For those interested, I have a novel take on the book of Revelation at the following link:
https://www.facebook.com/notes/church-of-the-holy-city/the-end-times-and-us/2200322970017284/
Writer, Musician, Poet, Academic
26 May 2019 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Christianity, End Times, Holy City, rebirth, regeneration, religion, Revelation, Swedenborg
For those interested, I have a novel take on the book of Revelation at the following link:
https://www.facebook.com/notes/church-of-the-holy-city/the-end-times-and-us/2200322970017284/
24 May 2019 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Christianity, glorification, Jesus, religion
For those who are interested in Christianity, I delivered a talk on the Jesus question last Sunday which is too long to post as a blog. My talk may be accessed at:
https://www.facebook.com/notes/church-of-the-holy-city/glorification-and-love/2195454333837481/
15 May 2019 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: aspirations, human condition, poetry, trends
To feed the mind
Learning, culture, travel
To make a living
Getting by, job, family
To idle time away
Drugs, parties, bars
To follow trends
Fitness, cars, clothes
To aspire for ideals
Accomplishment, mastery, virtue
The human condition
Sanctity, sin, struggle
Ways of language
Expression, communication, sign
10 May 2019 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: confidence, eternity, gratitude, joy, love, poetry, stability, timeless
You know me in my higher aspirations
And when I’m in a trying, troubling mood
In either you maintain loving relations
For which I feel eternal gratitude
The love we know and our fidelity,
The good life our love creates together
Gives us each a place of stability
In a world of inconsistent weather
I am pledged to you and you to me
In joy, in trials, and in confidence
We’ll be together to eternity
And live the timeless now as lovers and as friends
03 May 2019 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: blues, grooving, music, oscilloscope, poem, soul, synapse
I was enjoying the music
Loud music, sometimes
When everybody in the band landed with the drums
On the same beat
Such a powerful pulse of air was produced
It hurt
The music wasn’t the rhythmic pulses of air
Nor would it be cathode-ray oscilloscopal wave forms
Nor was it resonating vibrating ear cilia
Maybe it was the electric synapse lightning-flowing pathways of sparks
Of the brain,–some people think so
The cascades of my emotions
Grooving like air pulses can’t
Grieving in the blues
Thrilling to the guitar licks
Loving the ensemble harmonious sound and the beat
As no oscilloscope can
Movements of my soul
Undulating to what is now music
Is the music
30 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Buddhism, Christ, David, impermanence, Jehovah, Paul, poetry
(for Philip)
We live our lives life in a delicate
Balance between chaos and peace.
Each short-lived, the one the other will implicate.
The ancients wanted neither–sought release.
An empty chair in the middle of
A grassy yard, reflecting bright sunlight.
I set it there. But hesitated when I saw it.
Where is the self that seeks to know despite
The onslaught of experience, who seeks to understand it?
Who tries to grasp ahold of love?
The ancients reasoned “no-self” sidesteps Karma;
And David sees Jehovah as a rock;
And other systems turn from social Maya:
Prestige, respectability sneering mock.
Paul in prison and Christ a capitol criminal?
Christ in prison and Paul an evangel?
Who draws the lines, who forms the frame?
Living shatters all our images–nothing stays the same.
“Because everything changes, all is nothing.”
But I, I sit in the chair, on the lawn.
I hear the many birds singing.
I remember the tree tops’ hue at dawn.
I see the leaves flicker, the limbs’ easy swaying.
We trace the lines and leave them drawn.
And we are left with the chair, on the lawn.
28 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: '50's, '60's, Donna Reed, Dr. Phil, Kardashians, Mary Poppins
Contemporary television varies from the mediocre to indecent. I think of the plethora of reality shows. A short while back Jerry Springer paraded the underbelly of society before us for entertainment. Now we have Dr. Phil who makes a fortune parading seedy neurotics before our faces who seem to lack modesty as much as they do morality. A new series is coming out which promised to air difficulties in newlywed couples before us for our entertainment. The promo clip they keep showing depicts a man telling his spouse he wants a divorce.
I think of the television programs I grew up with in the ’50’s and early 60’s. Ozzie and Harriet, Donna Reed, Leave It to Beaver all depicted perfect families including housewives who wore dresses and pearl necklaces as they busied themselves with housework. In cinema, Mary Poppins and Sound of Music showed stern fathers becoming child-friendly under the influence of odd governesses, both played by Julie Andrews.
So television in the late ’50’s and early ’60’s depicted wholesome content, in fact, uplifting content. But an idealized kind of wholesomeness. When I became a teen, we rebelled against the strictures of propriety that the ’50’s packaged and sold us. We grew our hair long, participated in free-love, listened to acid-rock music, used drugs–all the the horror and chagrin of our parents.
But were the images television broadcast in the ’50’s and ’60’s accurate? Clearly, the happy families were ideals and not real. But the values of the television shows were actually enforced in society. Men all wore short haircuts; girls skirts and dresses at school. I remember when the controversial new policy was instituted which allowed girls to wear slacks to school. Most of society went to church or temple. Streets were clean and white in suburbia, which is where white people moved to, out of downtown. That is how I remember society then. I didn’t know then about the house parties my parents went to with neighborhood parents where drunkenness was widespread. Or why one of my parents spent mornings bent over the toilet. Or the bowling teams where adults also drank, taking an hour-and-a-half break at midnight to attend mass.
I don’t see a predominance of television depicting marriage, family, and suburbia these days. Maybe that’s a good thing. Now, instead of shows about families, more often they are about dating and meeting. Single people dominate media. While I feel disappointed at how insipid and scurrilous current programming is, I wouldn’t want the whitewashed shows of the ’50’s either. We have much more freedom, today. But with freedom comes responsibility. That’s what seems missing from the mix today. Society flails without a moral gravitas. Even if Donna Reed was an ideal, at least it put forth a moral ethic. Today, we have the Kardashians and Dr. Phil leading the way. Yes, I believe it’s come to that.
26 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: blues club, charity, foster homes, Jesus, poetry, streets
I see her every night in the blues club
There is where she finds community
Not a drunk, as I was, she is a regular
The bar’s her church she once confessed to me
She was dealt a harder deck that I was
Foster homes, running away, the streets
I had advantages of middle-class
Her past defines her life and who she meets
She holds out love and acceptance to everyone
It’s a sobering lesson for me
She even asks me weekly for a sermon
And each night demonstrates Christian charity
Jesus hung around with disdained people
And reached out with his heart to one and all
The blues club is her church without a steeple
The benefit from our relationship is mutual
24 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: aspirations, dreams, meaning, pastime, poetry, retirement, the Reaper, time
Time
Something to be filled
Not enough of
Passes unnoticed, unpondered
Work, family, sleep
Filled fulfilling aspirations
Perfecting, learning, creating
Time
How we fill the time we have
Young people chase their dreams
My friends who partied with me
When we were young
Went to school, found a career, retired
–I’ve watched whole lives
Career, family, retirement, death—
And it all means, has meaning
Means a lot
Some just get by
Passing time
Pastime, time passed
Time management
Time: “My most precious commodity”
Not enough ours in the day
Racing the clock
The Reaper
Time, pastime, time passed
Time out