Wednesday, November 23, 2011

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Friday, February 25, 2011

Rest in Peace, Caleb.

We lost our cat tonight to a long fight with illness. Rest in peace, Caleb.

But my servant Caleb, because he has a different spirit and has followed me wholeheartedly, I will bring into the land into which he went, and his descendants shall possess it. (Numbers 14.24 NRSV)








from "The Kitten and Falling Leaves"  
by William Wordsworth from poets.org

See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall,
Withered leaves—one—two—and three, from the lofty elder-tree!
Through the calm and frosty air, of this morning bright and fair . . .
—But the kitten, how she starts; Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts!

First at one, and then its fellow, just as light and just as yellow;
There are many now—now one—now they stop and there are none;
What intenseness of desire, in her upward eye of fire!

With a tiger-leap half way, now she meets the coming prey,
Lets it go as fast, and then, has it in her power again:
Now she works with three or four, like an Indian Conjuror;
Quick as he in feats of art, far beyond in joy of heart.



Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, [For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry]
by Christopher Smart from poets.org

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having considered God and himself he will consider his neighbor.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness when God tells him he's a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him, and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.
For the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of the Children of Israel
            from Egypt.
For every family had one cat at least in the bag.
For the English Cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For the dexterity of his defense is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is of the Lord's poor, and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually--Poor Jeoffry!
            poor Jeoffry! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.
For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.
For he is docile and can learn certain things.
For he can sit up with gravity, which is patience upon approbation.
For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.
For he can jump over a stick, which is patience upon proof positive.
For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.
For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.
For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
For the former is afraid of detection.
For the latter refuses the charge.
For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
For he killed the Icneumon rat, very pernicious by land.
For his ears are so acute that they sting again.
For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.
For the electrical fire is the spiritual substance which God sends from heaven to sustain the
            bodies both of man and beast.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For, though he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.
For he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
For he can swim for life.
For he can creep.

What I really want to do is teach writing

What I really want to do is teach writing; not because of the adage, those who can't teach, but because I see all of my five previous rambling and wandering years of seminary leading up to being a guide for people to be more creative, imaginative, and artful in their expressions of what is most vital in their lives. Even my thesis is aimed at liturgists who want to make worship more poetic and engaging. There are two experiences in seminary that stand out as high points of discernment, moments when everything prior to that moment clicked into focus and I said, Yes, this is what I am meant to do. The first was when I led a writing workshop as part of my ministry internship, and the second was when I taught a class on writing liturgy. For both the workshop and the class I followed some of the methods and exercises found in Writing Alone and With Others by Pat Schneider and the results were great. Participants were writing beyond their inhibitions and getting something valuable out of the experience, as far as I could tell. I received very positive feedback from a number of participants. I felt like I had found some magic formula for doing what I loved and having it mean something.

Reflecting later, I thought it would be a good idea to start leading writing workshops locally, but figured I would wait to get actual legitimate training. Pat Schneider began Amherst Writers & Artists to teach her method to workshop leaders who would then teach writing in their communities. This isn't for professors (though I doubt they would be turned away), but for those who want to work in their communities--in homes, jails, community centers--to teach writing to anyone with interest, because, in their estimation, a writer is anyone who writes. The method sets up a nonhierarchical structure in the workshop so that the teacher is on an equal footing with the students, and is a nonthreatening atmosphere so all are free to write and share what they please. A lot of it jives with the theories of William Stafford, who wrote a lot about the practice of teaching writing with a pacifist's outlook on the educational process. And one of the most assuring parts is that people can make a living at this! As I told my wife, if people in Richmond will pay for yoga, chances are good they'll pay for writing classes.

I've decided that I want to apply to the AWA training, but it looks like I need some more experience with the method, plus a serious amount of money, to even get my foot in the door. So if I decide to go ahead with this, I'll hold a few practice workshops this summer, and maybe one or two later this spring. Then if it feels like a good enough fit I'll start a class in the fall, probably free of charge or dirt cheap at first. Then, with some experience I can apply to the training and make a go at teaching writing for a living. We'll see how it goes.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Remember Blogs?

Remember blogs? Those pages on the world wide web you would read for various reasons--to get to know someone better, see sailing pictures, check up on your exes, read those comics the guy doodled next to you in class? To tell you the truth, I almost forgot they existed until recently, when I realized I've been neglecting this space for a while. Let's face it; Facebook has almost killed the personal blog. Let's not let them have the final victory. It's time we indie bloggers took back our own personal corners of the web, put out virtual shingles back out, and give the blogs a little more love. I would hate to see the personal blog go the way of analog tv or the cassette tape, so I'm going to try an experiment. It's nothing formal as of yet, but I'm going to try to start limiting my time on Facebook, and start reading my friends' blogs again. And maybe even leave comments--maybe some of the Facebook experience can rub off and our blogs can become more interactive. I can't make my blog more appealing to anyone just by wishing it were so, but I can invite you to join me in trying out blogs for a while instead of always jumping on Facebook to see what my social circle is up to. I don't just want to know the flavor of your ice cream or what story on some other blog you're reading, but I want to see what your life is actually like by reading your actual words. And I want to blog about it. And I want you to blog about it. If we can remember what blogs are.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Poetry Ebooks in Barnes & Noble Nook Shop

I've been meaning to get my poetry ebook, Poems That Should Never be Bread in Church, in the Barens & Noble Nook Shop for a while, and finally did about a couple weeks ago, along with a single poem , Praying for Touchdown Jesus: A Flarf Poem. Hopefully more will come in the future. For now, enjoy these.

I requested they be free of Digital Rights Management (DRM) software, so theoretically they should work on any device and software that reads epub files, and not only Nooks or other Adobe Digital Editions platforms. If you have trouble opening them, you can open them with a free Nook App for your computer, tablet or phone without making a major investment in a new device.

Poems That Should Never be Read in Church - 19 poems for $3.49
PURCHASE for the Nook  | Available for the Kindle here.


Praying for Touchdown Jesus: A Flarf Poem - 1 poem for $.099



Monday, February 21, 2011

The weekend was a crazy liberal idea!

A few days ago I left a comment on the poster website Political Loudmouth, and today I found my suggestion made into a poster. Here's the image, along with my name credited in the caption.
And here's more crazy liberal ideas!