Great Comments 5, Dave Bonta

commentsDave Bonta sent me a some great comments a few days ago. His blog is loaded with them. This one is in response to a post called Ring of Fire, and the comment came from Peter of Slow Reads.

One interesting advantage about this comment list is that I have to read things that are a little challenging. I waded through this post and am better for it. Dave indeed is a valuable voice in modern thinking. The best summary I can give is to quote his own words. The first is his introduction.

In many ways, the question of what to do with desire is one of the central concerns of all religions. In Buddhism, with the presumption of reincarnation, overcoming desire becomes linked to the escape from otherwise endless suffering. In modern world religions in general, the salvation of the individual usually assumes a central importance, despite the lip service given to charity or compassion. Neither of these scenarios has much attraction for me, I’m afraid. To me, the quest for human perfection would be better sought through more pragmatic ends – caring for each other, building community, defending political freedoms, and the like. That is to say, through love . . . which can never, and should never, in my opinion, be divorced from desire.

Dave explores these ideas with many references, including Marvin Pope among others, and several passages from the Bible and biblical scholars. The main inspiration for this post is this section of the Song of Songs (8:5-7)

Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee. Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

He ends with this:

“. . . The coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.” What gives light must also give out heat. To become enlightened, in the Biblical view, is to endure great burning. Only thus can the waters of chaos and death be transformed into so much harmless steam.

Here, finally, is Peter’s comment to Ring of Fire:

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Thank you for giving the Song of Songs some breathing room! It isn’t one thing to the exclusion of another, I don’t think. It’s foremost a love song, of course. I had a Bible that plastered “allegory of Christ and the church” in the margins and over each page of it — the effort was like the modest (in both senses) movement in the 19th Century to bowdlerize the Bible.

People ridicule Protestantism’s spiritualization of the Song as something like an attempt to put clothes on voluptuous, naked statues. I think the critics are right to a large extent — the Greek notion of separating body and soul is largely foreign to the Hebrew culture but it is still with us today, working its magic.

(I had to edit some otherwise creative religious material I was responsible for reviewing. It would have taught children that, “Our bodies are like space suits.” Necessary appendages. Such stuff teaches an ambivalence — and therefore a hatred — toward our bodies, and therefore toward ourselves, I think. Paul, on the other hand, saw that, “No man ever yet hated his own flesh.” And he was fine with that. After all, Christians are to receive spiritual bodies in the resurrection, which Paul links to our earthly ones in a kind of farming analogy. If you don’t like bodies now…)

Anyway, I guess if one comes to terms with sexuality, the spiritualizing of the Song may bring even more passion to it, if that is possible. Who else but God would be worthy of such lines about the king, both as the subject and object of passion? A couple of big names on both sides of the Christian aisle come to mind: John of the Cross (“He slept soundly on my flowery breast…”) and Jonathan Edwards (“The Holy Scriptures clearly see religion as a result of affections”).

I do not mean to minimize the instinct to wards detachment found in Christianity and Buddhism and other religions. Some of the ancient Christian monks taught that detachment — the peeling away of obsessions and the false self behind them — is the first major stage of a monk’s work. The Praktikos was simply preparation, and it may have taken a lifetime often.

“Once the heart has been perfectly emptied of mental images,
It gives birth to divine and mystical concepts that play within it
just as fish and dolphins play in a calm sea.”
– Hesychios

Many of us Christians find it easier to dress the statues and to ban the dolphins.

Thanks Dave and Peter (and Dave’s many other commenters) for the chance to dip into something so satisfying. I come away breathless, with great respect for deep intricate thinking. But I also come away comforted knowing my own crude versions of these ideas are not too far off.

PS Thanks to Jennifer of Architect by Day, Writer by Night for the graphic!

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Mapping. Knowing Yourself

The better you know yourself, the better others can know you. The more you map your interior, the bigger the space gets. Knowing the space, you can move the walls out. Knowing what the walls are made of you can take them down. Knowing openness, your heart can fathom intimacy. Knowing intimacy is knowing love. Knowing love is knowing God. I know, lots of big leaps there. But I have trouble mapping the details. So I take the generalizations and live by them.

Today I’m not very happy. I think I have too much expectation about blogging. As one blogger once reminded me, this is not reality. But it’s easy to confuse. The blogosphere is a huge, 24/7 party, with real people mapping out lots to absorb, lots to chew on, lots to play with. But online maps are only guides, not the same as food, water, air, skin. It maps only part of you. I often forget to eat, to live.

So am I mapping something by blogging? I started out approaching this as a vehicle for my poetry, then started to feel inhibited, seeing so many great poets out there. The fun was gone. Journalizing here is not something I want to bore other readers with. I find most journal blogs uninteresting. Plus a few too many of my readers know me offline, inhibiting me further.

I came here to map myself better. Now I’m caught up in so many inhibitions I’ve lost track of anything I might have to say. This happens often with me. I try to fit in, to please everyone, get in lock step, and lose myself completely.

Posting rich material daily is not possible for me. My expectations are too high. Writing (and reading) is a struggle for me. And the higher my expectations, the lower my self-esteem. So now I feel like an idiot with nothing to say. This happens often with me.

I also have to admit, I’m disappointed by the almost flatline response to the great comment list. I emailed dozens of bloggers. The only folks who participated were (I have a feeling) instructed to do so by Liz of the Commerati. Are there so few great comments to share?

Everyone benefits from participating, with linkiness for all. Yes, I ask that people to write a post featuring a few comments from their site. Yes, it takes some time to sift through your comments. Aren’t your commenters worth it? And I take the time to read all the posts, the comments, and organize the list. End of rant. (I certainly won’t die if this fizzles out. Then I can go back to full time posting for myself)

So what is my purpose here? Why do I let so much of my wonderful real life pass in front of this computer? The answer is not a happy one. I’ve cornered myself. But turning around to face the other way is harder than it sounds. I’m an all or nothing kind of guy, with a very convincing take it or leave it exterior.

So…mapping. Today the map is wet, smudged, unreadable. And I’m hungry for something real. Ideas and words are only a finger, a sign pointing at the moon. I need to visit the moon itself for awhile.

Great Comments Day 4, Jennifer

Jennifer at Architect by Day, Writer by Night offers up a smorgasbord of comments, revealing some interesting detail. All that we know of what the comments refered to was the phrase “Skinny the narrative and fatten the dialog”. Can you tell she’s an architect? 🙂

Melly exposed her love of detailed descriptions, pointing to their transforming power.

She also includes a fun comment by hippopotomonstrosesquipidelian whose name alone is enough bait to check out the commenter’s site.

I think my favorite is the one by Liz. Where does she come up with that dialog? Hmm? Very revealing, Liz. Tell us more. What does Jone do? Does she make eye contact? Does her hand bring the wine to her lips? Rattles around in your head for awhile.

I was reading through Pat Walsh’s “The First Five Pages” the past few weeks, and she has a section on dialog. Let’s just say fatten the WELL-WRITTEN dialog.:) Dialog is a great way to “show” rather than “tell” the reader what is happening. Some of P. Walsh’s examples were just deadly:

Hello Jone, I see you are wearing a wedding ring and have long hair. You are drinking red wine from a long stemmed crystal glass. Would you care for another from the long marble bar to the left of us?

Your listening to real dialog means that this has to be painful (and at the same time unimaginable) to read. But there you have I’ll right with you on well-written dialog. That’s my bit for the discussion.

Liz, do you know how many z’s I now type a day?

PS it has been revealed by secret sources that Liz was raised by the Glittering Commentari. No wonder she’s so cool.

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Clear Conscience

In a funny and preceptive (and provocative) NYT editorial last week called “Penguin Family Values”, the writer quotes a few lines from the poem “In Praise of Feeling Bad About Yourself”, by Wislawa Szymborska.

A jackal doesn’t understand remorse.
Lions and lice don’t waver in their course.
Why should they, when they know they’re right?

On this third planet of the sun,
among the signs of bestiality
A clear conscience is Number One.

Ouch! What a sharp blade and steady aim! Can we clone these guys? Make a few million and infiltrate them throughout the media industry? Ann Coultier, may I serve you a helping of guilt to nourish your starving soul?