I've been obsessively looking at maps of Ukraine for weeks but there are other maps to fill one with fear, too. This is one from Las Vegas, NM. Pink is area burned by fire; green is evacuated. Included in the green is Montezuma, site of the United World College, where I finished high school.

Flask

In the Study Collection of Greek and Roman works I discovered looking for Pan at the Met, some of the oldest things look the newest - or is it the brilliance of the curation that lets them float free of time, in supportive convo with shades past and present?

Pluralistic Universe

Mary-Jane Rubenstein, the author of Pantheologies, visited our class today and it was suitably pluralistically in person! Although she was zooming in we decided to meet in person, having perfected a hybrid community over the course of the semester with our classroom (and sometimes others, as no other class meets Friday mornings on Lang's fourth floor) as well as my laptop, which over the course of the semester has hosted most of the students when covid precautions prevented them from attending in person, swinging this way and that as discussion moved around our table and sometimes even leaving the room to join a group working in another. (After all this hosting it hardly feels like it's just mine anymore, to tell the truth.)

From her home office Mary-Jane shared the laptop - projected today also on a larger screen - with a student on a deep sea research vessel (currently near Hawa'ii) and was passed around the room to meet each member of the class, one of whom is never without her canine companion, before we moved to an extended Q&A the class had prepared. (Look closely at the image above and, in the image from the media console in the corner of the room, you can see the laptop, as well as yours truly taking a picture of the screen, albeit mirrored.) 

Since we were using the laptop speaker (to avoid reverb), Mary-Jane's thoughtful responses, sometimes funny, sometimes moving and always incisive, were heard from each corner of the room as different students framed different questions. It all made for a three-dimensional encounter students said felt markedly different from other virtual class visits they'd experienced. More, it lived out the pluralism Rubenstein takes from James' ongoing overlapping Pluralistic Universe where Things are 'with' one another in many ways, but nothing includes everything, or dominates over everything. 

Red tourism

Sent this picture of Japanese maples on West 12th Street to a friend confined within her housing complex in Shanghai. This was her reply.

Microaggression

Fuzzy nose-tickling filaments on the masks provided by our school reminded me of the cli-fi story a student in last semester's "Anthropo-cene Humanities" class wrote about future beachgoers terrorized by monstrous blue sea creatures composed entirely of the billions - trillions?! - of discarded masks generated by the covid pandemic.

Minor gathering

Had a gathering with some of our religious studies minors and two sympathizers in the Lang courtyard today. Their day jobs include politics, history, theater, fine arts and global studies. Several I hadn't seen without a mask, and some I haven't seen since before covid!

Dharma talk

In Religion and Ecology today, a little fillip of Buddhism before we start winding down - an essay by Joanna Macy, and Dogen's "山水経 [On the Spiritual Discourses of the Mountains and the Water]." The former describes a "greening of the self" happening because of presentiments of collective annihilation, scientific challenges to the idea of individuality and the growth of "nondualist spiritualities" like Buddhism. 

I have found Buddhism to be distinctive for the clarity and sophistication it brings to understanding the dynamics of the self. In much the same way as systems theory does, Buddhism undermines the dichotomy between self and other and belies the concept of a continuous, self-existent entity, It then goes further than systems theory in showing the pathogenic character of any reifications of the self. It goes further still in offering methods for transcending these difficulties and healing this suffering. (158)

This built nicely on last week's explorations of Daoist ideas of a "porous self," part of a "liquid ecology" which makes it absurd to think of ourselves and our consciousness as apart from an "environment" rather than as emerging from it. I've not had occasion to segue from Daoist to Buddhist ideas in a class before, and this worked well - probably because the Buddhisms in question are shaped by the synergy of Buddhist and Daoist elements in the sinosphere. 

Dogen's meta-metaphorical reflections on flowing mountains and water palaces had a new kind of resonance coming after Daoist inner alchemical accounts of bodies as mountainous waterscapes. Of course Dogen warns against Daoist notions that things "arise spontaneously, independent of any form of causality" when they are in fact the compassionate manifestations of Buddhas and bodhisattvas, who know how to deploy reality itself in ways conducive to the saving of suffering beings, but that was farther than we were ready to go, even in imagination!

What we were perhaps ready to partake of was a suggestion of Macy's, shaped by a kindred Mahayana appreciation of the way wisdom allows us to redeploy "pathogenic" metaphors in compassionate ways, that 

The ecological self, like any notion of selfhood, is a metaphoric construct, useful for what it allows us to perceive and how it helps us to behave. It is dynamic and situational, a perspective we can choose to adopt according to context and need. Note the words: we can choose. Because it's a metaphor and not a  rigid category, choices can be made to identify at different moments with different dimensions or aspects of our systematically interrelated existence... (159)

Learning that everything is fluid, liquid, interdependent can seem like a disempowering (or liberating) dissolving of all in all, but this reminds us that we can, and do, choose better and worse ways of perceiving and behaving in our overlapping worlds.

Joanna Macy, "The Greening of the Self" [from World as Lover, World as Self, 1991], in Spiritual Ecology: The Cry of the Earth, ed. Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee, 2nd ed. (Golden Sufi Center, 2016), 151-62

Ready to launch

大白Vermeer

From our far-flung correspondents, a moment of levity from the ongoing Shanghai covid lockdown. While I'd be lying if I said I wish I could be in China now, I do miss the on the ground feel of being there, the experiences of how people are staying sane and creative and connected which US China reporting never includes. I'm happy to see humor in one of the anonymous-seeming "big whites."

New leaf

Spring happenings along the Hudson

(I gather the unfamiliar garlands are from a box elder maple)

Peckish for peccary

 

The semester is wending its way to a close - three more weeks, can it be? - including our seminar devoted to Mary-Jane Rubenstein's Pantheologies: Gods, Worlds, Monsters. Next week the author joins us (virtually) so we spent today's class recapping and refreshing - and rediscovering what a brilliantly constructed argument it is, too.

Our mechanism was a quiz, generated by the class itself, which identified key arguments, figures and tropes. Students had each been charged with sending me 2-3 questions and I selected a baker's dozen (arranging and, I'll admit, adding a few too). At the start of class, students were given the questions (13 and a bonus) and tasked with writing brief responses to eight of their choosing. We'd spend half an hour like this, and another half hour going through the questions. As if! Working through the questions took almost our whole 2.5 hour class! Students had also been asked to generate a 2-3 page synopsis of the book, so the discussion was synthetic and illuminating: we were considering this rich complicated book as a whole, from a variety of angles, with plenty of enjoyable deep dives.

One of the most enjoyable discussions came near the end: 

11. What is a peccary? (Trick question!) 

It was one of my plants, and I placed it between student-generated questions on how Rubenstein's pluralistic pantheism deals with the problem of evil and another on the affective, ethical and symbol benefit she finds in thinking our buzzing symbiotic world divine. So... what's a peccary? And what's the trick? 

This is a peccary at the San Diego Zoo but the question isn't (just) about this animal ("don't call it a pig"!). It led us to Rubenstein's discussion of the "Amerindian perspectivalism," the name given for the distinctive worldview of Tupi other Amazonian peoples according to which all species regard themselves as human. Accordingly, they identify other things related to them by the same names we use for things related to us in the same way way: a predator they might call jaguar, a prey animal might be peccary, an enjoyable intoxicant beer. This means that where a human like you or me will see a peccary as a peccary and a jaguar as a jaguar, the peccary will see itself as human and see us as jaguars, while jaguars will see themselves as human and us as peccaries. Or something like that... since all these words melt through our fingers as we try to hold them. How do we know we're not peccaries?

I'm not as entranced by the delirious weirdness of "Amerindian perspectivism" as some are, so I didn't really understand what it was doing in her book ... until today. Playing out the slippery undecidability of sorting humans from peccaries with the class, I got its equivocal charm and how it serves her "hypothetical pluralistic pantheism." Humans and/or peccaries and/or all the other symbiotic agents with whom we make the world are right to feel at home in the world, and wrong only when they forget that all the others have valid claims to knowing what's going on, too, which are and are not just like ours. (The Tupi don't forget; you stay away from what seem to you jaguars, and you hunt what seem to you peccaries, all with the respect that is due one's relations. That we all collectively maintain the world is understood.) For getting beyond anthropocentrism, it's too little and too much! But, I saw, it opens up some of the affects of humility and awe and flow which Rubenstein thinks make pluralist pantheism ethically and spiritually viable and valuable.

The 13th century picture above isn't of peccaries; the Bodleian Library, in one of whose books it appears, says it's hedgehogs among grapes. But it's the picture Pantheologies has on its cover and I'm going to say that, just as those vines are also kin to the sky and the earth, those animals may know themselves to be more than hedgehogs. Rubenstein's pantheologies are teeming with possibilities, most beyond our grasp and yet not beyond our awed awareness and participation.

 A student's key to peccary perspectivism

Aflame

This year's tulip delirium at Jefferson Market Garden.

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!

Ceranimism

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

Hanging loose

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.

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.

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!

In the flesh

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

Heffalump

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

Blue/yellow

Ukrainian flags everywhere

Blooming

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

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? 

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!

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!

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?

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...

Enter green