'Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking...'

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

not a movie review...

     Tron was bad, and not that Ed Wood 'The future is where we will spend the rest of our lives' bad either...it ripped off The Dark Knight, The Matrix, and, yes, the Bourne movies, right down to the score (a combination of DK and Bourne), and the obviously Bourned final title sequence.  And, and, it offers half-baked Zen plus some pop-hegalian theodicy...then there's the occasional appearance of The Dude...fascinating as pop artifact, terrible as a film...more to come...

Monday, December 6, 2010

well said...

     '[W]e speak as though Christ is a poem about lambs and cornerstones, not that cornerstones and lambs are poems about Christ. We gives lambs and cornerstones a corner on reality that we say Christ cannot have.'

odds and ends...

     So I just love making diatonic triads, and I'm obsessed with 9/8 time with a swing feel.  Don't know what's come over me...
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     You say you want a revolution?  There's a gift card for that.
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     Hegel called over the weekend to apologize.  I was gracious and magnanimous all at the same time.
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     Looking at my bookshelves I realize, I just can't quit the Russians.
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     Snow on the ground outside my window - the work season has officially ended.  It's time to play - literally, since I'm buying a new used acoustic guitar today.
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     Oh, yeah, peace out...    

Sunday, December 5, 2010

i thought i'd whine a little...

    Nothing happened this morning, nothing at all.  It's just, well, I was so bored.  I miss the cycle of festivals - the church has her own time you know - and I miss liturgy.  To be sure, there are no drums in the sanctuary, and the gaggle is ordered and solemn and not at all superficial.  No, it's me - I feel - and in saying this I make no large claims for anyone else - I feel cut off from the Church. 
     That's my problem, yes, and it's far from a new problem to be sure, and there is no solution ready to hand I dare say...and yet, yet, I was bored, soooo very booored.  The sermon was damn fine, the folks were friendly, there was decency, good order, and suchlikethatthere...and I was soooo boooooooored.  In fact, 'boredom' doesn't quite say all - ennui, that's better - ennui, that French mashup of boredom and existential emptiness. 
     Oh, and no matter how hard I try, I just can't bring myself to think that these fine folks are right about the Eucharist and baptism...close they are, but not quite there - devout all the same, which makes it hard, but still wrong wrong wrong...  And yet I really love 'em.  Go figure...

a poem...

            ...and where were you
I'd like to know – don't tell me that
you didn't know the hour,
don't say you've been here all along -

there, go ahead now, tell
me where you've been – it's been a long
night you know – you might
have called or sent a line or –

I’m tired from counting
milepost after milepost as they passed me by -
waiting as I sped along
for you to catch me – by the way

I’m well - you didn't ask,
you have your reasons, though – why
won't you please tell me where
you were – it's not like you've seized

the chance to say your say –
silent still? silent as the sea –
fine – have it your way – it's just
that I've waited...