Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Both
the Day & the Night,
Moon on one side,
Sun on the other
Darkness for solitude,
Light with our brother
Moon on one side,
Sun on the other
Darkness for solitude,
Light with our brother
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Required
You can feel a room relax, turn liquid. Or in this case, the enclosed outside patio.
I don't look, keeping the hat low and the eyes closed. I plow through, a hidden battle with myself and unnamed entities. Maybe it's just microcosmic biology, certain cells & such. It really could be anything: the humidity, barometric pressure, the obscenely loud air conditioning system, the setting sun spilling golden pink upon the stained concrete...
The point is not to negate these but transform them. To gather them up in a large unseen hand...
Like the theories of John Cage, the idea that everything adds to a performance: low hums from an overhead jet thousands of miles away. Birds. Laughs from the onlookers.
Sighs. Silence
But the real point is to scrape through to some sort of honesty. We peacock all over the place. Hunt. Dominate and submit on multiple levels at all times.
Yet sound is not subject to these hard stoic lines. It will bow before a cold mountain only to crawl between its legs and smash him from behind.
I sense things, I turn it up.
later...
"i like your beard."
"really? I wouldn't of thought"
"why?"
"you know why"
smile
later, away from the guitar
she returns. talking
smiling
life is just sound
and fury
signifying everything
I don't look, keeping the hat low and the eyes closed. I plow through, a hidden battle with myself and unnamed entities. Maybe it's just microcosmic biology, certain cells & such. It really could be anything: the humidity, barometric pressure, the obscenely loud air conditioning system, the setting sun spilling golden pink upon the stained concrete...
The point is not to negate these but transform them. To gather them up in a large unseen hand...
Like the theories of John Cage, the idea that everything adds to a performance: low hums from an overhead jet thousands of miles away. Birds. Laughs from the onlookers.
Sighs. Silence
But the real point is to scrape through to some sort of honesty. We peacock all over the place. Hunt. Dominate and submit on multiple levels at all times.
Yet sound is not subject to these hard stoic lines. It will bow before a cold mountain only to crawl between its legs and smash him from behind.
I sense things, I turn it up.
later...
"i like your beard."
"really? I wouldn't of thought"
"why?"
"you know why"
smile
later, away from the guitar
she returns. talking
smiling
life is just sound
and fury
signifying everything
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
like a movie or a dream
i was thinking yesterday about my life: where i was at one point and where i am now.
and the thing is, i like who and what i am. i like it better than what i was. But, in retrospect, if God had laid it all out to me at 15 years of age...
what i mean is, if I'd known and seen what I was to become and known and seen the things i would have to go through to get there, i would not have taken the deal.
I would have settled. I would have chose weakness. I would have failed.
it's important to see where you want to go and to do the small things to get there.
But not get too caught up in the big picture
and the thing is, i like who and what i am. i like it better than what i was. But, in retrospect, if God had laid it all out to me at 15 years of age...
what i mean is, if I'd known and seen what I was to become and known and seen the things i would have to go through to get there, i would not have taken the deal.
I would have settled. I would have chose weakness. I would have failed.
it's important to see where you want to go and to do the small things to get there.
But not get too caught up in the big picture
Hypothetical
it's always 'funny' to see minor physical fights break out. Rarely are they intense, the actual violence worth seeing. And there's always someone to break it up, walking into the middle of it and getting hit with a stray flailing punch. And then they get involved and start fighting with more blood thirst than the original parties.
This also happens with the sin police. They judge and get involved in other people's business via gossip and facebook. And usually they end up in the middle of it looking less godly than their immoral brother.
Click: **To Catch A Predator**
I've never been a fan of these shows. They incite smugness in the voyeurs. And I don't think they actually help nor deter crime. After reading this I learn someone, of course, was getting rich.
And the crimes are hypothetical -- they did not happen.
Can we really prove and punish intent?
It's similar to undercover drug operatives -- they're indistinguishable behaviorally, physically and probably spiritually from the bad guys.
Yet, they're 'good.'
And this current dichotomy always pits one against the other, draws a line.
And whenever there's a line there's gonna be blurring.
I think that's what Rob Bell's new book might be trying to say: Are we really put on earth to catch predators?
Money corrupts. Period. It's a force. And I don't think it's a bad thing. But we should treat it like electricity or lust. Man is not strong enough to manage it without safeguards put in place before it's dealt with. Just like drugs. If you go under the spell, you're under the spell regardless of where you try and place yourself on the moral gameboard.
The TV show "To Catch A Predator" is just the moral/spiritual version of Roman physical death matches. We get to sit in our comfortable chairs and watch another person's soul be ruined before our eyes. For something that did not even happen.
It's actually sicker than we can even presently comprehend.
This also happens with the sin police. They judge and get involved in other people's business via gossip and facebook. And usually they end up in the middle of it looking less godly than their immoral brother.
Click: **To Catch A Predator**
I've never been a fan of these shows. They incite smugness in the voyeurs. And I don't think they actually help nor deter crime. After reading this I learn someone, of course, was getting rich.
And the crimes are hypothetical -- they did not happen.
Can we really prove and punish intent?
It's similar to undercover drug operatives -- they're indistinguishable behaviorally, physically and probably spiritually from the bad guys.
Yet, they're 'good.'
And this current dichotomy always pits one against the other, draws a line.
And whenever there's a line there's gonna be blurring.
I think that's what Rob Bell's new book might be trying to say: Are we really put on earth to catch predators?
Money corrupts. Period. It's a force. And I don't think it's a bad thing. But we should treat it like electricity or lust. Man is not strong enough to manage it without safeguards put in place before it's dealt with. Just like drugs. If you go under the spell, you're under the spell regardless of where you try and place yourself on the moral gameboard.
The TV show "To Catch A Predator" is just the moral/spiritual version of Roman physical death matches. We get to sit in our comfortable chairs and watch another person's soul be ruined before our eyes. For something that did not even happen.
It's actually sicker than we can even presently comprehend.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Music
If life is a symphony, God is the composer.
Christ is the conductor, the Holy Spirit is the sound
And we are the musicians.
Christ is the conductor, the Holy Spirit is the sound
And we are the musicians.
