Sunday, January 29, 2017

Transcript of a Sermon on Psalm 8

Holy trembling in the experience of The Mystery
known of all who offer a listening ear
through golden sands hearing the bare-ass sea

the courage of those whose lives have been marginalized
and yet come to this place of considerable wealth
in the midst of all of you

in the sacred hospitality
in the food that is prepared
the reparation and reconciliation

caring for creatures
healing our oceans
deepening community

strengthening our shared Mystery
bread which has already been broken
the Church through all the years

I am experiencing the Mysterium Tremendum
downright irreverent humor
bearing witness of ourselves

and we are lovely
the world changed by us for the better. Meanwhile,
who are we that You should be mindful of us?

You have made us almost equal to the gods
and put everything under our care.
Wanna know what? I hate Psalm 8.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

The Resistance

I feel like my work is aligned with the Resistance, and that’s a happiness to me. 
Robin’s work too.
I feel happy—maybe like Pierre when he was a French prisoner of war.
Interesting in Tolstoy no worries Pierre won't ever get his wealth back. He might die, he might be cheated, but the prevailing economy guarantees he keeps what he doesn’t foolishly squander. By the time of Dostoevsky's The Devils, this is no longer true. That novel depicts something like what is happening to us now.
The image of Pierre, happy as a prisoner of war but never otherwise, is still beautiful. He doesn’t care about his money, his privilege.
Does he really not? That’s a tall order for me!
What if I had to absolutely give up my privilege?—
join the millions in American prisons?
Is this question prophetic?

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Specters

Walking
through a tunnel,
videoing the light
ahead with my phone. Gradually
seeing
beyond
the glow. As I
emerge, sidewalk. Street. The
apparition of two women.
A dog.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Cinquains: Refuse the Abuse

          1.
Date rape
successfully
performed on my native
country! Does anyone really
love her?
          2.
Negging:
date rape tactic
used by Socrates on
Alcibiades. Not nice, but
it works.
          3.
You do
everything you
can to lower your date’s
self-esteem, to make her drop her
panties.
          4.
I know
President Trump
is using negging on
me. It will never make me kill
myself!

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Neon Sign on My Grave

I buy
the Jesus myth,
Their blood washing away
my sins. If I should give myself
to Them.
Profound
failure to feel
in my darkness the shock
of the electricity bill.
God’s will.

Friday, January 20, 2017

The Blueberry Scone

Shit. What
size cappuccino?
16-oz.

Anything else? Well,
not sure what I'll get for
dinner tonight, so...

might as well
consume calories
now.

A chocolate chip
scone. Hmm...hard to tell
from blueberry.

Thanks. I want blueberry
now, but I won't
make you go find one.

It was blueberry!
Don't be sorry.
I thought it was funny.

Scone

Thank you, Mr. barrista
for giving me a blueberry
when I asked for a chocolate chip!


Thursday, January 19, 2017

Infallibility

Making mistakes
is partly or mostly good,
because it makes us keep on using energy—
our mission, to always continue turning green,
so that we can synthesize proteins,
metabolize sugars.
And we aren’t planted, so we can
go padding around on our
smooth-toed feet,
doing and repairing our damage
all over
this world.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Essay on Appropriation

The Minstrel Shows were the greatest American popular musical phenomenon of the nineteenth century. The Minstrel Shows created a true fusion of European and African music, so that European music was changed decisively in America. For example, the reason why southern American dance fiddling doesn’t sound like Scottish or Irish fiddling, even though most of the tunes are so descended, is that they were played and transformed by African American fiddlers during the slave era, when dance fiddling was considered menial.
Eileen Southern shows that, especially late in the century and into the twentieth, many Minstrel Show performers were actually black men in black face.
Proposition: Being against the Minstrel Shows and suppressing knowledge of their history is an expression of white supremacy. To the extent that there is a political correctness movement that works to make Minstrel Show music and motifs forbidden, the political correctness movement is white supremacist, or unwittingly in league with white supremacy. It says that it is not OK for white people to imitate black people.
Through the Minstrel Shows, people whose descent was European-only could identify with black culture, which, at odds with their white privilege, they loved and admired. It’s a mixture, of course: some Minstrel Show material is in fact demeaning to black people. But on the whole, the shows don’t insult black culture; they love black culture. This is dangerous ground, of course: black culture in the Minstrel Shows is largely a white creation. But not entirely so, because the music, the rhythm, and much of the narrative are really African. Both in the Minstrel Shows and adjacent to them in the spirituals and prison work gang songs, black culture offers musical art through which white culture can love and empathize with black culture, can put on a black face and try to feel black. The Great American Novel, Huckleberry Finn, is exactly at this juncture of the appropriation of black cultural characteristics by white culture, proving that white culture is always already black, or wants to be.

Sure, the performance of black music by white people is appropriative, but to allow only people of African descent to perform black music is white supremacist in the way that routing a freeway through a city intentionally to divide black and white neighborhoods is white supremacist. It prevents cultural commerce between black and white people.

In saying that we want to be black, we aren’t denying the huge unfair benefit we receive from our white privilege, which is undeniable. We also are not denying how racist we white people are at our very core. Nevertheless, our appropriation of blackness is not only exploitative. Our identification with blackness is a flat admission that our privilege is unmerited, and that our heart and destiny are with the unprivileged. We don’t want to be white, but we also (in our selfish cynicism) don’t want to give away our material wealth.

As white people or any other kind of people, we do not belong to a chosen race. God does not specially favor us. We are the same spiritual and moral color as everyone else—unless we think we’re white, in which case we’re damned. It’s easy to be Isaiah in these times:
God will smite us.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Baptism

Time’s a-washin’.—
Away, that is. But I want to know, is
it washing me clean? I took my dirty clothes off
and plunged into the tub.
Problem with Baptism—what will you do
when you’re clean, to avoid getting dirty again?
You could starve yourself to death, but even that
probably wouldn’t work.
There are many white folks
among us who have found
Jesus and been cleansed.
They terrify me!
I finally got to the place
where I said, Jesus, heal me! I am sick
unto death!
and all that.
Would Jesus make me clean again?
That seems to be what St. Paul had in mind:
Original Sin overcome, no need for the Briss;
if only we accept Jesus,
our redeeming 
personal Friend.
But am I actually without sin then,
washed white as snow
in the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb? No,
I am black still.
Salvation happens in a timeless instant.
You can’t be saved if you aren’t fallen.
After I’m saved, I’ll put my dirty
clothes back on again.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Deer in the Headlights

How all’s extinguished now!
Quenched to ashes!—
Not!—So many fetching
non-presences,
with whom I carry
on conversations!
Amazing how the sexual motive
makes the object lean
dexter, sinister!
In truth, I refuse to look,
shed light on any
displacement of air.
Penelope
at her loom
a shape changer!
Canine before my eyes!
Pursuing me changed
through the hair-sprung woods.