 8-circuit model of consciousness.

~ Former actor (and I use tha word lightly) Stephen Baldwin preaches to teens that Bono is in league with Satan.

~ Fineman: Evangelicals Fed Up With GOP? Howard Fineman thinks that the Christian base might be getting jaded. Money quote:
There may not be much Good News in the pews for the GOP. The tawdry parable of Mark Foley is only one reason. Maturing from rebels to political insiders, evangelicals are divided on tactics and agendas, and beginning to doubt whether it is possible to ennoble society, let alone save souls, through Christian political activism.
~ Paul Salamone is turning 30 and has some thoughts.

~ "Real Man" stereotypes keep many men from getting treatment for depression.

~ Carter Phipps reviews a lecture by Joel Garreau on his new book, Radical Evolution -- here is the link.

~ And finally, I'm way late to the party on the I AM meme, so here is a link to Diana's post on the free, open source, online movie that wants to expand your brain.


Best Novel of the Last 25 Years

I somehow missed this back in May when the NY Times Bookreview ran the story. They don't do a ranking system, just a flat-out who got the most votes, with runners up and honorable mentions.

The reason I mention this at all is because the Guardian (UK) just released its own pick for the best novel in the last 25 years. They rank theirs based on total votes and provide some info on the top books.

I've read several of the books on both lists (back when I still read fiction), but I really have no opinion on the winners. I will mention that I think the NY Times winner was very good, but not that great.

I'll post the top picks from the NY Times list first, then the top picks from the Guardian's list. You'll have to look at the articles to see the whole lists.

THE WINNER:

Beloved

Toni Morrison (1987)

THE RUNNERS-UP:

Underworld

Don DeLillo (1997)

Blood Meridian

Cormac McCarthy (1985)

Rabbit Angstrom: The Four Novels

John Updike (1995)

American Pastoral

Philip Roth (1997)

And here is the Guardian list:

First place

Disgrace (1999)
JM Coetzee

Coetzee became the first writer to win the Booker Prize for a second time with this exploration of post- apartheid South Africa, which centres on Professor David Lurie, in self-imposed exile at his daughter's remote farm after an ill-advised affair with a student.

Second place

Money (1984)
Martin Amis

Super-charged, anarchic and full of narrative acrobatics, Money burst on to the Eighties literary scene leaving a trail of imitators and devotees in its wake, not least because of its formidable, if frequently repulsive narrator, ad director John Self .

Joint third place

Earthly Powers (1980)
Anthony Burgess

Homosexual writer Keith Toomey is asked to write the memoirs of the late Pope Gregory XVII - a commission that takes him on a whirlwind recap of the major events of the 20th century.

Atonement (2001)
Ian McEwan

Opening in 1935 , Atonement focuses on Briony Tallis , at first as a 13-year-old implicated in the conviction of a family friend for rape and, latterly, an elderly novelist on the brink of losing her memory.

The Blue Flower (1995)
Penelope Fitzgerald

Fitzgerald's final novel is frequently cited as her masterpiece. It recreates the life of the 18th-century German poet and philosopher Novalis , focusing on his romance with a 12-year-old girl .

The Unconsoled (1995)
Kazuo Ishiguro

Ishiguro's intricate, dream-like fourth novel marked a radical departure from the more conventional narratives of his earlier work, evoking the great European masters of film as much as fiction.

Midnight's Children (1981)
Salman Rushdie

Rushdie's second novel not only won the Booker prize but was also awarded the 'Booker of Bookers' in 1993. It unites powerful subject matter - the partition of India - with a dazzling, playful style.


Sunday, October 08, 2006

Great Stuff at Elegant Thorn Review

I'm pleased to announce some great new content over at Elegant Thorn Review.

~ Review: Library of America’s "American Religious Poems" -- This is an anthology edited by Harold Bloom.

~ Poem: Bill Hotchkiss

~ Two Photos: Tim Smallie

As always, I am looking for quality photography, inspired poetry, and brilliant flash fiction with a spiritual feel to it. Guidelines can be found here.


Sunday Poet: Carolyn Forché

The Morning Baking

Grandma, come back, I forgot
How much lard for these rolls

Think you can put yourself in the ground
Like plain potatoes and grow in Ohio?
I am damn sick of getting fat like you

Think you can lie through your Slovak?
Tell filthy stories about the blood sausage?
Pish-pish nights at the virgin in Detroit?

I blame your raising me up for my Slav tongue
You beat me up out back, taught me to dance

I'll tell you I don't remember any kind of bread
Your wavy loaves of flesh
Stink through my sleep
The stars on your silk robes

But I'm glad I'll look when I'm old
Like a gypsy dusha hauling milk

*****

Poem For Maya

Dipping our bread in oil tins
we talked of morning peeling
open our rooms to a moment
of almonds, olives and wind
when we did not yet know what we were.
The days in Mallorca were alike:
footprints down goat-paths
from the beds we had left,
at night the stars locked to darkness.
At that time we were learning
to dance, take our clothes
in our fingers and open
ourselves to their hands.
The veranera was with us.
For a month the almond trees bloomed,
their droppings the delicate silks
we removed when each time a touch
took us closer to the window where
we whispered yes, there on the intricate
balconies of breath, overlooking
the rest of our lives.

*****

Sequestered Writing

Horses were turned loose in the child's sorrow. Black and roan, cantering through snow.
The way light fills the hand with light, November with graves, infancy with white.
White. Given lilacs, lilacs disappear. Then low voices rising in walls.
The way they withdrew from the child's body and spoke as if it were not there.

What ghost comes to the bedside whispering You?
-- With its no one without its I --
A dwarf ghost? A closet of empty clothes?
Ours was a ghost who stole household goods. Nothing anyone would miss.
Supper plates. Apples. Barbed wire behind the house.

At the end of the hall, it sleepwalks into a mirror wearing mother's robe.
A bedsheet lifts from the bed and hovers. Face with no face. Come here.
The bookcase knows, and also the darkness of books. Long passages into,
Endless histories toward, sleeping pages about. Why else toss gloves into a grave?

A language that once sent ravens through firs. The open world from which it came.
Words holding the scent of an asylum fifty years. It is fifty years, then.
The child hears from within: Come here and know, below
And unbeknownst to us, what these fields had been.
Here is a little biography on Carolyn Forche from The American Academy of Poets:
Carolyn Forché was born in Detroit, Michigan, in 1950. She studied at Michigan State University and earned an MFA from Bowling Green State University. Forché is the author of four books of poetry: Blue Hour (HarperCollins, 2004); The Angel of History (1994), which received the Los Angeles Times Book Award; The Country Between Us (1982), which received the Poetry Society of America's Alice Fay di Castagnola Award, and was the Lamont Poetry Selection of The Academy of American Poets; and Gathering the Tribes (1976), which was selected for the Yale Series of Younger Poets by Stanley Kunitz. She is also the editor of Against Forgetting: Twentieth-Century Poetry of Witness (1993). Among her translations are Mahmoud Darwish's Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems with Munir Akash (2003), Claribel Alegria's Flowers from the Volcano (1983), and Robert Desnos's Selected Poetry (with William Kulik, 1991). Her honors include fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation, the Lannan Foundation, and the National Endowment for the Arts. In 1992, she received the Charity Randall Citation from the International Poetry Forum. Carolyn Forché teaches in the MFA Program at George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia.
Carolyn Forche is often considered a political poet, a "poet of witness," as she describes herself. However, as much as her most famous book, The Angel of History, begins with a tour of recent horrors committed by humans against humans, leading to the Nazi death camps, she is a religious poet in my mind.

Her work looks hard at the world, but it seeks to find a place within the chaos and beauty for the soul.
Elegy

The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour
the bottle in your coat half voda half winter light.
To what and to whom does one say yes?
If God were the uncertain, would you cling to him?

Beneath a tattoo of stars the gate open, so silent so like a tomb.
This is the city you most loved, an empty stairwell
where the next rain lifts invisibly from the Seine.

With solitude, your coat open, you walk
steadily as if the railings were there and your hands weren't passing
through them.

"When things were ready, they poured on fuel and touched off the fire.
They waited for a high wind. It was very fine, that powdered bone.
It was put into sacks, and when there was enough we went to a bridge
on the Narew River."

And even less explicit phrases survived:
"To make charcoal.
For laundry irons."
And so we revolt against silence with a bit of speaking.
The page is a charred field where the dead would have written
We went on. And it was like living through something again one
could not live through again.

The soul behind you no longer inhabits your life: the unlit house
with its breathless windows and a chimney of ruined wings
where wind becomes an aria, your name, voices from a field,
And you, smoke, dissonance, a psalm, a stairwell.
But even in her search for meaning, there are seldom any absolutes.
The Testimony Of Light

Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone.
--Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi

Outside everything visible and invisible a blazing maple.
Daybreak: a seam at the curve of the world. The trousered legs of the women shimmered.
They held their arms in front of them like ghosts.

The coal bones of the house clinked in a kimono of smoke.
An attention hovered over the dream where the world had been.

For if Hiroshima in the morning, after the bomb has fallen,
is like a dream, one must ask whose dream it is. {1}

Must understand how not to speak would carry it with us.
With bones put into rice bowls.
While the baby crawled over its dead mother seeking milk.

Muga-muchu {2}: without self, without center. Thrown up in the sky by a wind.

The way back is lost, the one obsession.
The worst is over.
The worst is yet to come.


1--...is the question asked by Peter Schwenger in Letter Bomb.
Nuclear Holocaust and the Exploding Word.
2--...is from Robert Jay Lifton's Death in Life: Survivors of Hiroshima.

Carolyn Forche on the web:
Modern American Poetry has lots of critical looks at her work.
The Academy of American Poets
Famous Poets and Poems
Poem Hunter
Carolyn Forche homepage


Right Here, Right Now


Friday's Daily Om was right on the mark for me:

Where You Need To Be
Timing Can Be Everything

Since human timetables quite often do not correspond with universal timetables, it's common for people to feel that life is progressing too slowly or too quickly. We draft carefully composed plans only to find that they fall into place when we least expect. Or, conversely, we are thrust into roles we believe we are not prepared for and wonder how we will survive the demands imposed upon us by unfamiliar circumstances. When delays in our progress kindle pangs of disappointment within us or the pace of life seems overwhelming, peace can be found in the simple fact that we are exactly where we need to be at this moment.

Every person fulfills their purpose when the time is right. If you have fast-tracked to success, you may become deeply frustrated if you discover you can no longer satisfy your desires as quickly as you might like. Yet the delays that disappoint you may be laying the foundation for future accomplishments that you have not yet conceived. Or the universe may have plans for you that differ from the worldly aspirations you have pursued up until this point. What you deem a postponement of progress may actually represent an auspicious opportunity to prepare for what is yet to come. If, however, you feel as though the universe is pushing you forward at too fast a clip, you may be unwittingly resisting your destiny. Your unease regarding the speed of your progress could be a sign that you need to cultivate awareness within yourself and learn to move with the flow of fate rather than against it. The universe puts nothing in your path that you are incapable of handling, so you can res! t assured that you are ready to grow into your new situation.

You may feel compelled to judge your personal success using your age, your professional position, your level of education, or the accomplishments of your peers as a yardstick. Yet we all enjoy the major milestones in our lives at the appropriate time-some realize their dreams as youngsters while others flourish only in old age. If you take pride in your many accomplishments and make the most of every circumstance in which you find yourself, your time will come.
I have a tendency to judge myself by external factors, such as what other people my age have accomplished, or how they live their lives. I tend to think that I have squandered potential because I have done nothing signifigant and people always told me I would, expected I would until I began to expect it, too.

Instead, I wasted many years of my life (notice the self-judging that automatically jumps out) in a drug and alcohol daze. I cringe at how much that set me back in my life, how it derailed so much of what I could have accomplished with youthful energy and enthusiasm.

But I also know that if I hadn't had that experience, I wouldn't be the person who is sitting here typing this.
I'd probably be a suit with 2.4 kids and a mortgage I'll never be able to pay off. And any time now, I'd probably go to a gun shop, buy a semi-automatic rifle, and take down an office full of idiots before performing suicide by cop. So there is something to be said for drug abuse.

Anyway, it's hard for me to find value and worth from internal measures because I was conditioned by my family, by my schools, by my peers, to find my worth in how I measure up against others. It's a terrible thing we do to kids in not teaching them to find value in who they are, in their unique gifts and strengths. But I think it's changing, at least a little bit.

Certainly, there are a lot of factors that play into this, not least of which is income and social status. Lower income families (like mine) also tend to be lower education families, which limits to a great extent how parents raise their kids. Less imformation, more limited viewpoints, fewer options all contribute to parents raising their kids to be a part of the tribe, to not make waves, to keep up with the Smiths.

That was my background. I think one of the things that I-I is lacking (at least in what I've seen) is an awareness of how much economic status limits people's options. ILP is a fun hobby for affluent people. But the real change needs to occur in the inner cities, in the barrios, wherever poverty is limiting options, right here, right now.