Human community is the lexicon of language
Shared speech defines word and syntax
I know holy language, spoken among
Those self-identified spiritual
The lexicon of holy books, prayer, chant, doctrines
To whom these matter
I know ecstasy and peace
I know sin and craving
Shadow only exists by sunshine
I know secular language, spoken among
Those self-identified disinterested to spirituality
The lexicon of sciences, literature, arts, pop-culture, ego-gratification, social standing
To whom only these matter, or matter largely
I know class, sophistication, cultivation
I act the fool, commit faux-pas, social blunders
What honest human doesn’t, can’t, won’t
Secular language grounds the holy
As bark encloses trees, skin encloses the body, callous
Only flowers are unprotected
THE LEXICON OF LANGUAGE
20 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: art, class, doctrines, ecstasy, lexicography, literature, peace, prayer, science, sin, spirituality
Moments that Make Us Who We Are
19 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: dance, family, memories, moments, poetry, travel
I remember that electric slow dance
As I do our trips together
Moments I remember that make us who we are:
Your anger when I left you while I explored Chichen-Itza
The mystic glowing lake we paddled on together that Puerto Rico night
All those airplanes landing in the midnight sky over Miami as we drove home from Key West
Looking up at the base and down from the cliff at Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump
Family, and the luxury resort at Saint Lucia
These are moments that make us who we are
Family dinners on holidays
My growing intelligence as I talk with you
The splash cymbal in the Blind Faith song our finger punctuates, listening to my iPod on the road
Sunday lunches out after I preach
Talk late at night
These are moments that make us what we are
SLOW DANCING AT THE BLUES BAR
18 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: blues, music, poetry, slow dancing
Feeling electric
Current
Generated by you, us, moving
That slow dance to the blues band
Your head resting on
My heart
Beating
Moving
To the music
Feeling
More than hearing
The music
You
Touching me
Slow dancing
Electric current
Turned on
Electric
The music
Moving
On the dance floor
Those moments, moving
Afterward
Days pass
Remembering
We are not the same, now
The Wheel of Fortune
14 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Buddy Guy, Earl Klugh, fortune, poetry, Zappa
Blown away by the blues licks of
John Watkins–he played with
Buddy Guy, Koko Taylor, and Willie Dixon
Played with
Here he is in a blues bar in my small city
Played with
I think of Darryl, my friend, he played
Arenas with Frank Zappa, Earl Klugh
Now eking out a living playing cruise ships
Played with
Played
The wheel turns–turns for all of us
A wheel in a wheel, in a wheel
There is a big wheel turning the world
We each of us turn in our small wheel
I was up–oh, I was up
My wheel spun off the axle and crashed
Oh, I crashed
It wasn’t a matter of riding high and falling low
I crashed
The big wheel swung me up onto my feet again
The beneficent big wheel
I’ve been riding it upward for years
And my small wheel is turning me towards prosperity
I’m not expecting it to crash
But who does?
Epistemology and What Words Are
11 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: epistemology, experience, language, lies, Locke, poetry, soul, truth, words
Words are created by people;
They help us function.
Words have meaning only when
Our experience meshes with the origin
Of any given word.
Then there is the consideration
Of experience.
To Locke, experience is
Inner and outer.
The motions of our soul are inner.
The world we all share is outer.
Words created to mediate what is inner
Confront what is outer.
When they coincide,
We call it truth.
A preponderance of words from what is inner
That don’t coincide with words from what is outer
Is what we call a lie.
Linguistic processes affirm the art of epistemology.
And there is what we call truth.
For those who care.
While the Eternal Clock Ticks
11 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: direction, Jethro Tull, lifestyle, R.E.M., the gym, Thoreau, virtue, wisdom
There’s that song by REM, an ’80’s band, that tells us to “Think about Direction.” I think for a lot of us, our aims–our direction–are rather short-term. When I was younger, I had an aim to get into a good school. That was a goal of several years. Then, when I got in, it was to get a good grade. That was a goal of several months. Then it was get a Ph.D., which was a goal of several years. Some people, mostly business-oriented people, talk about having a five-year plan. “Where do you want to be in 5-years?” I think mostly this is about material things–being an executive, having a 3-bedroom house, making a 6-figure income, a family (which isn’t a material goal), etc.
But all the while I was pursuing my academic goals, I recall having an overarching goal, which I still have today. Wisdom and virtue. In my schoolwork, I took interdisciplinary programs to broaden my knowing. I didn’t specialize in one discipline in order to fit into a job mold. And as I was going about my life, I continued personal inventory to measure my life against what I understood to be good. My conception of what the good is grew and developed as I learned more through my education and my life experiences.
On one end of the spectrum of goals are people who intentionally choose a lifestyle. There aren’t many of these, I think. Henry David Thoreau was maybe the classic example. He intentionally set about a life in harmony with nature, moved out of the city, left capitalism behind, and communed with nature at Walden Pond. On the other side of the spectrum are people whose main goal is to get through the day, get paid, pay their bills, hit the bar, and do the same thing tomorrow.
There are short-range aims and long-range goals. Everyone needs to get up and go to work and get through the day. But while we are doing this, there is room for farther-reaching goals. Why are we going to work? What are we intending to do with our money? Who are we as we go about our quotidian lives? Midway among these are like people who hit the gym before they hit the bar, having an intentional goal of being fit. Some longer-ranged goals are creative accomplishments such as my interest in music–learning to play and writing songs. This avocation is almost as important to me as is my career. In school, one of my roommates was a body-builder. Another roommate told me that bodybuilding was as important to him as was my music to me. I had trouble thinking of bodybuilding as an equal kind of avocation as music. But he was a dedicated bodybuilder.
Work, pastimes, longer-range goals, and the ultimate goal are all part of the virtuous life, I think. I want to make beautiful and heartfelt music. I like having an appreciative audience. I have enough money and a small, comfortable condo. But those two aims I had when I was younger are still with me. Wisdom and virtue.
I know that I’m only a pilgrim on this material plane. What really matters to me is the kind of soul I am cultivating. In my thinking, that is what is of eternal value. Money comes and goes. Children grow up and live their own lives. Our bodies deteriorate. Fame passes, over time. (Where is Jethro Tull, now?) But what I’ve made of myself, with the One who has all power, lasts. Rather, the process of spiritual growth lasts forever. Because the One who has all power is infinite, and I am finite. Because this is true, I have all eternity to approach nearer and nearer to the Perfect All Powerful One. And all the wisdom, virtue, and joy that that means. That’s the ultimate direction in my life. And everything else either contributes to it, or keeps time while the eternal clock ticks.
Trump Tests Contemporary Philosophy
04 Sep 2018 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Derrida, lies, Nietzsche, philosophy, rhetoric, Rorty, Trump, truth
At a supper party I spoke with a young woman who was getting a degree in philosophy. I took the opportunity to lament the state of contemporary philosophy. I told her, “There’s no more truth!” She responded, “If there ever was.”
There were a coterie of philosophers in recent years who maintained that there is no such thing as truth. Some of the notable philosophers were Nietzsche, Derrida, Fish, and Rorty. Their assertion is that there is no outside reality that language copies and reproduces with words. Rorty wouldn’t even make an assertion like that. Because if he had said that there is no reality that language copies, that would have been an assertion of which the predicates of true or false could be attached. Being consistent to his own system, Rorty said that he would use language in such a way that we would be attracted to speak like him. He wasn’t making a statement about truth. He was persuading us to speak like him, think like him. Rorty wouldn’t even accept the endowed chair in the philosophy department at the University of Virginia which was offered him. He thought that philosophy was no longer a viable discipline. So U VA created a chair in a brand new department called something like cultural studies.
What does all this have to do with Donald Trump? A lot of us are getting sick of all the lies he is telling. As of August 1, the fact checker at the Washington Post found 4,229 lies told by Trump. This averages 7.6/day. If Trump had the brains, which he doesn’t, he could claim that contemporary philosophy has eliminated the concept of truth. Since there is no truth, he would not be making statements contrary to it. In short, Trump is the most prominent spokesperson for contemporary philosophy.
I was always suspicious of Rorty, Derrida, and Fish when I was a student. Their claims didn’t convince me. Now we have a test case for contemporary. Is Trump lying? Or can’t he lie? Is there such a thing called truth which Trumps 4,229 statements are contrary to? Or are the tactics of Trump and Giuliani, which seek to poison the notion that there is truth at all, entirely legitimate and in keeping with philosophy today?
I think the public outrage against Trump’s lies is an indication that most of us believe in truth, and bristle against lies. When it comes down to it, I think that the pretensions of contemporary philosophy is another case of the emperor’s new clothes. We see through it, even as we do Trump’s lies.
Pygmalion and the Artist’s Love Affairs
29 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: art, love affair, music, poetry, Pygmalion
When I first heard the myth of Pygmalion, I took it literally. I thought it was about a sculptor who made a statue of a beautiful woman. She was so beautiful that he fell in love with her. Pygmalion (the sculptor) implored the gods to bring his statue to life, so that he could have a life with his creation. I first thought that the sculpture being a beautiful woman was what caused Pygmalion to fall in love with her. I read the story differently now.
An artist falls in love with each creation that comes out well. Deeply in love. I have some songs of my own which I love deeply. I listen to them with enraptured delight. I have certain poems that I feel the same about. Now a poem or a song can’t come to life. But that doesn’t change the love affair that the musician or poet enters into with these creations.
There is, of course the matter of public’s reaction to an artist’s creations. That would be more like a parent’s feelings about her or his children. And that would be a different myth.
The Measure
28 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: beauty, friend, jerks, personhood, poetry
Catch anyone of us on a bad day
And you wouldn’t want
To make them your friend
Catch anyone on a good day
And you wouldn’t want
Ever to leave their side
If anyone of us were measured
By how big an ass we could be
We’d be jerks every one of us
If measured by how beautiful
We could ascent and shine
We would inevitably disappoint
Though there are some, very few
Who never seem to have a good day
Being good means more often shining
And less often having a bad day
Overdriven tones distort
And resonance can magnify, distort, even good tones
But silence isn’t the answer
It’s EQ, balance and refine–
It all comes down to the mix