Wednesday, April 20, 2022

Creative practice



I was sitting in the Lang couryard with a student from the design school today, enthusing about the trees. She told me work she did for one of my classes had reminded her how much she likes words, as well as images; now she's not sure if she's a designer or an artist.  

She was curious about my work, too. What was my creative practice, she asked? I don't really have one, I said, being on the academic end of things, but she wasn't persuaded. I think everyone has a creative practice, she said: maybe mine is the way I look at trees. Maybe it is!


Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Ceranimism

Delighted by a show of beautifully unsettling works by sculptor Kathy Ruttenberg. Detail of "A Little Birdie Told Me" (2014) and "October" (2011).


Monday, April 18, 2022

Hanging loose

Sunday, April 17, 2022

Risen!

Sought the living among the dead, at the Cloisters - this Carolingian
ivory carving, with its splendid empty tomb, is from ca. 870 CE! But
this floral celebration in next door Fort Tryon Park is from right now.

Saturday, April 16, 2022

Easter

We're not quite out of the wilderness yet. Presumably to accommodate people watching the livestream, our church's Easter Vigil didn't, as was our wont before the pandemic, start in darkness, with the flame of a single candle lit at the baptismal font at the entrance gradually spreading to tapers held by all present and providing just enough light for the readings and responses of the vigil - until, as we switched to the first eucharist of Easter, the lights came on, revealing a flower-bedecked church, bells came out and the organ, which had been silent for Holy Week, lead the congregation in Handel's "Halleluiah Chorus," a dazzling transformation.  

Instead, the lights were on but dimmed and everything happened in the altar area where our streaming service could share it: its cameras are in the choir loft above the entrance and remotely controlled, and wouldn't have been able to show any of the candle-lit activity around the baptismal font below. And, for some other reason, no tapers and no Handel! So it wasn't quite the triumphant return to tradition I'd been looking forward to. But other returns almost made up for it. Incense, expertly swung by a thurifer in a jingling thurible, brought tears (of joy!) to my eyes. And after the service we had our first shared food and drink since March 2020, and the conviviality that brings: masks removed for eating, we saw each other's faces! Resurrection takes work.

Friday, April 15, 2022

Preach?

The Easter Triduum takes one back to the history of the Christian church. While this is sublime and transporting, many of our prayers and hymns are full of superseded theology. I feel the want especially keenly of those parts of the story recalled in German theologian Jürgen Moltmann's proposed addition to the creeds:

Baptized by John the Baptist, filled with the Holy Spirit: to preach the kingdom of God to the poor, to heal the sick, to receive those who have been cast out, to revive Israel for the salvation of the nations, and to have mercy upon all people.

Without something like this, nothing in the life of Jesus registers, and he goes right from birth to death - no teachings, no miracles, no example for living. A purely transactional incarnation!

Thursday, April 14, 2022

In the flesh

Out of the belly of Notre Dame, just in time for Easter!

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Heffalump

Attempt to think beyond the blind(folded) men and the elephant

Blue/yellow

Ukrainian flags everywhere

Monday, April 11, 2022

Blooming

Final third of the semester began today: summer's around the corner!

Sunday, April 10, 2022

Graham!

First time back in a theater in a very long time (well, not that long, but this was City Center), but when I heard that our school's orchestra was accompanying the Martha Graham Dance Company in "Appalachian Spring," which I've never had the chance to see live, I jumped at it. 

The piece, the company director told us in welcome, was composed in wartime, in 1944, to highlight American values and spirit, and it was hard not to think we may find ourselves in a similar moment of civilizational struggle now - though a story of a frontier housewarming wouldn't unite as, perhaps, it did then. The frontier's closed and, we realize belatedly and fitfully, traversed stolen land. What would? 

Saturday, April 09, 2022

Expanse

Colors of a deserted Rockaway Beach on a warm blustery spring day 

AAR

It's been a spell since I presented at the American Academy of Religion... but this year I'll be there (Denver), and Harawaying!

Friday, April 08, 2022

Splashes of color












Cherry blossoms against backgrounds

Omnibus

In our seminar on Mary-Jane Rubenstein's Pantheologies today, we finally reached the closing section of the book. The section, called "Theos," completes a trajectory begun with "Pan," "Hyle" and "Cosmos," and most of it concerns the debates about Einstein's faith in "Spinoza's God" and how Bohr points beyond it to something more like the pluralist pantheism she's exploring, with cameos from other scientific luminaries, as well as theologians Bonhoeffer and Tillich (with lesser lights fulminating). Very exciting but also very, well, abstract. The little burst in the book's final pages of rich indigenous and womanist insights into interdependence and the divinity of change only accentuates the aridity of what precedes it. 

While several found the book's denouement "epic," discussion really got going when one student reported that reading the book had from the start been an uncomfortably "disembodied" experience for her, and she had come to the conclusion that the author's "personal god" was not hers. Another student told how she'd tried to find out what Rubenstein's beliefs were in an online search and had been frustrated to find almost nothing. I told them this was the sign of a professional scholar of religion, a little different from the understandings of scholarship in the service of art, activism and diversity of voices widespread at our school. I find Pantheologies suffused with a distinctive voice and critical sensibility, but to some of these students it just seemed like discussion of other people's ideas. 

Happily, other students wanted to discuss these ideas - especially Einstein's plaintive "faith in reason" and the kindred desire for a fixed ultimate reality beyond the hurly burly of experience and change. A mystically inclined student spoke of "stillness," and I averred that there was none in the world Rubenstein conjures (unless it's like the stability co-created by the gajillions of symbiotic species of Gaia) and that her ultimately very Jamesian book should make us suspect claims to and for fixed, ultimate, unchanging realities as efforts to stop, order, or step out of our teeming world. This is a hard teaching, and I'm sure we'll be discussing it more in the coming weeks.

But the desire to know Rubenstein's "personal God" generated some interesting discussion too. "Personal God" isn't a term Rubenstein uses (though she discusses and dismissed Tillich's use of it) but came rather from the student's sense that everyone's deepest ideas must be rooted in their bodies, their lives. Others noticed the consistent invocations of feminist, anti-racist and ecological concerns throughout the book, but acknowledged that they didn't get a sense of the author's life. 

I directed the class to a passage which I thought gave a glimpse of the author's lived life which happens also to question the anthropocentrism of "personal" questions. It's in the parentheses of the second long sentence of this 3-sentence paragraph from page 182:

I'm pretty sure, I said, that we're hearing about the non-hypothetical challenge of an ecofeminist's putting up a wood-frame house for her family and dogs and cats and having to decide what to do about a colony of termites in the ground. The "thoughtful deliberation" she menions was real and difficult and necessary in that place and time, and is real and difficult and necessary all the time in different ways. Could we think about Rubenstein's dicussions of James, Spinoza, Bruno, Margulis, Einstein, Bohr and Octavia Butler as resources for doing this in a more sensitive way? The word "omni-personal" typifies the paradoxical task: it's as abstract a term as they come and yet it seeks to name the ongoing reality of a world always more animated, more relational and more locally embodied and co-created than we can ever truly grasp. 

Pantheologies tries to help us clear away the preconceptions - especially the preconception humans are the only persons, and that divinity is likewise "humanoid" - that get in the way of participating in the world. It doesn't supply the termites; they're already there. It also doesn't tell us how to negotiate coexistence with them, but it makes us more likely to recognize their claim on existence, their co-responsibility for sustaining the world we share, and to try to find ways of thriving together. A book can't make us embodied (any more than the many books that try to make us disembodied can do that) but it can help us realize we are embodied, and this book (for which embodied also means divinely entangled) does that, no?

My presentiment of divinity (let's say that instead of "personal God") is also not Rubenstein's. I find her delight in "holographic" perspectivalism and her emphasis on the fearful as well as grateful affects of wonder off-putting and hard to reconcile with the stupendous symbiosis of Gaia. But that seems less significant than a shared resonance with the open-ended pluralism we both learn from James and recognize in the figures and narratives of traditions from around the world, though I don't see them in all the places she does - and of course James still relies on a humanoid understanding of persons, too. As ever in the pantheistic mutivers there is work to do!

Monday, April 04, 2022

Brava

On a good day, America looks like this: soon to be Supreme Court Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson!

Sukkah punch

Had occasion to revisit an event from twelve years ago in "Religion and Ecology" today. Our general topic for today's session was Jewish environmentalisms. I've been trying to get the students to think both religion and ecology in more practice- and less belief-defined ways, so I remembered the "Sukkah City" competition in Fall 2010 when a dozen new takes on the ceremonial "booths" for the Sukkot holiday were erected on Union Square. (This is a picture I took then of my favorite, made entirely of carpenters' shims.) Several students remembered sukkahs from their childhoods but for most it was an exciting new discovery: a temporary religious structure designed to let starlight in, to which one moves as much of one's life as one can for a whole week each year? How might having this as part of your life shape your understanding of vulnerability, nature, community, time?

Sunday, April 03, 2022

Still

Against apathy

I realize that I've been neglecting this blog for the past month, indeed for longer. It's the assault on Ukraine, of course, which appals with its brutality and, with each new report, with its sense that the happy illusion of an end of history was just that. Wars of aggression still happen. Civilians are still targeted. And the strong expect to get away with it, supported or condoned in their brutality by too many people for too many reasons. There's a related terror, too, that what the people of Ukraine are so bravely resisting will broaden in scope, that wider war will happen, that nuclear weapons will be used. 

A visiting German friend put it this way: 
Don't Americans realize that everything's changed? 

My daily routines have not changed, though, with their little dramas and comedies, their frustrations and satisfactions, their discoveries and disappointments. Chronicling these for whatever sense of emerging or lasting significance a blog conveys just seems wrong. I'll try to persist, if only not to give into despair, the apathy that theologian Jürgen Moltmann says is the sin of the powerless...

Friday, April 01, 2022

Enter green