Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Ring Cycle

Dear readers, as the leaves much like our dreams have fallen thus far, its time to turn our thoughts towards eternal things. A friend had the lovely chance to immerse himself in the soundtrack of the latest Rings film by being able to perform it live multiple times and simply confessed that it was an emotional drain. Good. Think about it. Use your brain. And perhaps its meant to be a reflection of JRRT's mind and the struggle for humanity in a Godless and inhumane world full of excitable but frightening and eternal possibilities that can be used for God's glory or fed upon our own temporal motives and fancies. Lusts? Yes in all and varied forms, unfortunately. This interesting piece of mind candy is credited to the writers at "Christinaity and Middle Earth", entropyhouse.com.
as always, the house editor does not agree with all things stated by other writers, but finds it a rich necessity to include on the MC blogspot, with your generous readership in thought. and if its fun? well HECK yeah I'm all for it.
Monday, January 17, 2005
The Romance of the Road
For those eager to encourage a Christian ‘life of the mind’ amongst the humbler reaches of American evangelicals, a subscription to Touchstone magazine is an enjoyable way to go about it, for yourself or someone else - or even better, for yourself and someone else. I find it a pleasure just to see it come in the mail and I gloat over each copy.
Touchstone is a Christian journal, conservative in doctrine and eclectic in content, with editors and readers from each of the three great divisions of Christendom - Protestant, Catholic, and Orthodox. The mission of the journal and its publisher, the Fellowship of St. James, is to provide a place where Christians of various backgrounds can speak with one another on the basis of shared belief in the fundamental doctrines of the faith as revealed in Holy Scripture and summarized in the ancient creeds of the Church.There’s lots available on the website, too, even without a subscription: articles from back issues, Daily Reflections, and - one of my favorites - Mere Comments. I’m always pleased to find Tolkien mentioned therein, so this January 14 post was quick to catch my eye: Observing Tolkien’s Birthday: Letters from Joel Tom Tate & Thomas Howard
Yesterday [January 4] was the birthday of J.R.R. Tolkien and so, when I got home from work, I used a recipe I’d found on the Internet for lembas and my daughters and I made a batch. As we baked I explained to them as carefully as I could who Tolkien was and what a hobbit is. They are six, four and just turned two, so none of them have seen the Lord of the Rings movies yet, of course.After dinner we assembled upstairs in one of the bedrooms and made a journey through a house lit only by a Christmas tree and a few lamps. My two oldest girls carried the flashlights, and I carried the lembas and a container of honey. One bedroom was Mirkwood, the living room was the plains of Rohan and so on. We ended up setting up camp in the den downstairs where, by the light of our electric torches, we ate our lembas and I read Tolkien’s wonderful poem about the road that starts at our door. We talked about adventures and their eyes were wide with wonder……But I worry a little bit about events like this which are faintly liturgical without being explicitly Christian. Should I worry? And how old should a child be before she’s ready for The Hobbit? The response is a wise and sensible one aimed at allaying the letter writer’s worries, but it all reminded me that the question touches on a concern shared by other Christians (usually of the more Calvinistic strains, who are by nature highly suspicious of the imagination) and exemplified by the splash page for Christianity and Middle-Earth, which reads thus:“There was a man sent from God, whose name was J.R.R. Tolkien. The same came for a witness, to bear witness of the Light, that all men through him might believe.”The astute reader will recognize the scripture, which in its original state refers to John the Baptist. I could have left the quotation from the Gospel of John as originally written, and it would have been just as applicable, due to the fact that Tolkien’s first name was John; however, this is a Tolkien-flavored-Christianity website and requires its own ‘statement of purpose,’ which is precisely what is expressed in that paraphrase. I rely on the intelligence and lateral thinking abilities of my readers to enable them to see my intent and not suspect me of trying to start a new religion.
~~~Part of the same response includes this anecdote: [A] woman wrote to Lewis once, worrying that her child loved Aslan more than Jesus. Lewis reassured her that, having loved Aslan, the child would, when she encountered Jesus, recognize the very virtues and glories that had attracted her to Aslan.We live in what is perilously close to a post-Christian society. As a whole, our children no longer learn the backstories of Western culture. Ideas and concepts that we older Americans take for granted are more and more a mystery to the young. They have little literary connection to the distant past (or to even their grandparents’ for that matter); the traditions and stories have been taken from them as effectively as if Norsemen had swooped in and burnt our schools and libraries, lock, stock and manuscript.In my more naive days on the internet, when I viewed messageboards with a less jaundiced eye, the “Is The Lord of the Rings Christian?” issue would come up occasionally in discussions, usually to be energetically denied by this bouncy young heathen or that one, all indignant that his favorite movie be slandered. I found this bewildering at first – wasn’t the metaphor clear as a bell? – but eventually I began to comprehend the problem. Say ‘Christian’ to your average junior high students and they immediately have nightmares of syrupy music and pay-and-pray-preachers and handing out tracts on the street corner. (Unless of course, they recall more vividly that overwrought nitwit in Alabama who was all over the news shows screaming “Take your hands off our God!” or whatever it was. I must admit to hoping he was a Berkeley plant.)The high romance of Christianity - the tales of kingless thrones and kings to come, of warriors and captains, of seers and wanderers and prophets and archangels so nicely nutshelled by Paul in Hebrews 11 and echoed in Arthurian legend - is not what was uppermost in their minds. They’re probably not even aware that such an idea as romantic theology exists, that to step out onto the Road behind Jesus Christ is to possess a place in the grandest and most authentic Fellowship of all.
~~~Everybody doesn’t have to see Christ in The Lord of the Rings. Some Christians will see the metaphor clearly and be renewed and reinvigorated in their faith in Jesus Christ; others will watch it once or read it once and then forget about the whole thing.But there are also many people to whom the basic themes of Christianity are an utter mystery – and here I have special hope for our children - who will have their hearts fresh-furrowed to receive the seed-concept of a both a sacrifice and a returning king. Frodo is the shadow; Christ is the reality. Aragorn is the shadow: Christ is the reality.They will watch or read in fascination an epic battle between Good and Evil, a modern version of Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained, and perhaps for the first time ever be deeply moved by the power of storytelling in a way that has been denied them in their own lives by their own culture. Thus someday, when the time is right, perhaps they will answer the call of Heaven and turn to the true Captain of their souls - because just possibly God in his mysterious wisdom chose to work through an English storyteller and a New Zealand filmmaker to show them a small hobbit named Frodo, innocent, gentle and portrayed with a angelic beauty that wouldn’t be out of place on the Sistine Chapel ceiling, taking up his cross and setting his face to Mordor and Mount Doom. And it is that willingness to give up his own life to save Middle-Earth from burning in the fires of Sauron’s hell, the willingness of Christ Jesus to give up his own life to save mankind from the hell-fires of judgment and oblivion, that makes possible the other major storyline, both of Tolkien’s imagined tale and our own very real one:The Return of the King.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Knishes and Champagne

Getting Tested for Rosh Hashanah
by David Brickner
September 15, 2004
This is an archived article. It originally appeared on September 15, 2004. Some information may be outdated.
Don't worry, Rosh Hashanah is not a new disease; it's the Jewish New Year, which begins tonight at sundown. A traditional greeting at this season is "L'shanah tovah," which means, "To a good year." We eat apples and honey, honey cakes and sweets, all to wish each other a sweet New Year. Yet, Rosh Hashanah actually signals the beginning of a time of testing-spiritual testing, that is.
The blast of the shofar (ram's horn) associated with this holy day calls us to a period of eight days of introspection and self-examination known as "the Days of Awe." This time of reflection and repentance is to prepare us for Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, the holiest day of the Jewish calendar. At this season we test ourselves to see where we stand in our spiritual lives. We must examine our hearts to see if we are truly living for God as we should. If we discover sin in our lives (not too hard of a hunt for me) we need to repent of that sin and turn towards the Lord, seeking forgiveness and restoration.
But we can also find ourselves being tested by God in this season. His reasons for tests are not always clear to us right away. Testing is a fact of life. From the womb to the tomb we endure various kinds of tests. For some, life seems to be a constant test. Many wish for the time of testing and stress to be over for good. But God intends His testing to be a blessing that strengthens our faith and draws us closer to Him. God knows how to design a test that goes straight to the heart of a matter to accomplish His exact purposes.
Throughout Scriptures we see that God tested His people. Look at Abraham. It is traditional at this time of year for Jewish people to read "the Akeda" which means the binding of Isaac. Take encouragement from the fact that not only did Abraham endure the test (willingness to give up his only son), but as a result of passing that test, he received the precious promises of God, ". . . because you have done this thing,.blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore. . ." (Gen.22:16b-17)
Today we all benefit from Abraham's faithfulness, faithfulness in the midst of great testing. The binding of Isaac was a prefiguring of Y'shua's (Jesus') passion and suffering, as well as of His death and resurrection. It was predicted concerning the Messiah that God would test him in this way: "Yet it was the LORD's will to crush him and cause him to suffer." (Isaiah 53:10) We can only imagine the struggles Jesus endured, knowing what lay before Him. He told His disciples in advance of the emotional toll this test was having on Him. ". . . My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. . ." (Mark 14:34)
Our Messiah Y'shua endured a horrific test on our behalf. But because He endured and passed this terrible test, we who trust in Him stand forgiven and cleansed of all our sin. We have a hope that will never fade, a confidence of our eternal life with Him in glory. Our Day of Atonement came about when we trusted Messiah Jesus to be our Redeemer and Savior from sin. Now we can come before Him with the assurance of His grace each and every day of our lives.
Still, it doesn't hurt to pause to reflect and test our hearts. Perhaps this season is a good time to do just that. Our confidence in God's forgiveness doesn't preclude us from being tested, and it may be that some are enduring difficult trials even now. The good news is that God promises to be with us and to help us endure, even as He helped Abraham and our Messiah Jesus to endure. As with Abraham and Y'shua, we can be sure that our testing is intended to produce good things: "You know that the testing of your faith produces patience." (James 1:3) Knowing that God intends only good things for us, we are also instructed to "test ourselves to see if we are in the faith. . . " (2 Corinthians 13:5)
Lamentations tells us, "Let us examine our ways and test them, and let us return to the LORD." (Lamentations 3:40) Are you being tested this Rosh Hashanah? Don't fear the test or try to avoid it. Instead, look for the blessing and find out what God intends to do through the test in your life. That kind of trust will help to make for a sweet New Year. L'Shanah Tovah!

David Brickner
Executive Director of Jews for Jesus
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Monday, September 18, 2006

Call me a cab and tell me you love me

Good morning once more. This kind of thing seems to happen again and again, week after week, year after year, doesn't it? It might be nice to wake up to dusk once in ones lifetime, but no matter. That way you wouldn't even have to get out of bed. In any case it will be Friday in four days so gear up and hang on.
Credited to www.quotations page, enjoy a little of our favorite New York misanthrope, Ms. Fran Lebowitz with your Monday am hot coffee and regrets of the weekend.
Dedicated to Bootsy Leibowitz, Getrude and any divorced woman with triplets in tow. We're in this together honey.

All God's children are not beautiful. Most of God's children are, in fact, barely presentable.
Fran Lebowitz
Ask your child what he wants for dinner only if he's buying.
Fran Lebowitz
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Food is an important part of a balanced diet.
Fran Lebowitz
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Great people talk about ideas, average people talk about things, and small people talk about wine.
Fran Lebowitz
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Humility is no substitute for a good personality.
Fran Lebowitz
I must take issue with the term 'a mere child,' for it has been my invariable experience that the company of a mere child is infinitely preferable to that of a mere adult.
Fran Lebowitz
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I never took hallucinogenic drugs because I never wanted my consciousness expanded one unnecessary iota.
Fran Lebowitz
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I've done the calculation and your chances of winning the lottery are identical whether you play or not.
Fran Lebowitz
If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater, suggest that he wear a tail.
Fran Lebowitz
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In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.
Fran Lebowitz
Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep.
Fran Lebowitz
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My favorite animal is steak.
Fran Lebowitz
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No animal should ever jump up on the dining-room furniture unless absolutely certain that he can hold his own in the conversation.
Fran Lebowitz
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Special-interest publications should realize that if they are attracting enough advertising and readers to make a profit, the interest is not so special.
Fran Lebowitz
Success didn't spoil me, I've always been insufferable.
Fran Lebowitz
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The opposite of talking isn't listening. The opposite of talking is waiting.
Fran Lebowitz
Your life story would not make a good book. Don't even try.
Fran Lebowitz
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Humility is no substitute for a good personality.
Fran Lebowitz, Metropolitan Life, 1978
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Remember that as a teenager you are at the last stage of your life when you will be happy to hear that the phone is for you.
Fran Lebowitz, Social Studies (1981)

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Serious as a Heart Attack

Its back to school time and that means lots of dry learning. A friend brought up the works of Simone Weil and I thought it might be a kick to review. This is a girl that needed a black and white if I ever saw one (i.e. "Black and White" chocolate and vanilla ice cream with hot fudge and marshmallow sauce) (look up Fentons.com) Don't be misled in believing the French know how to live it up. They remain a dramatic people, but woah! Taking yourself way too seriously there Momo! A great American axiom: "Don't sweat the small stuff". Not that T.B. and human suffering are footnotes, however Simone darling-- critical thinker beyond compare, wake up sweetie, there's boys out there! In my opinion she was conflicted about Christianity, believing in its beauty however ruminated other equal roads that lead to God. Scripture speaks clearly that there is no other name (Jesus) under heaven by which man must be saved. Period. I hope she was but there is room for doubt, this encourages debate if you, dear reader, are so inclined.
Onward. Grab your Ben and Jerry's New york Super Fudge Chunk and chew slowly.

Life
Weil was born in Paris in 1909. Her ancestry was Jewish, but Simone and her older brother, the mathematician André Weil, were raised as agnostics. She suffered throughout her life from severe headaches and sinusitis. And don't we all?

Intellectual life
Weil excelled from a young age, reading advanced books and becoming proficient in Ancient Greek at the age of twelve. She came second in her class at the École Normale Supérieure, ahead of Simone de Beauvoir in third place. (First class honours went to a young woman who pursued an undistinguished career in the French public service.)
She received her teaching diploma in 1931, and became a teacher of philosophy at a girls’ school named Le Puy. While teaching, Weil became involved in the local political activity, joining the unemployed and striking workers. Although members of the middle class criticized her involvement with the workers, Weil was undeterred. She continued to write about her views concerning the democratic and capitalist societies, but strayed from her previous Marxist beliefs. During this time, Weil wrote Oppression and Liberty and numerous short articles for trade union journals. In these works Weil critiques popular Marxist thought and provides a pessimistic account of the limits of capitalism and socialism. In 1934 she was forced to stop teaching because of her unorthodox methods and began working in a Paris factory. Factory work was very satisfying for Weil as she believed that her experience was allowing her to connect with the working class. Unfortunately, she could not continue to work in the factories because of her poor health and lack of physical strength.

Political activism
In 1919, when she was ten, she declared herself a Bolshevik. Love that. Forget pokemon! I think the only things I could declare at the age of ten was an inordinate affection for a large pink stuffed rabbit in my posession and the deep desire to attach myself to a helium balloon in hopes of being the first woman in space. Anyway, in her late teens, she became involved in the worker’s movement. She wrote political tracts, marched in demonstrations, and advocated worker’s rights. At this time she was a Marxist, pacifist, and trade unionist.
Weil often took actions that would allow her to empathize with the working class. In 1915, when she was only six years old, she swore off sugar in solidarity with the troops entrenched along the Western Front. In 1934, she took a year-long leave of absence from her teaching position, working incognito as a laborer in two factories. Despite ill health and natural awkwardness, she endured for several months. In 1935 she resumed teaching while donating most of her income. In 1933, she participated in the general strike throughout France by the worker’s unions, protesting against unemployment and wage cuts.
Though she considered herself a pacifist, in 1936 she joined the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War. However, her clumsiness repeatedly put her corps at risk; finally she suffered serious burns which caused her to leave Spain and travel to Assisi to recuperate.

Conversion
In 1937, she continued to write essays on labor and management issues, and war and peace. Then in the spring she experienced a religious ecstasy in the same church in which Saint Francis of Assisi had prayed. She prayed for the first time in her life. She had another, more powerful revelation in 1938. From that time on, her writings took on a more mystical and spiritual content, while retaining their focus on social and political issues. She was attracted to Roman Catholicism, but refused baptism, fearing that the consolations of organised religion would impair her faith.
During World War II, she lived for a time in Marseille, receiving spiritual direction from a Dominican friar.

Late life
In 1942, she travelled to the USA and afterwards to the UK. In London, she became a French Resistance worker. Her health had always been frail, and the punishing work regime she assumed for the Resistance soon took its toll. In 1943 she was diagnosed with tuberculosis and instructed to rest and maintain a generous diet. However, the idealism which had always informed Weil's political activism and material detachment did not permit her to accept special treatment.
Although her health was rapidly deteriorating, Weil limited herself to the rations she imagined her compatriots were subjected to in the occupied territories of France. In fact, she most likely ate less, since she refused food on most occasions. Her condition quickly deteriorated, and she was moved to a sanatorium in Ashford, Kent, England.
She died in August 1943, aged 34, of cardiac failure. The coroner's report said that "the deceased did kill and slay herself by refusing to eat whilst the balance of her mind was disturbed." Most of her work was published posthumously. Bummer

Thought
Weil's philosophy can be roughly divided between her secular thinking and her spiritual thinking. This is a rough division because, for Weil, the world is the stage both for spirituality and for politics, but it must still be recognized, because Weil's spiritual drive is an essentially personal one, while her public philosophy emphasizes relationships that hold between groups and individuals, and is interested in healing social rifts and providing for physical and psychological needs of the mass of humanity.

Weil's critique of secular metaphysics in Lectures on Philosophy
In Lectures on Philosophy (hereafter LP), Weil attempts, among other things, to set forth for her lycée students a coherent version of the materialist philosophical project. (She might say: "What a coherent materialism would look like, if it existed.") It is sometimes difficult to discern what methods are operating, and particularly what her truth- or validity-criteria are, and whence she derived authority for her varied claims. This is, in fact, a concern throughout her work. Implicitly, her method seems to be something like that of William James, in that she deals with truth not so much logically or scientifically but psychologically or phenomenologically--she is concerned in LP with disclosing what she believes to be the conditions necessary for an experience of truth or reality to emerge for the human subject, or for an object, concept, etc. to emerge as real within human experience. However, she does not argue, as does James, for a general theory of human truth-production justified by recourse to empirical observation; for her, the problem of truth is always a deeply personal one, to be approached through introspection. She is caught between her own yearning for traditional, idealist philosophy and her own appreciation of the limits of foundationalism. Thus we find statements like:
Any proof of the syllogism would be absurd. The syllogism is, to put it briefly, nothing but a rule of language to avoid contradiction: at bottom the principle of non-contradiction is a principle of grammar.--LP, p. 78 and we are forced to accept the postulates and axioms precisely because we are unable to give an account of them. What one can do is try to explain why they seem obvious to us.
alongside the most strident and unforgiving proclamations of this or that specific truth. When pressed, her final appeals take forms like, "It's based on what is beautiful, and if it's beautiful, it must be true." This is not quite a child's naïve clinging to fancy or an absurd extension of the Keatsian axiom, though it is kin to both; it is expression of how personally Weil took truth: she counted as true not that which she could prove but that upon which she depended, that which she could not do without. In LP she tells us:
One can never really give a proof of the reality of anything; reality is not something open to proof, it is something established. It is established just because proof is not enough. It is this characteristic of language, at once indispensable and inadequate, which shows the reality of the external world. Most people hardly ever realize this, because it is rare that the very same man thinks and puts his thought into action...--LP, 72-3
Weil is pointing here to the disjunction between planning and execution which is brought about by the division of labor between designer (architect, for example) and worker (bricklayer, for example), a division which holds the place almost of original sin for both Weil and for John Dewey, and which also reflects Weil's encounters with the philosophy of Marx.
That connection becomes even stronger when we read, What marks off the "self" is method; it has no other source than ourselves: it is when we really employ method that we really begin to exist. As long as one employs method only on symbols one remains within the limits of a sort of game. In action that has method about it, we ourselves act, since it is we ourselves who found the method; we really act because what is unforeseen presents itself to us.--LP, p. 72-3
In other words, for Weil, both self and world are constituted precisely in and only through informed action upon the world. This resembles pragmatic arguments forwarded by Dewey and James about the key role of observation and above all experimentation in creating human knowledge.
Weil's mystical theology in Gravity and Grace, etc. Weil's theology is interesting and complex both in itself and in the factors which encouraged its genesis in her psyche. Some have suggested that she should be regarded as a modern-day Marcionite, due to her virtually wholesale rejection of the Old Testament and her overall distaste for the Judaism which was technically hers by birth; others have identified her as a gnostic for similar reasons, and also for her mystical theologization of geometry, Platonic philosophy, and so forth. However, it has been pointed out that this analysis falls apart when it comes to the creation of the world, for Weil does not regard the world as a debased creation of a demiurge, but as a direct expression of God's love--despite the fact that she also recognizes it as a place of evil, affliction, and the brutal mixture of chance and necessity. This juxtaposition leads her to produce an unusual form of Christian theodicy.
It is difficult to speak conclusively of Weil's theology, since it exists only in the form of scattered aphoristic scribblings in her notebooks and as an influence on her more secular writings that were intended for publication, and also in a few letters. None of these formats provides a very direct path to understanding her beliefs, since the first is only semi-formed, the second only enables us to see the secondary effects, and the third is subject to being skewed according to Weil's desire to present herself differently to different interlocutors. However, it is possible to make certain generalizations.

Absence
Absence is the key image for her metaphysics, cosmology, cosmogeny, and theodicy. She believed that God created by an act of self-delimitation--in other words, because God is conceived as a kind of utter fulness, a perfect being, no creature could exist except where he was not. Thus creation occurred only when God withdrew a part of himself.
This is, for Weil, an original kenosis preceding the corrective kenosis of Christ's incarnation. (One might compare this with Christologies like that of Athanasius, which emphasize the incarnation as a natural extension of creation rather than as a break from the original created order.) We are thus born in a sort of damned position not owing to original sin as such, but because to be created at all we had to be precisely what God is not, i.e., we had to be the opposite of what is holy. This notion of creation is a cornerstone of her theodicy, for if creation is conceived this way (as necessarily containing evil within itself), then there is no problem of the entrance of evil into a perfect world. Nor does this constitute a delimitation of God's omnipotence, if it is not that God could not create a perfect world, but that the act which we refer towards by saying "create" in its very essence implies the impossibility of perfection.
However, this notion of the necessity of evil does not mean that we are simply, originally, and continually doomed; on the contrary, Weil tells us that "Evil is the form which God's mercy takes in this world." Weil believed that evil, and its consequence, affliction, served the role of driving us out of ourselves and towards God--"The extreme affliction which overtakes human beings does not create human misery, it merely reveals it." More specifically, affliction drives us to what Weil referred to as "decreation"--which is not death, but rather closer to "extinction" (nirvana) in the Buddhist tradition--the willed dissolution of the subjective ego in attaining realization of the true nature of the universe.
(Of course, Weil's concept of that true nature was a Platonistic or Vedantic one of metaphysical fulness, while the Buddhist concept is one of metaphysical emptiness, but the soteriological strategies and metaphors suffer considerable overlap.)

Affliction
Weil's concept of affliction ("malheur") goes beyond simple suffering, though it certainly includes it. Only some souls are capable of truly experiencing affliction; these are precisely those souls which are least deserving of it--that are most prone or open to spiritual realization. Affliction was a sort of suffering plus, which inclusively transcended both the body and mind; they were physical and mental anguish that went beyond to scourge the very soul.
War and oppression were the most intense cases of affliction; to experience it she turned to the life of a factory worker, while to understand it she turned to Homer's Iliad. Affliction was associated both with necessity and with chance--it was fraught with necessity because it was hardwired into existence itself, and thus imposed itself upon the sufferer with the full force of the inescapable, but it was also subject to chance inasmuch as chance, too, is an inescapable part of the nature of existence. The element of chance was essential to the unjust character of affliction; in other words, my affliction should not usually--let alone always--follow from my sin, as per traditional Christian theodicy, but should be visited upon me for no special reason.
The man who has known pure joy, if only for a moment...is the only man for whom affliction is something devastating. At the same time he is the only man who has not deserved the punishment. But, after all, for him it is no punishment; it is God holding his hand and pressing rather hard. For, if he remains constant, what he will discover buried deep under the sound of his own lamentations is the pearl of the silence of God. (Gravity and Grace)

Metaxu: "Every separation is a link."
The concept of metaxu, which Weil borrowed from Plato, is that which both separates and connects. (e.g., as a wall separates two prisoners but can be used to tap messages) This idea of connecting distance was of the first importance for Weil's understanding of the created realm. The world as a whole, along with any of its components, including our physical bodies, are to be regarded as serving the same function for us in relation to God that a blind man's stick serves for him in relation to the world about him. They do not afford direct insight, but can be used experimentally to bring the mind into practical contact with reality. This metaphor allows any absence to be interpreted as a presence, and is a further component in Weil's theodicy.

Beauty
For Weil, "The beautiful is the experimental proof that the incarnation is possible." For Weil, the beauty which is inherent in the form of the world (this inherency is proven, for her, in geometry, and expressed in all good art) is the proof that the world points to something beyond itself; it establishes the essentially telic character of all that exists.
Beauty also served a soteriological function for Weil: "Beauty captivates the flesh in order to obtain permission to pass right to the soul." It constitutes, then, another way in which the divine reality behind the world invades our lives. Where affliction conquers us with brute force, beauty sneaks in and topples the empire of the self from within.

Weil's Work in The Need for Roots
Written during WWII, Simone Weil’s book The Need for Roots was written right before her death. She was in London working for the French Resistance and trying to convince De Gaulle to form a contingent of nurses to serve at the front lines. Weil’s book on the Need for Roots has an ambitious plan. It sets out to address the past and to set out a road map for the future of France after WWII. She painstakingly analyzes the spiritual and ethical milieu that led up to France’s defeat by the German army, and then addresses these issues with the prospect of eventual French victory. What marks her work is the concreteness of her plans and analysis. This means that she does not clothe her plan in theoretical language, but puts it a concrete form—for Weil, the concreteness of the plan would assure its implementation.

Obligations versus Rights
There are several key themes in the work. The first is the precedence that obligation has over rights. For Weil, unless a person understands that they have certain obligations in life, towards themselves, towards others, and towards society, the notion of right will have no power or value.
At the same time, obligations have a transcendental origin. They come from a realm that imposes an imperative—this must is a light from the other world which shines on this world and provides it with direction and order. For Weil, this is a spiritual concept—this means that it transcends the world of competing interests and power games. It opens up a world where justice is possibility and a promise and provides the foundation upon which any purely selfish and relative means find their true perspective. Obligation has its analogy to the “Thou Shalt not…” of the Ten Commandments. It is the feeling of sacredness with regard to the holy. It is that which stops us from transgressing certain boundaries of ethical or spiritual behavior. It is that which, if profaned, inspires in us feelings and torments of guilt. It has its home in the conscience, that voice inside us that tells us what is and is not right to do. For Weil, there is one obligation that supersedes all others. This is the obligation to respect and love the Other. It is recognizable in the feelings and emotions associated with harming something so essential to being human that if we violate it, we violate a holy shrine. This something in a human being is what makes them who they are and what they are. For Weil, without this supernatural world, we are left to a human world where power and force hold sway. This means that the strongest and smartest will crush and destroy those whenever and wherever they can. The struggle for power is the motor of human history, she believes. It is the human condition. It is the source of human suffering and injustice. In her analysis, there is no human answer to this struggle for power, nor is it possible to stop the struggle with any form of ideology, such as Marxism or capitalism or any other form of man-made political system. The world of spirit, for Weil, confronts this struggle for power. Spirituality is not a way out, an unearthly and utopian dream—instead, she believes that there are techniques that enable humans to become spiritual. These techniques are the ones that the great mystics of every religious tradition has recognized and practiced. For her, the mystical practices of Saint Teresa, Saint Francis of Assisi and St. John of the Cross, especially are telling. For Weil, they are manuals of dealing with the pain and suffering of concrete life while maintaining a link to the transcendent world of God. Obligations, therefore, provide a link to the spiritual realities that give life meaning and sustain the oppressed and sufferer with its healing power. But obligation is also that power that calls to each of us from the face of another. For Weil, this aspect of the other is that which is inviolable in each and every human being. As she states in one of her essays, it is that part of each of us that expects the good to be done to us. It is that which cries out for justice when it is violated. Rights, on the other hand, are those relative ends which we strive for. They are not eternal in the way that obligations are, and instead rely on obligations to have legitimacy. That is, unless we have an obligation to respect the human in people, rights will not be given any legitimacy

Why is Spirituality Necessary for Politics?
Another aspect of this question is the awareness that Weil brings to social and political problems of why spirituality is necessary. It might be a truism that true change in a society cannot occur unless there is a subjective change as well. There is an example of this in alcohol or drug treatment programs. Unless the person wants to change, all the counseling and the support groups will not make a person change. or Weil, on the social level, this is true of societies as well. In her analysis of history and revolutions, she showed that every revolution ultimately replaced one form of oppression with another. For her, this showed that the reality of history is struggle for power. This is why she believed that for true change, a spiritual awakening must occur in individual conscience. Take an example: why, with all the money thrown at poverty in the US, is there still poverty? For Weil, the answer to this question is that the programs and money were directed at the wrong problems. Because they were programs by those who had for those who did not have, the misrelation in power continued—in many ways, the rich instituted programs that would continue to benefit them and maintain their hold on power.
Perhaps this in and of itself justifies the notion that living with the poor and oppressed changes one’s consciousness. Of course, a simple or superficial identification with the poor will not be an authentic experience. But a continued and extended opening up of oneself to the pain and suffering of the poor and oppressed—putting oneself into their condition and seeking that condition would seem to work a change in the spirit. Perhaps this is why Weil commends the mystical practices of the saints—this rigorous and methodical emptying of oneself does not come easily—it is too easy to believe that one is there while still holding on to the escape route in the back of one’s mind. It demands something like a spiritual practice to seek out all those ways we have of deluding ourselves and lying to ourselves. Weil never says that it is simply a matter of living with the poor—there is a constant reminder in her writings that this experience must permeate one’s entire spirit and being. In her words, one must become a slave to understand what a slave endures.

Can we guarantee obligations?
How does a social organization guarantee that the obligations that individual members owe to each other are carried out? How does a social organization nurture and help bring to birth this awareness of one’s obligations to others? hese are some of the problems that Weil realizes she must answer if she is to provide a realistic and workable solution to the problem of injustice in the world. As mentioned earlier, change must come from inside for people to really change. But how do you make someone change? The answer is that you do not, instead you must provide a social structure that meets certain needs and anchors them in a fertile and nurturing soil. Thus the metaphor of rootedness in her work. Based on her analysis of obligation, Weil therefore posits that there are certain spiritual needs of the human soul. Without these, a human society will die and its dying will crush and destroy human souls. For her, every socio-cultural entity deserves respect. It is the sum of all human aspirations and wisdom. The flowering of human souls—past, present, and future—depends in many ways on a socio-cultural entity to thrive and grow. She uses the analogy of a garden. This is not hyperbole—in a very real way, Weil believes, the human soul is like a plant that thrives or dies, depending on the type of environment in which it grows. Like a plant that responds to good soil, sunshine and nutrients, the human soul responds to a nurturing social structure, the light of the spirit, and the elements of the state. For Weil, the nutrients of the soul, what she calls its food, when present in a society reflect overall health for both the individual soul and the society. It is important to note Weil’s emphasis at the start on the individual. All elements of a socio-cultural entity begin and end with the individual. Now, the individual has both material and spiritual aspects. Weil does not buy into the notion that man is only a soul or only a body. Both aspects of a human have needs and these needs must be met or the individual is in jeopardy of dying. Even though Weil talks about societies and nations, she is emphatic in her denunciation of the notion that society or the nation is the most important entity in the spirutal life of an individual. She does not believe that collectivities have rights which somehow outweigh those of the individual, nor does she believe that these can solve problems in and of themselves related to injustice. They are merely the means to attaining justice, not the ends.

The Spiritual Needs of the Soul
The soul needs food just as the body needs food, according to Weil. This food comes in the form of meeting the obligations that encourage the soul to grow and mature. These needs include the following.

Order
The need for order reflects Weil’s overall belief that the universe follows a rigid course of cause and effect. This order, however, relates to the ability of all members of a society to keep the obligations that they must observe for a free and just society to exist. This order is a balancing of obligations and needs. Without this balance, the society becomes sick and ultimately may die.
Unlike things in the natural world, however, where there are opposites and extremes one must maintain a mean, the true nature of order allows all spiritual needs to be met and satisfied. With natural needs and desires, there are polar opposites, but with spiritual needs, they all need to be present for true freedom and justice to exist.

Liberty
Liberty relates to the ability and freedom to make choices. The need for individual choice is weighed against the rules of society, thereby limiting our choices. Liberty and choice relate to maturity—mature individuals grow up understanding their own liberty depends on the liberty of others and the ability of society to control the negative actions of others. The rules that are imposed should accord with conscience. And though the realm of action may be restricted, for people of goodwill and conscience, they are second nature and accord well with the liberty of all members of a society.

Obedience
Obedience comes about through the free consent of all members of the society that are affected. There is obedience to rules and to those who enforce the rules and exercise authority over others. When these are obeyed through a free and open consent, there is not servility but obedience. Consent is the heart of obedience—since obedience out of fear of punishment or hope of reward breeds servility. She notes that in her own time, men are starved for obedience—yet there are those [read Hitler] who have exploited that fact and enslaved men instead.

Responsibility
For Weil, responsibility is what each person needs to feel useful and indispensable in their social life. Many people want to know the worth of their work, therefore they want to know what the big picture is relating to the work that they do. People also want to know what the interconnections are between his own actions, those of his or her fellow citizens, and those of the society as a whole. In other words, people need to know the part that they play in every great or small undertaking. Closely related to responsibility is the need for initiative—that is the possibility to show one’s leadership.

Equality
This notion relates to the respect that each individual deserves simply as a human being. There are no reasons why someone should not deserve this respect. Society where opportunities depend on natural talents and expertise will produce some inequalities. Society must ensure that these inequalities do not impinge on this need for equality. One way to obviate this is to provide stiffer penalties for those in positions of authority and power than for those without this status. Note also her emphasis on how many can affect equality. It should not be made the measure of all things, as she puts it.

Hierarchism
Veneration of superiors as symbols, of what? “that realm situated above all men and whose expression in this world is made up of the obligations owed by each man to his fellowmen.” The superiors should acknowledge this as the source of their authority, not their personal powers. “The effect of true hierarchism is to bring each one to fit himself morally into he place he occupies.

Honour
This has to do with the respect due to each human being as part of his social environment. It is recognition of his role in and activities as part of a greater social purpose—this links individuals to a past and to the actions of those who went before him or her.
Oppression rubs out true honor and the traditions and past accomplishments of men and women are extinguished. They lose their “social prestige.” Conquering rubs out these traditions and this memory, thereby desecrating the memory of those who have gone before and denying members of the conquered society and relationship to the heroism and traditions of their past. Instead, they are made to honor and venerate the heroes and heroines of the conquering nation.
Modern societies have a warped sense of honor—while they honor certain types of heroes such as aviators, millionaires, and others like them. But the heroism of miners and others are left unacknowledged.

Punishment
There are two types of punishment: disciplinary and penal. Disciplinary punishment puts people back on track after making a mistake, much as we do for children. Failings against which it would be too exhausting to fight if there were no social support.
Penal punishment welds a man back into society again after he or she makes commits a crime of their own accord. This is best done with consent on his part—“the only way of showing respect for somebody who has placed himself outside the law is to reinstate him inside the law by subjecting him to the punishment ordained by the law.” But punishment as fear is wrong. Punishment must be an honor. “It must not only wipe out the stigma of the crime, but must be regarded as a supplementary form of education, compelling a higher devotion to the public good. The severity of the punishment must be in keeping with the kind of obligation which has been violated, and not with the interests of public security.” This last comment shows Weil’s concern that crimes committed by those with more public authority and power should be punished more severely in many cases than those committing “lesser” crimes.

Freedom of Opinion
The big thing to note here is her emphasis on the individual. Only individuals have opinions. This is important, because she opposes this idea to the idea that associations or corporations have opinions as well. This is seen in some countries, particularly the United States of America, where companies and political parties are said to have the right of freedom of speech.
Weil also asserts that individuals should be responsible for their words. They should not be simply allowed to express any shocking opinion, unless they are willing either to admit that they don’t stand behind their words or that they do; in the most egregious situations, individuals could be penalized for making outrageous statements that spurred others to perform immoral acts.

Truth
For Weil, truth is one of the most important needs of the soul. She says that all people should be nurtured in truth and be protected from sources of untruth, such as newspapers, false media accounts, and propaganda. Her main focus seems to be on the laborers again. She notes that a laborer who spends 8 hours a day working must not be expected to be able to have to distinguish between what is true and false in the papers or other media. They must expect that what they see, hear, or read is invariably true. To ensure truth in the media, she suggests setting up special courts to which those who believe that someone is spreading falsehoods can be brought and judged. For Weil, the dissemination of lies and falsehoods is a crime as dangerous as any other, if not worse than others because it attacks the human soul’s “most sacred need—protection against suggestion and falsehood.”

Uprootedness
Obviously, the concept of uprootedness and the need for roots is basic to Weil’s entire book. Why this metaphor? Is it a metaphor? In some passages, she seems to speak quite literally—as though humans and their social environments are plants and gardens that can be grown and planted through effort. As the title of the book suggests, there is a need for roots—that is, humans need roots to grow. Roots provide the stability and nourishment of a plant. The deeper they go, the more the plant can withstand bad weather and shocks to its system and the more extensive its root system the more nourishment it can receive to grow and remain healthy.
So let’s become clear about what the soil is and what the plant here is. The soil, for Weil, is the social structure that humans create to protect themselves from harm, catastrophes such as starvation, protection from animals, from the elements, and finally protection from each other. The roots are from the plant that symbolizes us humans. Just as plants need good roots and soil to root in, they also need sun. For Weil, the sun to humans is the world of the spirit. It provides light so the nutrients can work properly, just as photosynthesis creates chlorophyll [huh?] from the nutrients using the energy of the sun. Now, let’s explain the logic of this metaphor. The plants in the soil, are human beings. The soil is the social and cultural structures that human beings have built up over the millennia. In most cases, they are evolving and in time we see more recent shoots sprout and grow from older plants. The laws governing the growth of these plants are similar to the laws that govern nature. They are just as rigid, just ineluctable as the law of gravity. The laws that govern the actions of humans in society mirror the laws of the natural world. That is, just as we find a struggle for existence and survival in nature, so also we find a similar struggle within human social structures. This, for Weil is the struggle for power.
In outline, this struggle is unique to human beings. It rests on the necessity of wrestling from the natural world a place that humans can survive in—a human environment which humans have created. At a certain level of human social organization, humans are at peace with other. They have little strife among themselves—the main battle is to find food and shelter and weather the natural elements. We can see examples of this in some tribes in the Amazon.
As societies become more structured and humans begin to develop technical skills and more control of their natural environment, a division of labor occurs—That is, the work that is needed to build cities, grow food for larger populations, pave roads, carry out religious rites--this division of labor means that you must have those who give orders and those who follow orders. This arrangement of worker and manager is necessary for any extended and complex social activity. To conceive, plan, and carry out any great project, there must be those who give orders and those who take orders. The struggle for power is not, Weil asserts, between the workers and the managers, as Marx and others had theorized. The struggle is between those who have the power. They fight and vie with each other for more and more power, more and more control of the undertakings and the direction that a society will take, as well as all the material and psychological rewards that come from power. For Weil, this struggle is inevitable. There is no way to get around it, since human beings must continue—for their survival—to provide for themselves and to maintenance the social structure that is the main instrument of their continued existence. Weil sounds a very pessimistic note on this state of affairs—at the end of one of her essays, she notes that we are born slaves.
This pessimism is only brightened for Weil by the illumination provided by the spiritual reality that she came more and more to experience in her life. It is the spiritual world, with its revelation of obligations and ethical insights that enables societies to soften and re-route the immense pain and suffering caused by the struggle for power. Through the power of the spiritual, human beings can see that their final destiny does not merely end on earth, and that perhaps there will be a final reckoning for the actions that one has performed in this life in a life after death. She found this concept in many religions, from Mesoamerica to Egypt to Greece to China to Druid England. Societies embed these spiritual insights and beliefs into their practices, rituals, and symbols. The spiritual insights of past generations are stored in memory and passed down from generation to generation. The customs, traditions, sacred writings and religion of a society are the embodiment of this spiritual treasury. As generation follows generation, individuals in the present can communicate with the past and the past communicate with the present through this accumulated spiritual wealth. In this way, a medium of continuity across time and space is created and the wisdom of the past can inform and perhaps direct the activities and behavior of the present as individuals plan and move into the future.
We have already seen what spiritual needs the individual has to have to remain free and just. A society that meets and provides these needs is a spiritually rooted one. This society will provide the material and spiritual needs of each member of the society. Weil finds these societies as part of the natural development of human life on earth. They are ordained by God as the creator and source of life. They are precious and should be honored and venerated for their beauty, but above for their ability to sustain human life in its material needs, if not more so with their spiritual journeys and desires. Once a society begins to lose the ability to provide and meet these needs, it starts to die. Once individuals begin to lose their contact with the soil that nourishes and the sun that illuminates each person’s days, they decay from the inside out. Like a tree that has a sickness, the pith and meat of the tree soften and eventually cannot support the weight of the plant and it topples. Why or how does this happen? The answer to this question is complex. But for now, we can say that for Weil, most societies do not die natural deaths. They are killed by conquerors and invaders who uproot civilizations, not only not leaving buildings and temples standing but also destroying those spiritual roots that had perhaps sustained the civilization for hundreds if not thousands of years. This is an immense crime in Weil’s eyes. Through her study of history she had come to love the wonder and beauty of several civilizations. That they were no longer existent, beat into dust by empires, hurt her sense of spiritual balance. Yet, her moral outrage emanated more from a deep despair for she knew that as beautiful as art, architecture, poetry, and religion are, they are nothing compared to the beauty of a human being. Above the death of every civilization she heard a mournful dirge of immense pain and affliction which was the combined voices of each individual who had been hacked, burned, raped, and sodomized—whose human dignity and beauty had been profaned by the merciless and bloody boot of empire and desire for power. It was this affliction which was caused by a human being treating another human like a piece of garbage which she ultimately saw as her own spiritual vocation in life. But above that, it was the vision of a world wherein humans have the responsibility and mission to alleviate as much of this affliction as possible—to create just and free societies where the cries of the orphans and the widows would be heard that drove her to use all of her spiritual and intellectual and physical resources to bring to birth a manifesto that would lay out the blueprint for rebirth and regeneration. This rebirth would serve as the basis for the rise of a civilization to equal those great ones of history…
In one of her essays, Weil says that the oppressed cannot voice their affliction, cannot dry out due to the weight of the pain they suffer. Her work—her words and her life--is an attempt to give voice to this affliction. I want to suggest that this aspect of her work puts it on the level of the ancient Jewish prophets, those men and women who stood up against injustice in the name of God and gave voice to the widows and the orphans, those who are crushed beneath the unending struggle for power. As a side note, I would note the eccentricity of several of the prophets—Ezekiel is said to have used dung to bake his bread, Isaiah to have lain on his side for months at a time. And then we recall Hosea, whom God told to marry a prostitute who continued to leave him, get impregnated, and yet God would tell him to take her back—numerous times. With this in mind, perhaps we can make room for a frail, sickly, young French Jew, who spent her life’s fire fighting for workers, the despised, the marginalized, and died by starving herself because she could not forget that men, women and children in her homeland were dying for want of food.

Causes of Uprootedness
So the question becomes what causes uprootedness in the modern world. In her analysis of uprootedness, she begins with the alienation of the workers from their work and societies, goes on to discuss farmers, and finally takes on nations as a whole. As she confronts each situation, her analysis is clothed in mundane and non-sexy particulars. Yet, her analysis has the ring of authenticity because it combines not only the brilliance of intellectual analytical skills but also the emotional experience of having lived with the workers and seen and understood what their needs—material and spiritual—were. For Weil, there are several main causes for uprootedness. We have already mentioned invasions; she also mentions money and education. These can cause uprootedness by undermining the foundation of why we act and what motivates us to act. Instead of obligations being fundamental to a society. For example, with money it is the desire to make money or see all things important as coming from or in terms of money that causes uprootedness to take place. Education can cause uprootedness by severing the culture of the elite from the rest of the people. She notes the effects of Renaissance, for example, in dissociating the people from their folk culture and having the cultures of antiquity, especially of Rome imposed by the intelligentsia onto the masses of individuals. For Weil, the Renaissance brought to birth the cult of technical science, which brings with it pragmatism and specialization, and severs the mind and soul from any relationship with the world of spirit. Her example of this is the child in school who can parrot the fact that the sun revolves around the earth but no longer looks to heaven for inspiration or reverence or awe. Uprootedness is a disease that causes further uprootedness wherever it goes. Her examples of those who are uprooted include foreign invaders, French colonialists, America (because it is the land of immigrants), British marauders, and the Spanish. Uprootedness can have several outcomes, but the most dangerous are a kind of spiritual lethargy which resembles slavery and a form of activity that spawns and feeds on further uprooting others.

World religions
While Weil's primary religious identification was Christian, she did not limit herself to the Christian religious tradition. She was keenly interested in other traditions—especially the Greek and Egyptian mysteries, Hinduism (especially the Upanishads and the Bhagavad Gita), and Mahayana Buddhism. She believed that all these and others were valid paths to God, and much of her reluctance to join the Catholic Church can be ascribed to that body's reluctance to recognize non-Christian traditions. However, she was opposed to religious syncretism, claiming that it effaced the particularity of the individual traditions: Each religion is alone true, that is to say, that at the moment we are thinking of it we must bring as much attention to bear on it as if there were nothing else...A "synthesis" of religion implies a lower quality of attention.
Weil was an avid classicist, schooled in Greek and, after discovering the Gita, in Sanskrit.

Works
La Pesanteur et la Grace (Gravity and Grace) (1947)
L'Enracinement (The Need for Roots) (1949)
Attente de Dieu (Waiting on God) (1950)
Oppression et Liberté (Oppression and Liberty) (1955)

Further reading
McLellan, David. Utopian Pessimist. New York: Poseidon Press, 1990

External links
"Simone Weil: A saint for our time?" - from The New Criterion
The American Weil Society - American branch of Association pour l'étude de la pensée de Simone Weil
Simone Weil's Home Page - An unofficial page dedicated to Simone Weil

Monday, September 04, 2006

Summer Vacation

Sept. 4, 2006
Greetings to my faithful public. Tuscany was glorious. Hugs to Antonio wherever you may find yourself. Happy Labor Day to all the nice working people. Your recommended film for today is the classic heartbreaker "Picnic" with William Holden & Kim Novak. Your recommended food today is Claires' favorite, blueberry pie, heated, with a dollop of 'sweet cream' ice cream from Shady Glen in Connecticut. Be sure to microwave the pie only, FIRST darlings. Your recommended soundtrack today is the incidental music to "Much Ado About Nothing" by Korngold. Please , not the Branagh monstrosity, but the original (http://www.arkivmusic.com) particularly the "Garden Scene" for those who are currently recovering a summer heartbreak. This will bring it all back. Onward.

About today's article:
Sure it was 2003, but do you care? Of course you don't. Life is too serious now. I could never write this now. I shouldn't have written it then. But its been a long three years. And in the words of John Lennon, mother never told me 'there'd be days like these. So before Autumn 2006 and the realities of life, truth and redeeming the times because the days are evil become inescapably apparent, here's a commercial. Get real close to the TV.


October 2003
Let me state consciously that I hold no illusions about leading an adult life. It is after 5pm when I become adultly unconscious with a plate of well-done protein in front of me with hopefully a tablespoon of dry Merlot that I feel just whimsical enough to wear a beret in the shower. Yet it becomes evident that, at times, one must reclaim ones groove by way of a small and inexpensive vacation. Can one do a shower let alone a behatted one in Bali on $48? No. I opted for an affordable fantasy, thus leading me to the throng of color and movement that is and ever shall be sprawl without end, the Disney Resort in Anaheim, California. Resort? Yeah baby! It started with a phone call to the Disneyland Hotel which I can safely say needs a nice power-washing. Attendants were helpful in explaining that the resort consisting of 2 more hotels, a new theme park AND AND AND a shopping mall can all be enjoyed for about $350 per night plus a park hopper pass costing about $100. I could get a one way ticket to Bali for that! And you can forget coming home. But I took my fantasy beret off and called a non-imaginary friend who lives in Anaheim. And so it began. Years ago I remember fighting with my brother during (any) holiday meal about Walts intentions; that it all was, as one man once said, for the children. 'Oh STOP!', began the onslaught of a diatribe throwing me headlong into the familiar dyspeptic world of political, literary and philosophical parallels providing daily, nay hourly, reminders of why many family members don't talk outside of passing salt.
The Disney men were clearly not adverse to really, really utilizing our system of free enterprise, however present ventures of The Disney Corp.are gaining a vast yield at the expense of the original theme park, which seems at this point, to be largely neglected. Call me sentimental but when Lincoln suffers from wooden lip-synching in a matrixed world I must react.
In wake of the recent tragedy http://www.mouseplanet.com/david/dk030910.htm) it became a moral dilemma on cancelling the trip altogether. I debated whether or not eight years of Clinton and a post 9/11 world had transformed the happiest place on earth into Pleasure Island. I am here to report that, well, yes it has. Its not Pottersville, but real close; and as we say here upon each and every logic-defying California adventure experienced: way! The classic tale of Pinocchio's descent can be framed by the dilemma of humanity seeking a good time but ending up with a wild one. And the word around the land is that they’re going to put in a Disney water slide down the boulevard. Makes you wonder what Mickey and Minnie might say, that is unless Mickey is now Maude dating underage Japanese anime, which is entirely possible. Upon entering this land which now thankfully resides in a well renovated downtown Anaheim which at one point resembled a Tijuana ghetto (oxymoron!) the first thing you see from the freeway is that promise of guaranteed escape through Disney's imagination and perhaps desire to retire in Lucerne: the Matterhorn (which I found also needs powerwashing). At this time of my life true escape would lie in an actual passport to the alps but alas, a fiberglass one will do. Expectation is set, you can smell what might be the socks of the Pirates of the Caribbean until you veer round to the entrance where the spell breaks as you see what looks like a big yo-yo with Disneyland Resort, California spinning uncontrollably out of it. The state name is helpful for those who believe we live in occupied Azatlan, however I have truck with the word 'resort'. Maybe because it reminds me that I'm not really in Bali. I know I will not get a little umbrella in my $9 hamburger or pre-parade hot chocolate, which I also remember being around the same price. Lots of plastic, cement and no slim, outdated Arthurian script that makes me feel like someday my prince really will come.
Just Disney's name in the famous Disney hand which has become synonymous with global entertainment cartel and the word Resort jarringly attached. And no flowers, just rows of Italian Cypress everywhere hiding endless bus terminals, storage units, camouflage walls, etc. Resorts are a serious money making venture. You bet there's a mall! Parking reinforces that. After crossing the Mason-Dixon line to reach the parking structure, you must admit utilizing the acreage to create more attractions was genius, albeit evil in any direction. Building up instead of out was around in the fifties for heavens sake! I remember as a kid walking what seemed like eternity back to our car. At least as an adult I realize a parking lot with its own horizon to be a phenomenon called Euclidean geometry. Downtown Disney is a pleasant enough typical
outdoor mall with egregiously loud piped music but it is Disney in overdrive and one can only hope the many 'cast members' practice martial arts in order to emotionally master the abusively kinetic atmosphere day in and day out. The mall faces the Paradise Pier, the least expensive of the three hotels offered on the property. This hotel boasts its own entrance (the reservation guy mentioned this) to the new California Adventure theme park and the mall. Convenient alright, unless you want to sleep or awaken to torturously repetitive piped music, theme restaurants and stores ( reservation guy did NOT mention the proximity, the noise or the very active grotesquely self-conscious theme bars which seem to be thriving, i.e. Rainforest Bar and Restaurant, vis a vis Adventureland: it rains inside. Yep.). My boycott of California Adventure was challenged after spying a corkscrew coaster, yet after noting the arresting mouse ears sillouhette I turned, paid my fifty bucks for the original and didn't look back. I must say the simulated San Francisco Transamerica Building structure did make me wonder if they had a Tenderloin exhibit, Castro-For-Kids ride, or perhaps a derailed Muni for people to sit on serving as a 'Family Photo Spot'. "Breakdancing-For-Crack-While-Waiting-for-the-Market St.-Trolley-to-Round-About-Restaurant"? I stopped musing. Forward through the endless maze of ticket kiosks and turnstiles, still hoping to spy a twelve year old Hayley Mills for an autograph to no avail. I was happy to see that blessed train, that archaic monolith of yesteryear still running around the park. No doubt it was still stopping in the pre-Jurassic park panorama of naugahyde dinosaurs-under-glass gumming something green and stringy not refreshed since opening day. This was Disney's contribution to the misguided 50's populist ideal of the self-confident modernist. Evolution, dianetics and a chrome toaster the size of Kansas was modern. I remembered that in evolution the study of punctuated equilibrium requires the occurrence of two unlikely events. In the fifties the only two unlikely events I could come up with would be Republican Eisenhower ending 20 years of Democratic rule in 1952 and Liz Taylor marrying Eddie Fisher. As a child I was promptly corrected by mother during the ride that the fifties and Disney were both wrong and at times unbelievable, and the earth is young and most certainly not a zillion years old. I 'd like to think Disney has now changed his theory by means of personal discovery, but I digress. Following the whistle I trekked down Main Street which still retains charm except for a Starbuck-y cafe, which only reminded me of my first day back from vacation. Up ahead: Sleeping Beauty's castle; it seems so much smaller now. Two swans are present; commiserating, they seem in a funk. 'Dude! You're in Disneyland', I say brightly. 'Whatever' they say with all the apathy of a spent Britney Spears reminded of her pre-pierced, preciously nubile Disney days. They swim away from me as I stare dumbly at their water trail while dripping a $9 ice cream cone on myself. Do they know of the cutbacks? Do they know of the spotty maintenance records? Do they know of the morale rifts and Roy Disney's resignation letter? Whatever indeed. The all too tinny sound of an ill-recorded soundtrack of the original 'I'm wishing' gurgling from the unkempt and overgrown Snow White's Grotto urges me deeper into fantasy's untimely disappointment like a waning love affair. I press forward into the unknown doing the rounds. No luck. Thunder Mt. closed obviously, space Mt closed. Plan B: Tea cups, Casey Jr. Mr. Toad, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan: wood carvings need repair, many mannequins are no longer animatronic, audio recordings are almost inaudible. Same goes for the Matterhorn which needs an AAA diagnostic test and a fresh Tyrol look. I did get whiplash on this one. Wasn't it smoother? Maybe its me. And whither Bear Country? Dunno said one associate. 'What's that?' said another upon answering her cell phone making plans for the evening. 'whassup?. My shock. ' It was down there , BEAR COUNTRY? Teddi Berra? 7 foot bears in hats playing banjos? You mean you Never saw that? When were you born?' '1985' Stands to reason. Cell-phone rings. (excusing herself) 'Look ma'am, I don't know what you're talking about okay?Have a great day' I was given full attention with this youth who possessed the indignant stare of a 21Club maitre'd being asked for a doggie bag. A little blue caplet was falling over her left eye and she seemed disinterested, adjusting a cartilage piercing. What's wrong with me? I don't need Bear Country. I need an annuity. I smiled & moved forward towards New Orleans Square. This brought back memories of Scott Joplin and unfortunately in more recent years the untimely death of an infant outside of Pirates. Things were different now. People were dying. Things were dirty. Some blue suit spied me sitting somewhere betwixt the Columbia clipper dock and the Blue Bayou restaurant (which I still have yet to dine in) trying to make sense of it all. The suit asks me how I am liking my visit and if he could help me. I see his credentials and its all legit. He's taking a POLL of the guests and their comfort level. I say this interview makes me uncomfortable. I say an annuity would be helpful. I furthermore say a death, referring to Thunder Mountain earlier that month, that could have been avoided by simple maintenance makes me furiously uncomfortable After expressing his discomfort, he left, perhaps to seek his own fantasy. Pirates and Haunted House was an immediately recognizable treat, however many original pirates look in need of a good dusting and again, the sound systems should be completely replaced. The dog holding the keys? Since 1955? Mange. In fact many of the pirates and ghosties need reupholstering, re-mastering, mixing, touch-ups seal-coat, something. Hope now lay desperately in Tomorrowland. Even yesterday Tomorrowland was retro. The future! Brought to you by Amana! Now in its post apocalyptic state sans submarine, (one of the most imaginative if not claustrophobic rides) the drained pool with naked tracks and uninspired , fallen mermaids stands like a forgotten behemoth waiting for the wrecking ball. Or a dolphin show. The George Lucas inspired Star Tours remains fresh even after fifteen years. Which brings us to the new Adventureland/Speilberg ride. Based on a worn Indiana Jones plot, the old Disney feel is captured with delightful synergy, suspense and overall charm. The build up, ride breakaway and familiar aesthetic all come to life with a thoughtful storyboard and satisfying conclusion complete with a beautifully timed excursion drenched with the rush illusion of free-fall instability without throwing your back out. This and the Lucas ride have the original elements of imagination, humor and artistry that feel like home with a properly fashioned live-action vehicle that touts the Disney moniker. It’s understandable how some of the rides become obsolete as the meaning gets lost on a new audience (have ANY kids born in the last ten years read/seen/heard of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Swiss Family Robinson or Treasure Island?). But to sacrifice the original theme park's purpose in preserving the positive Disney pretense of namesake touchstones (which yielded big money being solely reliant on illusion and the artifice of Disney's own imagination)in favor of focusing on an AMUSEMENT park which carries no original ideas or history with the public will prove itself to be fiscally stillborn as these shortsighted, talentless & unimaginative CEO's are exactly the types that think Pauly Shore and Dinah Shore are related. The shameful conditions of ugly stopping points, revealed backdrops, old sound systems, re-re-treaded animatronics, heavy shadows of incompetence and big business, unkempt grounds and the overall familiar aesthetic becoming like a carnival behooves them to hand over the keys to someone, anyone who could please make it what it was. Create new to their hearts content, as long as its within the celebrated classic Disney confines. Otherwise its a sideshow. I know the swans would agree with me. Dejected, I opted out at dusk. No parade. So I went back to my digs for the night, wiser. The Parent Trap was playing on Anaheim cable. With irony and my Indian take-out, I bid welcome to the reckoning of a reluctant grown-up. Later I heard the hollow echo of cheers and sprockets bursting in the heavy so-cal night air. And I remembered my first Disneyland fireworks display in 1976. I finally drifted to sleep, however not without mouse-ears firmly playing about my temples, my name scattegorically sewn with pink thread on the back by Mona, a classic cast member that came on board in 1963. 'Thank you for visiting us today, you go and have a good time honey' she said. I did Mona, I hope you did too.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Goodbye to All That

Congratulations! We've made it to the first day of Autumn. As the summer has left some of you a bit bloody out there, take repose in the fact that you've got 272 days before the next one to get your act together. Attempt happiness and enjoy a little Dorothy Parker with your wilted corsage and dry bordeaux.

Inventory

Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I’d been better without:Love, curiosity, freckles,& doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content,& sufficient champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:Laughter and hope & a sock in the eye.

Autumn Valentine

In May my heart was breaking-Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.

A Fairly Sad Tale

I think that I shall never know Why I am thus, and I am so. Around me, other girls inspire In men the rush and roar of fire,The sweet transparency of glass,The tenderness of April grass,The durability of granite;But me- I don't know how to plan it.The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock.They broke my heart, they stilled my song,And said they had to run along,Explaining, so to sop my tears,First came their parents or careers.But ever does experience Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense!Though she's a fool who seeks to capture The twenty-first fine, careless rapture,I must go on, till ends my rope,Who from my birth was cursed with hope.A heart in half is chaste, archaic;But mine resembles a mosaic-The thing's become ridiculous!Why am I so? Why am I thus?

Epitaph for a Darling Lady

All her hours were yellow sands, Blown in foolish whorls and tassels; Slipping warmly through her hands; Patted into little castles. Shiny day on shiny day Tumble in a rainbow clutter, As she flipped them all away, Sent them spinning down the gutter. Leave for her a red young rose, Go your way, and save your pity; She is happy, for she knows That her dust is very pretty.