Monday, December 14, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Special Post 2
“Waiting for Godot”, by Samuel Beckett is a tragic comedy that takes place in two acts. There are two main characters in play, Vladimir and Estragon. Vladimir and Estragon spend the whole play waiting at the base of a single tree. As we discover through their dialogue with each other they are waiting for someone named Godot. Interestingly enough they do not even know Godot, and have little idea why they are waiting for him but are still unable to leave. They pass their time in a variety of ways, mostly joking and arguing with each other. Later on in the first act we are also introduced to the characters Pozzo and Lucky as they are passing by. Lucky is Pozzo’s slave and carries a great many things for Pozzo while being driven in front of him with a rope around his neck. Pozzo is on his way to sell Lucky, and this makes Lucky cry. Before continuing on their way Pozzo makes Lucky perform a dance for Vladimir and Estragon. The first act ends with a boy arriving claiming to be a messenger from Godot. The boy says that Godot will not be able to come on that evening but will come by tomorrow. Vladimir asks the boy if he is the same messenger from the day before, implying that this is not the first time the two have been left waiting. At this Vladamir and Estragon decide to leave and stop waiting for Godot, however they still remain waiting as the curtain drops and ends the first act. The second act continues in much the same way as the first, mimicking most of the same events with little difference. Pozzo and Lucky pass by again and this time Pozzo is blind and Lucky is significantly less intelligent. Pozzo does not remember coming by and meeting either Vladimir or Estragon the previous day. The second act ends with the boy coming back to report that Godot will not be coming on that night either, and has no recollection of the previous day’s encounter. Vladimir and Estragon again decide to leave, but do not move as the curtain falls.
At first glance waiting for Godot may seem to be nothing more than nonsense. A closer examination will yield however certain immerging themes. For this reason it is important to make a thorough analysis of the text in order to draw conclusions on it. Interpretation is an important part of the artistic process. Weather in literary or visual form, every artist has an intention behind their work even if it is just to express or to entertain. Those who perceive the work add to it in the way they personally are influenced by it. Interpretation allows the artist to connect with a wider audience range and better convey his or her message. Like minded people might catch on to the artist’s original intent, while those of a different background might take the same message to have new meaning in a different context. This concept connects with the idea that literature serves as both a window and a mirror that we discussed in class earlier this semester. Samuel Beckett may have had his own intentions on the meaning of “Waiting for Godot” and with literature as a window we perhaps might be able to see through the play and find that meaning. On the other hand when we examine the way our own experiences interact with those of play, we can realize new facets of ourselves and in this way literature is also a mirror.
When I read “Waiting for Godot”, I read it as a statement about religion. The characters actions and the way they talk would suggest Samuel Beckett was making a statement about the Christian faith. There are several occasions where Vladimir and Estragon refer to Godot as if he were God. Vladimir describes his request of Godot as a prayer or supplication. The single tree in the background can easily take on the meaning of the cross in Christian faith. The cross (single tree) is the meeting place where men (Vladimir and Estragon) come to meet with God (Godot). Vladamir and Estragon also discuss the two thieves that hung on either side of Jesus while he was on the cross and how that related to repentance. I find it no mere coincidence that two characters stuck in a repetitive rut would be considering the fate of the two men who were hanging on the crosses next to Jesus. The main issue in the discussion was which account in the gospels was most important and if one of those men did go to heaven. It is very possible Estragon and Vladimir represent the men on the crosses being stuck in the cycle of life searching for some meaning. While waiting at the tree Vladimir and Estragon are constantly left waiting for Godot to come another day. I see this being very similar to how many believers from a variety of faiths sit in expectation of their messiah figure and the end of the world. Many have claimed it was coming and to date no one has been right. When the boy who works for Godot shows up, he says that he is in charge of Godot’s the goats and that his brother is in charge of the sheep. He goes further to say that his brother is treated poorly by Godot, and that he is treated well. In the book of Revelations sheep represent those people who receive God’s reward after life and the goats are those who are punished. I find this situation in “Waiting for Godot” to be a satirical jab at the age old question of why does God allow bad things to happen to good people. Over all it would appear that Samuel Beckett is at trying to criticize the futile nature of religion and point out discrepancies with in the Christian faith.
I firmly believe that there is great value in examining “Waiting for Godot” as a religious work. It stems back to the idea of literature as both a window and a mirror, and how both methods of interpretation interact. Samuel Beckett through his play might be making a statement about the futility of the Christian faith and the illogical actions of its followers, while still seeing this; I can take the play as a warning. Often times we would be unable to discover our own flaws if there were no one there to point them out. No one would want to be part of a repetitive meaningless faith, and if that’s the way Christianity is being perceived it should be examined as to why it is seen this way. If there is truth it is not just an important part of the argument against the faith, but important for believers to understand so that they can correct the inconsistency with in their own actions. Not only are we capable of learning about other and the world outside of us, but it also provides for self reflection.
At first glance waiting for Godot may seem to be nothing more than nonsense. A closer examination will yield however certain immerging themes. For this reason it is important to make a thorough analysis of the text in order to draw conclusions on it. Interpretation is an important part of the artistic process. Weather in literary or visual form, every artist has an intention behind their work even if it is just to express or to entertain. Those who perceive the work add to it in the way they personally are influenced by it. Interpretation allows the artist to connect with a wider audience range and better convey his or her message. Like minded people might catch on to the artist’s original intent, while those of a different background might take the same message to have new meaning in a different context. This concept connects with the idea that literature serves as both a window and a mirror that we discussed in class earlier this semester. Samuel Beckett may have had his own intentions on the meaning of “Waiting for Godot” and with literature as a window we perhaps might be able to see through the play and find that meaning. On the other hand when we examine the way our own experiences interact with those of play, we can realize new facets of ourselves and in this way literature is also a mirror.
When I read “Waiting for Godot”, I read it as a statement about religion. The characters actions and the way they talk would suggest Samuel Beckett was making a statement about the Christian faith. There are several occasions where Vladimir and Estragon refer to Godot as if he were God. Vladimir describes his request of Godot as a prayer or supplication. The single tree in the background can easily take on the meaning of the cross in Christian faith. The cross (single tree) is the meeting place where men (Vladimir and Estragon) come to meet with God (Godot). Vladamir and Estragon also discuss the two thieves that hung on either side of Jesus while he was on the cross and how that related to repentance. I find it no mere coincidence that two characters stuck in a repetitive rut would be considering the fate of the two men who were hanging on the crosses next to Jesus. The main issue in the discussion was which account in the gospels was most important and if one of those men did go to heaven. It is very possible Estragon and Vladimir represent the men on the crosses being stuck in the cycle of life searching for some meaning. While waiting at the tree Vladimir and Estragon are constantly left waiting for Godot to come another day. I see this being very similar to how many believers from a variety of faiths sit in expectation of their messiah figure and the end of the world. Many have claimed it was coming and to date no one has been right. When the boy who works for Godot shows up, he says that he is in charge of Godot’s the goats and that his brother is in charge of the sheep. He goes further to say that his brother is treated poorly by Godot, and that he is treated well. In the book of Revelations sheep represent those people who receive God’s reward after life and the goats are those who are punished. I find this situation in “Waiting for Godot” to be a satirical jab at the age old question of why does God allow bad things to happen to good people. Over all it would appear that Samuel Beckett is at trying to criticize the futile nature of religion and point out discrepancies with in the Christian faith.
I firmly believe that there is great value in examining “Waiting for Godot” as a religious work. It stems back to the idea of literature as both a window and a mirror, and how both methods of interpretation interact. Samuel Beckett through his play might be making a statement about the futility of the Christian faith and the illogical actions of its followers, while still seeing this; I can take the play as a warning. Often times we would be unable to discover our own flaws if there were no one there to point them out. No one would want to be part of a repetitive meaningless faith, and if that’s the way Christianity is being perceived it should be examined as to why it is seen this way. If there is truth it is not just an important part of the argument against the faith, but important for believers to understand so that they can correct the inconsistency with in their own actions. Not only are we capable of learning about other and the world outside of us, but it also provides for self reflection.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Symbolism
While reading the chapter on symbolism I realized that there are symbols I see everywhere on a daily basis that I tend to over look. Although seeing them I really only see that which they are representing. The stop sign was a great example given in the text. When I see one I immediately know to stop, rarely do I ever take the time to perceive it as a red octagon. This symbol has a very clear meaning because our society has trained us to view it this way. A stop sign is universally recognized for its meaning with in our society even apart from driving laws.
I then began thinking of other symbols in our cultures art and literature that seem stand out. While thinking about it I realized there were countless religious symbols at work in most of art and literature. Whether in favor of or against, religious symbolism permeates the majority of artistic expressions. The idea of using names in a symbolic manner was new to me. Although I had picked up on it before I had never connected the concept with symbolism. The term used in the text trope, personification is also included under this type of language. Calling someone Judas for example does not necessarily equate that their name is Judas. Those with a Biblical understanding however will recognize this as calling someone a traitor.
This section of reading reminded me of certain reading assignments in high school, Shakespeare in particular. I can remember being the only person who could understand the text because of the religious symbols. Our culture doesn’t train people to recognize many of the symbols that were so common in the past. I think it is important to be aware of these symbols even if you may not choose to believe in a particular faith. With out understanding the meaning behind all the symbols that exist in the world around us we end up going through life missing out on a great many cultured things. Much classic art and literature get passed over because the symbols we are trained to recognize today are more along the lines of the McDonald’s golden arches.
I then began thinking of other symbols in our cultures art and literature that seem stand out. While thinking about it I realized there were countless religious symbols at work in most of art and literature. Whether in favor of or against, religious symbolism permeates the majority of artistic expressions. The idea of using names in a symbolic manner was new to me. Although I had picked up on it before I had never connected the concept with symbolism. The term used in the text trope, personification is also included under this type of language. Calling someone Judas for example does not necessarily equate that their name is Judas. Those with a Biblical understanding however will recognize this as calling someone a traitor.
This section of reading reminded me of certain reading assignments in high school, Shakespeare in particular. I can remember being the only person who could understand the text because of the religious symbols. Our culture doesn’t train people to recognize many of the symbols that were so common in the past. I think it is important to be aware of these symbols even if you may not choose to believe in a particular faith. With out understanding the meaning behind all the symbols that exist in the world around us we end up going through life missing out on a great many cultured things. Much classic art and literature get passed over because the symbols we are trained to recognize today are more along the lines of the McDonald’s golden arches.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Religion and Waiting for Godot
After discussing Waiting for Godot in class I believe even more so that Samuel Beckett is attempting to make a statement about religion. It seems that Samuel Beckett believes that religion is useless and repetitive and only really serves to keep people trapped in prison with out wall.
As previously stated the lone tree that is in the background I believe is representative of the cross. The whole play takes place around it, and none of the characters ever real accomplish anything or a achieve a real sense of individuality. Vladimir and Estragon constantly repeat each other; appear to be interpedently on each other for any kind of purpose, whether to need or to be needed. For Christians the cross is supposed to be the source for where we can come and meet God. In Waiting for Godot Vladimir and Estragon are constantly left waiting at the cross every day with the continuing promise that Godot is still coming. However when Godot does not show up he sends a boy who works for him instead. That boy works for Godot by taking care of his goats and his brother, who also works for Godot, by taking care of his sheep. It is revealed that Godot mistreats the brother who takes care of the sheep. This part of the play reminds me of the passage in Revelations that talks about God separating the goats from the sheep, the sheep being those who will receive a reward in the after life. I think Samuel Beckett might be trying to bring up the issue of why good things happen to bad people. It does often seem that those people who are good and upright tend to suffer the most. There are other smaller lines that support this idea. At one point I noticed Vladimir and Estragon talking as if they prayed to Godot and even ask for forgiveness.
I think it is important to attempt to understand works of art that demonstrate an opposition to religion. I know many Christians are opposed to this avoiding movies or music that makes statement they may not agree with. Not to say I’m in favor of submitting oneself to a barrage of vulgarity, but I believe it is important for Christians to at least be familiar with the beliefs of the world. Only when we truly understand people can we reach out to them to share our faith.
As previously stated the lone tree that is in the background I believe is representative of the cross. The whole play takes place around it, and none of the characters ever real accomplish anything or a achieve a real sense of individuality. Vladimir and Estragon constantly repeat each other; appear to be interpedently on each other for any kind of purpose, whether to need or to be needed. For Christians the cross is supposed to be the source for where we can come and meet God. In Waiting for Godot Vladimir and Estragon are constantly left waiting at the cross every day with the continuing promise that Godot is still coming. However when Godot does not show up he sends a boy who works for him instead. That boy works for Godot by taking care of his goats and his brother, who also works for Godot, by taking care of his sheep. It is revealed that Godot mistreats the brother who takes care of the sheep. This part of the play reminds me of the passage in Revelations that talks about God separating the goats from the sheep, the sheep being those who will receive a reward in the after life. I think Samuel Beckett might be trying to bring up the issue of why good things happen to bad people. It does often seem that those people who are good and upright tend to suffer the most. There are other smaller lines that support this idea. At one point I noticed Vladimir and Estragon talking as if they prayed to Godot and even ask for forgiveness.
I think it is important to attempt to understand works of art that demonstrate an opposition to religion. I know many Christians are opposed to this avoiding movies or music that makes statement they may not agree with. Not to say I’m in favor of submitting oneself to a barrage of vulgarity, but I believe it is important for Christians to at least be familiar with the beliefs of the world. Only when we truly understand people can we reach out to them to share our faith.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
"Waiting for Godot"
Although finding “Waiting for Godot” humorous at times I’m not sure I was able to understand the message the author was attempting to convey. One reason is that I’m not sure even he knew what message he was trying to convey. Most of the dialogue was sheer nonsense. The characters seem to constantly contradict themselves, and the play as a whole is cyclical.
Perhaps it is just because I am a practical theology major, but the only meaning I was able to pull from this play was a series of statements religious is nature. The whole play takes place in front of a single tree perhaps representative of the cross in Christian faith. By the end of the second act we can see that Vladimir and Estragon have been waiting at the tree for what seems like forever, each new day hearing that the next would finally be the day they meet Godot. This repetitive pattern might suggest that Samuel Beckett finds religion to be a series of useless repetitions that keep men trapped in the same place time and time again.
Another point I found interesting was the way in which the characters contradicted their words with their actions. Many times they talk about leaving and no longer waiting for Godot but never do. They frequently say they are about to do something but always remain sitting there. Vladimir claims that he is happier on his own but is never able to leave Estragon. I believe this is all tied into Estragon’s comments that he all of humanity. He represents the way in which people are mostly talk. Everyone wants good things but rarely has the will power to back that desire with real action. There are many simple solutions to the vast array of problems that plague our world today but attempting to unite people in solving one of them proves near impossible.
Perhaps it is just because I am a practical theology major, but the only meaning I was able to pull from this play was a series of statements religious is nature. The whole play takes place in front of a single tree perhaps representative of the cross in Christian faith. By the end of the second act we can see that Vladimir and Estragon have been waiting at the tree for what seems like forever, each new day hearing that the next would finally be the day they meet Godot. This repetitive pattern might suggest that Samuel Beckett finds religion to be a series of useless repetitions that keep men trapped in the same place time and time again.
Another point I found interesting was the way in which the characters contradicted their words with their actions. Many times they talk about leaving and no longer waiting for Godot but never do. They frequently say they are about to do something but always remain sitting there. Vladimir claims that he is happier on his own but is never able to leave Estragon. I believe this is all tied into Estragon’s comments that he all of humanity. He represents the way in which people are mostly talk. Everyone wants good things but rarely has the will power to back that desire with real action. There are many simple solutions to the vast array of problems that plague our world today but attempting to unite people in solving one of them proves near impossible.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog
I really enjoyed watching Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog. Although I wasn’t I missed class I did watch the movie outside of class on my own. I am a fan of Josh Whendon and have wanted to see Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog for a while and was excited to find out that it was on hulu for free. Watching Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog has probably been my favorite assignment of the semester.
Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog begins with an internet video blog from Dr. Horrible, who is applying to be in the League of Evil. All the while he is attempting to impress the League and Bad Horse with his with evil cunning genius he struggles to talk to the girl of his dreams, Penny. During his first heist he accidentally brings his nemesis Captain Hammer together with Penny. Penny has no idea that Dr. Horrible is really the guy she begins to hang out with at the laundry mat. As Penny and Captain Hammer’s relationship progresses Dr. Horrible decides to kill Captain Hammer in order to keep him away from Penny and to impress the League of Evil. In the end his plan goes awry and instead of kill Captain Hammer his death ray malfunctions and kills penny instead. Dr. Horrible is heart broken and joins the League becoming truly evil.
I found the whole movie to be well written and incredibly comical. Making the movie a musical added significantly to the humor of the story. It was ironic at times to have characters singing the same song from opposing points of view, such as Captain Hammer and Dr. Horrible both singing “a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do” while one attempts to commit a crime and the other attempts to stop the crime. Throughout the movie Dr. Horrible can’t seem to catch a break where everything seems to go wrong for him. The way the movie is written however makes all of these tragic events appear comical. I think this is important for people to bring into their everyday lives. Things go wrong everyday and if you don’t have the ability to laugh it off you’re going to have a very miserable life.
One theme I found very interesting in the movie was the motivations of each character. Dr. Horrible, although attempting to do evil, did it with a desire to impress someone else. He was motivated by changing the world, self improvement and impressing the girl he was in love with. On the flip side, Captain Hammer, the hero of the story, was only interested in pleasing himself. He only helped others to gain more attention and glory for himself. I think Josh Whendon might have been trying to make a statement about who is really a ‘good guy’ in real life as part of this.
Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog begins with an internet video blog from Dr. Horrible, who is applying to be in the League of Evil. All the while he is attempting to impress the League and Bad Horse with his with evil cunning genius he struggles to talk to the girl of his dreams, Penny. During his first heist he accidentally brings his nemesis Captain Hammer together with Penny. Penny has no idea that Dr. Horrible is really the guy she begins to hang out with at the laundry mat. As Penny and Captain Hammer’s relationship progresses Dr. Horrible decides to kill Captain Hammer in order to keep him away from Penny and to impress the League of Evil. In the end his plan goes awry and instead of kill Captain Hammer his death ray malfunctions and kills penny instead. Dr. Horrible is heart broken and joins the League becoming truly evil.
I found the whole movie to be well written and incredibly comical. Making the movie a musical added significantly to the humor of the story. It was ironic at times to have characters singing the same song from opposing points of view, such as Captain Hammer and Dr. Horrible both singing “a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do” while one attempts to commit a crime and the other attempts to stop the crime. Throughout the movie Dr. Horrible can’t seem to catch a break where everything seems to go wrong for him. The way the movie is written however makes all of these tragic events appear comical. I think this is important for people to bring into their everyday lives. Things go wrong everyday and if you don’t have the ability to laugh it off you’re going to have a very miserable life.
One theme I found very interesting in the movie was the motivations of each character. Dr. Horrible, although attempting to do evil, did it with a desire to impress someone else. He was motivated by changing the world, self improvement and impressing the girl he was in love with. On the flip side, Captain Hammer, the hero of the story, was only interested in pleasing himself. He only helped others to gain more attention and glory for himself. I think Josh Whendon might have been trying to make a statement about who is really a ‘good guy’ in real life as part of this.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Lake Bonny Park
I went to Lake Bonny Park for this assignment, and I stayed there for at least 50 minutes.
Tuesday morning I woke up extra early at 6:30 a.m. to make my visit to Lake Bonny Park. Normally I do not enjoy getting up this early but I rather enjoyed it this time. Living on campus there is not a lot of space for personal or quiet time. I got to the park just after it opened at 7:00 a.m. and the whole time I was there I only saw one other person from a distance. I began my time at the park by walking around the walking path of 1.3 miles. What always grabs my attention about the Florida landscape is the vegetation. Although some are the same, the trees for the most part down here in Florida are very different from what I am used to back home in Massachusetts. I enjoy the tropical feel that even the palm trees on campus give. As I headed around the walking path I came to a barn where they were keeping livestock. I am curious why they are keeping livestock on the property as this is a state park and not a farm. I don’t see what the use of cows and pigs would be in such a place. In general the whole park was very quiet. After a little while sitting still I started to pick up on a few birds chirping that had recently woken. All the pigs and cows were still sleeping. I feel that up north the animals tend to wake earlier and at least the birds tend to be louder. My favorite part of my time at Lake Bonny Park was my 20 minutes or silent reflection. For this I went out to the end of the boardwalk over looking the water and sat down with my back against the railing. Lately I have been feeling very stressed out as a result of the high work load that comes at this time of the semester. I find myself having to run from one thing to the next just to make time for everything I need to do. Taking this time to practice paying attention to the world around me was the first real break I’ve had in a while.
The early morning sun barely tops the tree line
Giving just enough light to see
I am the first to wake
The first to see the world as it comes to light
Even nature has still yet wake
The whole world is quiet
I walk and take in the stillness of the world around me
Everything is still; quiet, and in its place
Just as if it were a picture
Steady slow foot steps on the board walk come to a stop
The cool breeze gently blowing across the top of the water
Tiny waves on the water rolling towards the west
Opposite the sun rises half covered in clouds
Tall grassy reads sway ever so slightly
Playing off one another natures music
The sun majestically reflecting off the surface of the water
As each bird begins to announce it was awoken
They call to each other back and forth
The day is about to begin
As each one heads off to work
Tuesday morning I woke up extra early at 6:30 a.m. to make my visit to Lake Bonny Park. Normally I do not enjoy getting up this early but I rather enjoyed it this time. Living on campus there is not a lot of space for personal or quiet time. I got to the park just after it opened at 7:00 a.m. and the whole time I was there I only saw one other person from a distance. I began my time at the park by walking around the walking path of 1.3 miles. What always grabs my attention about the Florida landscape is the vegetation. Although some are the same, the trees for the most part down here in Florida are very different from what I am used to back home in Massachusetts. I enjoy the tropical feel that even the palm trees on campus give. As I headed around the walking path I came to a barn where they were keeping livestock. I am curious why they are keeping livestock on the property as this is a state park and not a farm. I don’t see what the use of cows and pigs would be in such a place. In general the whole park was very quiet. After a little while sitting still I started to pick up on a few birds chirping that had recently woken. All the pigs and cows were still sleeping. I feel that up north the animals tend to wake earlier and at least the birds tend to be louder. My favorite part of my time at Lake Bonny Park was my 20 minutes or silent reflection. For this I went out to the end of the boardwalk over looking the water and sat down with my back against the railing. Lately I have been feeling very stressed out as a result of the high work load that comes at this time of the semester. I find myself having to run from one thing to the next just to make time for everything I need to do. Taking this time to practice paying attention to the world around me was the first real break I’ve had in a while.
The early morning sun barely tops the tree line
Giving just enough light to see
I am the first to wake
The first to see the world as it comes to light
Even nature has still yet wake
The whole world is quiet
I walk and take in the stillness of the world around me
Everything is still; quiet, and in its place
Just as if it were a picture
Steady slow foot steps on the board walk come to a stop
The cool breeze gently blowing across the top of the water
Tiny waves on the water rolling towards the west
Opposite the sun rises half covered in clouds
Tall grassy reads sway ever so slightly
Playing off one another natures music
The sun majestically reflecting off the surface of the water
As each bird begins to announce it was awoken
They call to each other back and forth
The day is about to begin
As each one heads off to work
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Poetry and Nature
In class on Tuesday myself and other group members voiced how we thought the authors of the poems we were discussing went to far in glorifying nature. One question raised was whether or not it was right for people to love nature on the same level they love other people. While talking with Professor Corrigan we came to the conclusion that we do have a responsibility of stewardship over God’s creation. However, many people take this too far and there are plenty of examples of people taking their devotion to nature to far. Some examples are PETA radicals breaking into department stores and throwing paint on the fur coats of rich old ladies, or crazy hippies living their lives chained to trees that are scheduled to be cut down. People can also go too far in the other direction wanting to cut down all the trees and build parking garages in their stead. Neither is a correct approach and moderation seems to be key to success.
Usually when nature is portrayed in poetry it is given a sense of nostalgia. A lot of people would agree with this associating nature as a simpler and more peaceful existence than the world we have built ourselves today. I however don’t buy into the idea that nature is full superior wisdoms and living a life highly in touch with nature is a better way of living. Not even the good old days were the good old days. Nature is harsh; people forget this because living with in civilization removes humans most often from the food chain. Perhaps we have lost some good aspects of life before industrialization took its hold over nature, but I enjoy living in a world where medicine and reliable food and shelter are available. I am aware that we are reliant upon nature for our own survival still today, but I still don’t think that we should assume that just because something is natural it is good. Dr. Davis illustrated this point in ethics class by saying “hug a cobra”.
Usually when nature is portrayed in poetry it is given a sense of nostalgia. A lot of people would agree with this associating nature as a simpler and more peaceful existence than the world we have built ourselves today. I however don’t buy into the idea that nature is full superior wisdoms and living a life highly in touch with nature is a better way of living. Not even the good old days were the good old days. Nature is harsh; people forget this because living with in civilization removes humans most often from the food chain. Perhaps we have lost some good aspects of life before industrialization took its hold over nature, but I enjoy living in a world where medicine and reliable food and shelter are available. I am aware that we are reliant upon nature for our own survival still today, but I still don’t think that we should assume that just because something is natural it is good. Dr. Davis illustrated this point in ethics class by saying “hug a cobra”.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Truth is Stranger than Fiction
The play An Enemy of the People is a story about a man, Dr. Thomas Stockmann who discovers that a Norwegian town’s water supply has become contaminated and is threatening the lives and business of the whole town. Through the play his struggles to convince the citizens of the town of the danger they are in. At first it seems many will listen to him when the newspapers and and many important people side with him. Slowly though, through a series of corrupt negotiations Thomas’ brother Peter uses his political leverage to sway the people over to his side. With the newspapers in his pocket Peter makes Thomas out to be nothing more than a trouble causer trying to destroy the town. The weak minded masses quickly buy up this story choosing to believe what is easiest for them.
While watching the play, An Enemy of the People, I was reminded heavily of our last presidential election. Afterwards I shared this with several other people who all said that was what had immediately come to mind for them as well. For me this is how I relate the characters to major players in the last election, first Dr. Stockmann represented Mitt Romney, the most intelligent candidate who actually had a plan to save a country. Peter Stockmann is very characteristic of Barrack Obama, he holds the opinion of the masses in his hands and is capable of manipulating the media to serve his own devices. No one really knows why they listen to him though. Alasken fits the role of Joe Bidden, he originally seems like he’s out to do the world some good but later severs his loyalties stabbing old friends in the back to side with Peter Stockmann. Finally, Captain Horster plays the role of John McCain. He is well intentioned and posses noble character but really isn’t cut out to lead the town in any capacity nor is he capable of changing their current situation. An Enemy of the People was accurately able to convey the real life absurdity of mob mentality and how corrupt political organizations can easily become.
While watching the play, An Enemy of the People, I was reminded heavily of our last presidential election. Afterwards I shared this with several other people who all said that was what had immediately come to mind for them as well. For me this is how I relate the characters to major players in the last election, first Dr. Stockmann represented Mitt Romney, the most intelligent candidate who actually had a plan to save a country. Peter Stockmann is very characteristic of Barrack Obama, he holds the opinion of the masses in his hands and is capable of manipulating the media to serve his own devices. No one really knows why they listen to him though. Alasken fits the role of Joe Bidden, he originally seems like he’s out to do the world some good but later severs his loyalties stabbing old friends in the back to side with Peter Stockmann. Finally, Captain Horster plays the role of John McCain. He is well intentioned and posses noble character but really isn’t cut out to lead the town in any capacity nor is he capable of changing their current situation. An Enemy of the People was accurately able to convey the real life absurdity of mob mentality and how corrupt political organizations can easily become.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Treasure Island
For the read your own book Presentation I choose to read Treasure Island. Part of my interest in it was that it has been depicted in film and television so many times and referenced by so many other works but I had never read the actually book. I really enjoyed reading and felt the author, Robert Louis Stevenson, creates an imaginative story full of adventure. Treasure Island begins with the story of Jim Hawkins, a teenage boy, who works in his family’s Inn. One day a man named Billy Bones comes and begins an extended stay in the family’s inn. Billy is constantly drinking and singing sea shanties but always has an eye open for other someone or something. As it turns out he is keeping an eye out for his old pirate crew. When the crew catches up with him they send a messenger to deliver him the ‘Black Spot’ marking his death. Shortly after Billy’s health fails him. Before dying he tells Jim that in his possession is a treasure map to the famous Captain Flint’s treasure. This map will lead Jim on adventurous voyage across the ocean to Treasure Island where he will battle mutinous pirates and meet many strange characters on his quest for riches.
After reading I decided to do some more research on my own about the story and about the author. I learned that Robert Louis Stevenson first began writing Treasure Island while on a family vacation. It was a rainy day and one of the people he was staying with drew a map. With that map started the story of Treasure Island and an entire adventure developed around it. Stevenson originally had his work published in a series of installments in a magazine. It was only later that the full story was compiled into the novel we have today. In reading Treasure Island it is easy to see its influence in many of today’s works of literature. It has many of the stereotypical pirate images coining things like ‘X’ marking the spot and the pirate with a peg leg and a parrot on one shoulder. Over all I would recommend reading treasure Island to others.
After reading I decided to do some more research on my own about the story and about the author. I learned that Robert Louis Stevenson first began writing Treasure Island while on a family vacation. It was a rainy day and one of the people he was staying with drew a map. With that map started the story of Treasure Island and an entire adventure developed around it. Stevenson originally had his work published in a series of installments in a magazine. It was only later that the full story was compiled into the novel we have today. In reading Treasure Island it is easy to see its influence in many of today’s works of literature. It has many of the stereotypical pirate images coining things like ‘X’ marking the spot and the pirate with a peg leg and a parrot on one shoulder. Over all I would recommend reading treasure Island to others.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Special Post
It was early, real early. The sun was just starting to come up. He didn’t want to get up but the ride was going to be long, long and difficult. He thought about shaving, but decided against it. It didn’t seem to make any sense. Who would be there to see him? Slowly he dragged himself to the closet, taking out faded blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt and putting them on. Last he laced up his boots and head for the door taking care to be quiet on the way out, so as not to wake anyone else. On his way to the front door he grabbed his old leather jacket draped over the edge of the railing in the foyer.
In the drive way was parked a 1957 Harley-Davidson Panhead. For years his friends had teased him about the old thing. There were newer, smoother running models, that didn’t leak oil like a sieve they said. Their foreign bikes were much lighter and could go much faster he’d been told, but that’s not why he rode. He rode for the freedom, the feeling of the open road and wind in his hair. Nothing compared to the feeling of the rough engine rumbling between his legs, the pipes in back thundering out as he tore up the road. Getting on the bike he kicked the starter once, twice and then the engine roared to life.
The weather was cool, the air was crisp and the leaves were just beginning to change. Under normal circumstances it would have been the perfect day for a ride through the mountains of New Hampshire. Today was different however, today he had knots in his stomach. His mind wandered. Some people just keep on taking, even after they are dead they the demand they place on your life only gets heavier. Why should he go to the funeral of someone who was never there for him? This question remained in his head as mile after mile of mountain highway flashed past him.
The pace began to slow as he took his next exit off the highway. He knew the course he was taking very well; he had traveled it many times before a long time ago. Now however the small town seemed strange to him. It wasn’t that the town had changed; it was that his place in it no longer existed there, being forfeit many years before.
Taking a left onto Elm St. he quickly slowed and then came to a stop. The little league field was on Elm St. and a game had just gotten over. A crossing guard stood in the road to let out all the cars from the game. He could hear all the children yelling and playing as their parents tried to get them into the cars to leave. Memories came flooding back of all the baseball games he had played before on that same field. Home runs and strikeouts, he was the star player on his team. Then it was cut short. No one was ever there to cheer for him, no one ever took him out for ice cream after wards. Images of a boy waiting for his dad to show up a long time after everyone else had gone home crept into his mind.
After being allowed to pass down Elm St. he took a right on to Washington and kept driving. He had never liked riding down Washington. Up ahead there was a car stopped in the road. As he got closer he could see that there had been an accident, a man leaving the Legion parking lot had pulled out with out looking and hit another driver. The damage wasn’t bad and no one appeared to be hurt so he kept driving. The Legion was where his father used to go to drink. When he was younger and his father was still around some, he would be sent down there to bring him home at night by his mother. As things got worse he would just stop coming home. By the time he was twelve it was normal for his father to show up drunk even though he didn’t live there anymore. He’d show up after long periods of time with no word at all, overly friendly, riding in like a returning champion. That would last until his mother realized he had come by, then the fighting started. Then as quick as he came he was gone.
He drove past Sycamore and planned on taking Lincoln St. to the Church. When he came to the end of the road where Washington met Lincoln he had to turn around due to road construction. The detour led back through Sycamore. Driving down Sycamore his jaw tightened. In the front yard of his old house a man and his son were tossing a football. He longed for that kind of relationship. He wanted it more than anything. It was for that very reason that he had never missed a single one of his own son’s hockey practices let a lone an actual game. He couldn’t imagine not being around to see his son grow up, it was for this same reason he had never had a drink in his life, It was why he went to work everyday and gave his best, working with all he had to keep a job even when times were tough, and why he was the man he was.
He pulled up to the church, the end of his long journey. Coming to a stop he put his feet down and the thundering of the engine cut out. Slowly he moved out the kickstand with his foot and dismounted. He walked slowly, slightly bowlegged from the long ride, up the stairs of the little white country church. The door creaked as he opened it slowly. No one was inside apart from an old man who was clearly dressed as the minister. A few people had sent small flower arrangements but not bothered to show up. None of it was surprising but it still caught him off guard.
There, in the front pew, all by himself, a hardened man sat alone, His face rough and unshaven, hair wild from the wind, the smell of exhaust on his clothes and sunglasses on his face. He sat quietly while the minister said what few words he had written, and mostly generic at that. A lone tear fell from underneath one of the dark lenses. When the minister finishes, where does he go from here? He lets out a deep breath and with it taking in the realization that forgiveness is like breathing, you can’t take the next breath without releasing what’s already inside you.
In the drive way was parked a 1957 Harley-Davidson Panhead. For years his friends had teased him about the old thing. There were newer, smoother running models, that didn’t leak oil like a sieve they said. Their foreign bikes were much lighter and could go much faster he’d been told, but that’s not why he rode. He rode for the freedom, the feeling of the open road and wind in his hair. Nothing compared to the feeling of the rough engine rumbling between his legs, the pipes in back thundering out as he tore up the road. Getting on the bike he kicked the starter once, twice and then the engine roared to life.
The weather was cool, the air was crisp and the leaves were just beginning to change. Under normal circumstances it would have been the perfect day for a ride through the mountains of New Hampshire. Today was different however, today he had knots in his stomach. His mind wandered. Some people just keep on taking, even after they are dead they the demand they place on your life only gets heavier. Why should he go to the funeral of someone who was never there for him? This question remained in his head as mile after mile of mountain highway flashed past him.
The pace began to slow as he took his next exit off the highway. He knew the course he was taking very well; he had traveled it many times before a long time ago. Now however the small town seemed strange to him. It wasn’t that the town had changed; it was that his place in it no longer existed there, being forfeit many years before.
Taking a left onto Elm St. he quickly slowed and then came to a stop. The little league field was on Elm St. and a game had just gotten over. A crossing guard stood in the road to let out all the cars from the game. He could hear all the children yelling and playing as their parents tried to get them into the cars to leave. Memories came flooding back of all the baseball games he had played before on that same field. Home runs and strikeouts, he was the star player on his team. Then it was cut short. No one was ever there to cheer for him, no one ever took him out for ice cream after wards. Images of a boy waiting for his dad to show up a long time after everyone else had gone home crept into his mind.
After being allowed to pass down Elm St. he took a right on to Washington and kept driving. He had never liked riding down Washington. Up ahead there was a car stopped in the road. As he got closer he could see that there had been an accident, a man leaving the Legion parking lot had pulled out with out looking and hit another driver. The damage wasn’t bad and no one appeared to be hurt so he kept driving. The Legion was where his father used to go to drink. When he was younger and his father was still around some, he would be sent down there to bring him home at night by his mother. As things got worse he would just stop coming home. By the time he was twelve it was normal for his father to show up drunk even though he didn’t live there anymore. He’d show up after long periods of time with no word at all, overly friendly, riding in like a returning champion. That would last until his mother realized he had come by, then the fighting started. Then as quick as he came he was gone.
He drove past Sycamore and planned on taking Lincoln St. to the Church. When he came to the end of the road where Washington met Lincoln he had to turn around due to road construction. The detour led back through Sycamore. Driving down Sycamore his jaw tightened. In the front yard of his old house a man and his son were tossing a football. He longed for that kind of relationship. He wanted it more than anything. It was for that very reason that he had never missed a single one of his own son’s hockey practices let a lone an actual game. He couldn’t imagine not being around to see his son grow up, it was for this same reason he had never had a drink in his life, It was why he went to work everyday and gave his best, working with all he had to keep a job even when times were tough, and why he was the man he was.
He pulled up to the church, the end of his long journey. Coming to a stop he put his feet down and the thundering of the engine cut out. Slowly he moved out the kickstand with his foot and dismounted. He walked slowly, slightly bowlegged from the long ride, up the stairs of the little white country church. The door creaked as he opened it slowly. No one was inside apart from an old man who was clearly dressed as the minister. A few people had sent small flower arrangements but not bothered to show up. None of it was surprising but it still caught him off guard.
There, in the front pew, all by himself, a hardened man sat alone, His face rough and unshaven, hair wild from the wind, the smell of exhaust on his clothes and sunglasses on his face. He sat quietly while the minister said what few words he had written, and mostly generic at that. A lone tear fell from underneath one of the dark lenses. When the minister finishes, where does he go from here? He lets out a deep breath and with it taking in the realization that forgiveness is like breathing, you can’t take the next breath without releasing what’s already inside you.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
A Tale of Despereaux
In the past I have not enjoyed movie nights for other classes. It was nice to watch a film for a class that hadn’t out lived its time nor was archaic. Although the film version of A Tale of Despereaux was clearly intended to be marketed towards children I not only enjoyed the story as a whole and the way it was produced but many of the underlying elements and literary themes contained with in it.
The theme I most enjoyed seeing explored was characters overcoming who they were born to be. In our society we like to think that people are free to rise socially or economically but I often wonder if that is the case. Many places in the world it isn’t even an option. As a Christian this concept takes on new meaning. The idea that Jesus died in order for us to be able to be someone other than we were born to be is central to the Christian faith. It is very similar to the journey Roscuro makes; being born as a creature whose only option was to have evil tendencies. In the end he is given a shot at redemption and to step outside of who he was born as and play a more noble role in life. This same principle is also demonstrated with Despereaux, being born a mouse he was supposed to be afraid the whole world around him. He was even small in comparison to the other mice. Yet despite what would seem like his natural handicaps Despereaux proves that there is more to a person than his lineage and that no one is truly constrained by who other people think you were born to be, our destinies lie outside the hands of men.
The theme I most enjoyed seeing explored was characters overcoming who they were born to be. In our society we like to think that people are free to rise socially or economically but I often wonder if that is the case. Many places in the world it isn’t even an option. As a Christian this concept takes on new meaning. The idea that Jesus died in order for us to be able to be someone other than we were born to be is central to the Christian faith. It is very similar to the journey Roscuro makes; being born as a creature whose only option was to have evil tendencies. In the end he is given a shot at redemption and to step outside of who he was born as and play a more noble role in life. This same principle is also demonstrated with Despereaux, being born a mouse he was supposed to be afraid the whole world around him. He was even small in comparison to the other mice. Yet despite what would seem like his natural handicaps Despereaux proves that there is more to a person than his lineage and that no one is truly constrained by who other people think you were born to be, our destinies lie outside the hands of men.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Nana and Poppa's House
It was Sunday afternoon. Scott was spending it the same way he spent most Sunday afternoons, at his grandparent’s house for dinner after church. Scott was only six years old. He loved dinner at his grandparents largely because of how they spoiled him. No one made better cookies than Nana, no one. Even when he would grow up every time he would smell chocolate chip cookies it in the oven it would remind him of the many Sunday afternoons spent talking with his grandmother about school or what ever other activities he was involved in. After cookies and milk that followed dinner, Scott went into the living room to spend time with Poppa. Scott took out the old photo album from Poppa’s Navy days from under the coffee table, carried it over to Poppa and climbed up to sit in his lap. Sitting there listening to his grandfather’s stories one of his favorite things. His favorite stories were about World War II. Poppa started off as he usual did, “Have I ever told you about…” Scott answered “No, tell me”, even though he was pretty sure he had, it didn’t matter. Slowly Poppa began to talk about far off places, further than Scott had ever imagined the world stretched. The places in the stories seemed near magical. He looked wide eyed at all the photographs. It was difficult to believe the young man in the pictures was really his grandfather. The edges of the pictures were beginning to fray and crinkle. Although the image of the man was younger, the paper it was backed on was old and wrinkled the same as his grandfather’s skin. Poppa spoke softly and turned the pages slowly with his large rough hands. He smelled of Cherry Pipe tobacco. It wasn’t long before Scott began to tire, he yawned, the cookies and milk had taken their toll, then he fell asleep.
Monday, October 5, 2009
the Traveling Onion
Generally I tend to be a person who tells things as they are. This is the same way I like to hear to those same things, direct and to the point. For this reason I have never been a huge fan of poetry, just wishing all the poets of the world would tell things as they as they are. It was this line of thinking that first led me to believe “The Traveling Onion” was nothing more than the product of a cook somewhere who was overly zealous for one of his ingredients.
After re-reading the poem several times however certain aspects began to stick. Parts of the poem didn’t seem to flow smoothly, with the poem alternating between a simple physical description of the onions properties and praises attributing human characteristics and responses to the onion. It became apparent that these transitions were not as awkward as first thought, and were most likely planned to say something else. Poem talks about the onion making a long journey, lots of effort being put in to getting it where its going. After this journey the onion is cut up, cooked with just about everything, then receives no recognition in the meal. The author calls the onion translucent, limp, and divided. I believe that translucent might not just be in the physical sense, but also in that even though physically seen no one pays it any attention.
By the end of class I had taken new meaning from the poem. The simple poem about you average garden variety herb now was talking about appreciating the smaller things in life. Most of what we have we tend to take for granted not realizing all that goes into providing us with the creature comforts that surround us in our world.
After re-reading the poem several times however certain aspects began to stick. Parts of the poem didn’t seem to flow smoothly, with the poem alternating between a simple physical description of the onions properties and praises attributing human characteristics and responses to the onion. It became apparent that these transitions were not as awkward as first thought, and were most likely planned to say something else. Poem talks about the onion making a long journey, lots of effort being put in to getting it where its going. After this journey the onion is cut up, cooked with just about everything, then receives no recognition in the meal. The author calls the onion translucent, limp, and divided. I believe that translucent might not just be in the physical sense, but also in that even though physically seen no one pays it any attention.
By the end of class I had taken new meaning from the poem. The simple poem about you average garden variety herb now was talking about appreciating the smaller things in life. Most of what we have we tend to take for granted not realizing all that goes into providing us with the creature comforts that surround us in our world.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Lectio Divina
After class on Tuesday I decided to look up Lectio Divina on my own. I learned that it is a tradition that has been practiced in the church all the way back to the 12th century. It also was one of the three bases to monastic life, including manual labor and the life of a clergy member. It is the practice of reading scripture and praying and meditating on it to gain a deeper sense of communication with God. It is comprised of four parts Lectio (reading), Meditatio (meditation), Oratio (prayer), and Contemplatio (contemplation). Other recommended practices making sure you have set aside enough time in a quiet place that is free of distraction so you will be able to be fully engaged by the scripture and God at this time. Also taking some time for prayer and reflection in advance to quiet your mind is recommended.
Last week the theme for Encounter chapel was the practice of Lectio Divina. We also practiced it in small groups on a passage of scripture sharing what words and phrases stuck out to us the most. After participating in Lectio Divina in class on the text of “Sonny’s Blues” I realized this practice was useful in more than just reading scripture. Some truths can be found by meditating and praying on any of the other aspects of life. God can use just about anything in our daily lives to reveal His truths to us. Our society tends to move at a fast pace with out taking the time to reflect on the lives we are living. Applying Lectio Divina in these areas I believe would prove very useful in living more effective lives as Christians.
The following is a quote on Lectio Divina given by Pope Benedict XVI.
"I would like in particular to recall and recommend the ancient tradition of Lectio divina: the diligent reading of Sacred Scripture accompanied by prayer brings about that intimate dialogue in which the person reading hears God who is speaking, and in praying, responds to him with trusting openness of heart . If it is effectively promoted, this practice will bring to the Church - I am convinced of it - a new spiritual springtime."
Last week the theme for Encounter chapel was the practice of Lectio Divina. We also practiced it in small groups on a passage of scripture sharing what words and phrases stuck out to us the most. After participating in Lectio Divina in class on the text of “Sonny’s Blues” I realized this practice was useful in more than just reading scripture. Some truths can be found by meditating and praying on any of the other aspects of life. God can use just about anything in our daily lives to reveal His truths to us. Our society tends to move at a fast pace with out taking the time to reflect on the lives we are living. Applying Lectio Divina in these areas I believe would prove very useful in living more effective lives as Christians.
The following is a quote on Lectio Divina given by Pope Benedict XVI.
"I would like in particular to recall and recommend the ancient tradition of Lectio divina: the diligent reading of Sacred Scripture accompanied by prayer brings about that intimate dialogue in which the person reading hears God who is speaking, and in praying, responds to him with trusting openness of heart . If it is effectively promoted, this practice will bring to the Church - I am convinced of it - a new spiritual springtime."
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Reflection on Class Painting
Not only did I do a painting in response to the book of Joel in class, but I also made a water color painting in response to reading it the night before. The painting from the night before depicts God’s judgment and the less appealing visuals from Joel. In class I decided to make a painting contrasting the first. I painted a grape vine and a fig tree both yielding fruit as described by the prophet Joel. Both the tree and the vine are very healthy and lush. The part of Joel being represented in my second painting is speaking about how God will redeem Israel.
Before this class I had never taken such an approach to interpreting literature. I really enjoyed the process and feel I was able to gain much more than I would have been able to just reading Joel silently in my head. The whole process of first reading it to myself, then reading it out loud, and finally illustrating sections of it has really helped to bring the text to life. Before this assignment I tended to associate literature with school assignments and a sense of boredom. Discovering that scripture can is also a form of literature really helped to connect what was required of me to read with what I enjoy to read on my on. Seeing other people’s paintings in class was also an interesting experience. It was nice to see how other people were envisioning the same text. It was possible that this helped shed light more accurately on what the author may have been trying to convey. Over all painting the very visual literature found in the book of Joel serves a great bridge between literature and the upcoming class field trip to an art museum. With out illustrating literature for myself I might not have made the connection between literary and visual art forms.
-Do to technical difficulties the painting will be posted shortly.
Before this class I had never taken such an approach to interpreting literature. I really enjoyed the process and feel I was able to gain much more than I would have been able to just reading Joel silently in my head. The whole process of first reading it to myself, then reading it out loud, and finally illustrating sections of it has really helped to bring the text to life. Before this assignment I tended to associate literature with school assignments and a sense of boredom. Discovering that scripture can is also a form of literature really helped to connect what was required of me to read with what I enjoy to read on my on. Seeing other people’s paintings in class was also an interesting experience. It was nice to see how other people were envisioning the same text. It was possible that this helped shed light more accurately on what the author may have been trying to convey. Over all painting the very visual literature found in the book of Joel serves a great bridge between literature and the upcoming class field trip to an art museum. With out illustrating literature for myself I might not have made the connection between literary and visual art forms.
-Do to technical difficulties the painting will be posted shortly.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Book of Joel
This is a water color painting i made of several of the images described in the book of Joel. In my painting is the dead and splintering fig tree, fires, clouds of darkness, pillars of smoke, grape vines in waste with no fruit, grain being ruined by the fires, and the moon turning to darkness.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Cemetery Trip
Last Thursday I really enjoyed the class trip to cemetery. I’m generally not one for poetry and struggled through the reading. Even reading the poem in cemetery wasn’t much of a help. So I started reading the gravestones, looking at the dates and the inscriptions. The oldest grave I found was from 1862. Some of the graves I looked at had inscriptions, some just names and dates. While most inscriptions on the grave stones read something like “loving mother” one caught my attention above the others. It read “he died as he live, a Christian”. This got me thinking about what people will remember about, or if those things will even be worth writing about. My thoughts then came back to the poem I was holding in my hand. Knowing that it was delivered at Abraham Lincoln’s funeral it got me thinking about all the other ways people have chosen to remember him. His face is printed on our money and we have built monuments in his honor. Today he is a hero, but during his own life he was very controversial and was forced to make many difficult decisions that ultimately got him killed. In doing something great and to live a life worth truly living it required great personal sacrifice. Going back to the inscription written on the stone that first brought about this thought I began contemplating what that man’s life must have looked like that being a Christian was so consistent that his family thought that the most important thing remembering about him. I took it as a challenge for my own life, it was a nice reminder to remember that things we do now are important and not just those at the end of our lives. It isn’t always easy walking out the Christian life and it places requirements on the individual. The journey being significant, as is the destination, I want to live in the same way I die, a Christian.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Class Trips
Yesterday I really enjoyed the literary discussion groups that took place in Tuscane Restorainte. Having the option to discuss some readings of our own choice proved to be fun both in both sharing and listening. First because we were able to share that which we most enjoyed ourselves and also I find it more preferable to listen to other people speak about their own interests or passions. During the discussions some light was finally shed into the whole Twilight craze for me; however I still think a Vampire love story is to strange for me to ever read. Personally I tend non fiction books often theology related for my own enjoyment. Some one else shared that they enjoyed reading “Redeeming Love”, a fictional story with theological concepts taken from the book Hosea. This was the first time I had heard of the book and it has prompted me to become more interested in Christian fiction. In light of enjoying Tuesday’s mini class field trip, I am looking forward to tomorrow’s trip to the cemetery. I found reading Walt Whitman’s poem "When Lylacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd", very confusing and hope that by reading it again in a place more reminiscent of the original setting it was given in will help to shed more light on it. It will be almost like getting into character so as being able to join the target audience of people this poem was originally written for.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Reflection of class readings
Even after class ended I was still thinking about readings we had that day. The point that Christians should not attempt to solve the hurts of the world by simply covering them up with a superficial sense of happiness was made very clearly. Pain is a very real and natural part of life and to ignore it would be foolish. Not all problems that are present in the world are so minute that they can simply be glossed over but rather require a deeper solution at the root, which is generally takes considerable more work. Many people would look to Jesus and his miraculous abilities to bring healing to many different situations through out his ministry in a single moment. In doing this the larger issue of compassion, in its literal sense meaning to suffer with, is over looked. Christ became man taking on with it all that is entailed with being human, including the suffering and weakness. He spent over thirty three years being human, being tempted and experience pain. By doing this He was becoming the Great High Priest being able to intercede for us in out weaknesses. The best Biblical example I can find of men living out this kind of compassion is found in Job. After Job had lost all his possessions and children and himself been afflicted with sores on his body three of his friends came to visit. Upon seeing how great Job’s suffering was his friends “began to weep aloud, and they tore their robes and sprinkled dust on their heads, Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights, No ones said a word to him, because they saw how great his suffering was.” (Job 2:12-13) I can only imagine how insulted Job would have been if his friends had come by and told him to “turn his frown upside down”. Job’s response I feel sums this all up when he says “shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?” Trouble is part of this life and it is not wise to say otherwise.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
The Things They Carried
What I most enjoyed about reading “The Things They Carried”, was the unique perspective provided by the narration. The Vietnam War that is usually shown to us in theater and literature is one of two way, the first being a portrayal of great American and heroes, and the second and more common of the two the travesty and cruelty of war. Here though the characters are neither the heroes nor the villains. Rather than having a strong disposition in any directions the characters seem to grow more num as the narration continues. For me their attitudes created a desire for me to feel sad for them but left me unable too. Jimmy Cross’ account makes it very clear that all perspective of the men under his command has been lost and they try to keep it that way by trying to “destroy the reality of death” that surrounds them.
I was also impressed by Tim O’Brien’s metaphorical use of all the items the soldiers carried. The items the characters in his story “The Things They Carried”, all served to show the emotional baggage each one was carrying around with him. The more each man carried the more it seemed he was afraid. Both weapons and personal effects were used by each of the soldiers to try and keep them selves from meeting with the harsh reality of the world they were living in, weapons keeping them from death and personal effects to place their minds somewhere else.
One thing I remain curious about is the real nature of Lieutenant Cross and Martha. Why does she continue to write to him after it their last date didn’t appear to end to well? Is she aware of the possible implications signing her letter’s “love”, could have? What was the nature of their relationship between single date and Jimmy being shipped off to war?
I was also impressed by Tim O’Brien’s metaphorical use of all the items the soldiers carried. The items the characters in his story “The Things They Carried”, all served to show the emotional baggage each one was carrying around with him. The more each man carried the more it seemed he was afraid. Both weapons and personal effects were used by each of the soldiers to try and keep them selves from meeting with the harsh reality of the world they were living in, weapons keeping them from death and personal effects to place their minds somewhere else.
One thing I remain curious about is the real nature of Lieutenant Cross and Martha. Why does she continue to write to him after it their last date didn’t appear to end to well? Is she aware of the possible implications signing her letter’s “love”, could have? What was the nature of their relationship between single date and Jimmy being shipped off to war?
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
What Wwe Talk about When We Talk about Love
Over all I found this story very sad. I’m not sure any of the characters actually know what real love is. Although there may appear to be some conflict in their definitions of love, it really is played out in the same why by all. What each character calls “love”, is really their way of making themselves happy first, by taking what they can from a companion.
I find Mel to be the most interesting character; I wonder what he was doing his whole five years at seminary that he still has no idea what real love it. As Mel begins to drink more, it becomes more apparent that he struggles with trying to define love in his own life. Although he now is in love with Terri as he claims, he still appears to be very hurt by his ex wife, signifying some sort of connection still lasting. Even though he says he hates it, Mel will admit to having loved her more than life at one point. He becomes very agitated as he continues his story of the elderly couple from the car accident he once treated. The idea that two people’s love could carry on so strongly even until old age seems to puzzle him, as love as he defines it, seems very limited in time.
Terri is an even bigger mess and says that even though her ex, Ed, could threaten her life and constantly do her physical harm, really understood the concept of genuine love. The fact that Terri could see such selfish behavior and call it love suggest that she believes love to nothing more than finding a way to make yourself happy through possessing someone else in your life.
Over all, the entire story leads me to wonder what point the author is making about love. I see it possibly attempting to display how confused many people are as to what real love looks like. Or perhaps Raymond Caver doesn’t believe in love at all, and has come to believe through his experiences that love really is just a way of keeping yourself happy in moment above anyone else.
I find Mel to be the most interesting character; I wonder what he was doing his whole five years at seminary that he still has no idea what real love it. As Mel begins to drink more, it becomes more apparent that he struggles with trying to define love in his own life. Although he now is in love with Terri as he claims, he still appears to be very hurt by his ex wife, signifying some sort of connection still lasting. Even though he says he hates it, Mel will admit to having loved her more than life at one point. He becomes very agitated as he continues his story of the elderly couple from the car accident he once treated. The idea that two people’s love could carry on so strongly even until old age seems to puzzle him, as love as he defines it, seems very limited in time.
Terri is an even bigger mess and says that even though her ex, Ed, could threaten her life and constantly do her physical harm, really understood the concept of genuine love. The fact that Terri could see such selfish behavior and call it love suggest that she believes love to nothing more than finding a way to make yourself happy through possessing someone else in your life.
Over all, the entire story leads me to wonder what point the author is making about love. I see it possibly attempting to display how confused many people are as to what real love looks like. Or perhaps Raymond Caver doesn’t believe in love at all, and has come to believe through his experiences that love really is just a way of keeping yourself happy in moment above anyone else.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Literature in my Life
My earliest memories of literature are of my parents reading to me every night before I went to bed. When I was very young I can remember trying to find the longest story I could so as to avoid going to bed just a little bit longer. My favorite stories as I got a little older were by Roald Dahl. It was shortly after my parents started reading his stories to me that I began to read them for myself. I still enjoy Roald Dahl’s works today as I find even more hidden humor in them as I am older now.
For the most part I enjoy reading books that cross between theology and history. I discovered a real interest for church history, particularly revivals of the past century starting with the holiness movement, while in high school. One of the most exciting pieces I’ve read is titled “The Power of Faith” and is a compilation of sermons delivered by Smith Wigglesworth. Before that I had a very large interest in the fictional works of C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. I read more than just their most popular works such as the Chronicles of Narnia and the Lord of the Rings. The Silmarilion by Tolkien, remains one of my favorite books still today.
The most significant text I’ve ever read apart from the Bible is “The Celebration of Discipline”. I’ve never taken so long to read a book I loved so much. I found it incredibly thought provoking and challenging and could barely finish a chapter with out having to stop and mentally digest all that I was reading. It brought to light many areas of my life that previously I had thought un-useful in Christian practice.
I don’t think there is any way in which literature doesn’t matter. Many would argue the ability to communicate is what sets us apart from all other life forms on earth. Literature is a means for this communication. Written words can be read silently, spoken aloud or lived out in our actions thus overflowing into all areas of life.
For the most part I enjoy reading books that cross between theology and history. I discovered a real interest for church history, particularly revivals of the past century starting with the holiness movement, while in high school. One of the most exciting pieces I’ve read is titled “The Power of Faith” and is a compilation of sermons delivered by Smith Wigglesworth. Before that I had a very large interest in the fictional works of C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. I read more than just their most popular works such as the Chronicles of Narnia and the Lord of the Rings. The Silmarilion by Tolkien, remains one of my favorite books still today.
The most significant text I’ve ever read apart from the Bible is “The Celebration of Discipline”. I’ve never taken so long to read a book I loved so much. I found it incredibly thought provoking and challenging and could barely finish a chapter with out having to stop and mentally digest all that I was reading. It brought to light many areas of my life that previously I had thought un-useful in Christian practice.
I don’t think there is any way in which literature doesn’t matter. Many would argue the ability to communicate is what sets us apart from all other life forms on earth. Literature is a means for this communication. Written words can be read silently, spoken aloud or lived out in our actions thus overflowing into all areas of life.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
