Saturday, April 04, 2026

a motel balcony in memphis

 that morning

rev. king was shot


sorrow dripped like rain

anger rose like flame


58 years later

both still fall and rise


we are human, we 

are born and we die


no one seems to care

Christ is again and again


killed

dead

calling through silence

Ce qui est appelé, c'est la pensée;

la pensée est ce qui est appelé.

(What-is called is thinking;

thinking is what-is called.)

           —wfh

 

This core of emptiness. 

He knew it.

It descended through him.

He was no longer what he thought he was.

"What is happening? Today there is a great silence over the earth, a great silence, and stillness, a great silence because the King sleeps; the earth was in terror and was still, because God slept in the flesh and raised up those who were sleeping from the ages. God has died in the flesh, and the underworld has trembled.

Truly he goes to seek out our first parent like a lost sheep; he wishes to visit those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death. He goes to free the prisoner Adam and his fellow-prisoner Eve from their pains, he who is God, and Adam's son.

The Lord goes in to them holding his victorious weapon, his cross. When Adam, the first created man, sees him, he strikes his breast in terror and calls out to all: 'My Lord be with you all.' And Christ in reply says to Adam: ‘And with your spirit.’ And grasping his hand he raises him up, saying: ‘Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give you light.

‘I am your God, who for your sake became your son, who for you and your descendants now speak and command with authority those in prison: Come forth, and those in darkness: Have light, and those who sleep: Rise.

‘I command you: Awake, sleeper, I have not made you to be held a prisoner in the underworld. Arise from the dead; I am the life of the dead. Arise, O man, work of my hands, arise, you who were fashioned in my image. Rise, let us go hence; for you in me and I in you, together we are one undivided person.

‘For you, I your God became your son; for you, I the Master took on your form; that of slave; for you, I who am above the heavens came on earth and under the earth; for you, man, I became as a man without help, free among the dead; for you, who left a garden, I was handed over to Jews from a garden and crucified in a garden.

‘Look at the spittle on my face, which I received because of you, in order to restore you to that first divine inbreathing at creation. See the blows on my cheeks, which I accepted in order to refashion your distorted form to my own image.

'See the scourging of my back, which I accepted in order to disperse the load of your sins which was laid upon your back. See my hands nailed to the tree for a good purpose, for you, who stretched out your hand to the tree for an evil one.

`I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side, for you, who slept in paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side healed the pain of your side; my sleep will release you from your sleep in Hades; my sword has checked the sword which was turned against you.

‘But arise, let us go hence. The enemy brought you out of the land of paradise; I will reinstate you, no longer in paradise, but on the throne of heaven. I denied you the tree of life, which was a figure, but now I myself am united to you, I who am life. I posted the cherubim to guard you as they would slaves; now I make the cherubim worship you as they would God.

"The cherubim throne has been prepared, the bearers are ready and waiting, the bridal chamber is in order, the food is provided, the everlasting houses and rooms are in readiness; the treasures of good things have been opened; the kingdom of heaven has been prepared before the ages."

(—A reading from an ancient homily for Holy Saturday)

. . .   . . .   . . . 

The core of care. 

He knew nothing.

It arose through him.

What-is-called . . . .is thinking. 


Ce qui est appelé, c'est la pensée ;

la pensée est ce qui est appelé.


A yawning departure arriving through and with . . . each realization . . . of . . . now.

. . .    . . .    . . . 

Cf. https://www.vatican.va/spirit/documents/spirit_20010414_omelia-sabato-santo_en.html

Cf. https://interruptingthesilence.com/2011/04/23/a-reflection-on-holy-saturday-matthew-2757-66/

pourquoi pas

 You died

       I don’t know why


You don’t

       I don’t know why


But you’re the one

       Maybe, still, I don’t know why 

wait another day

 It’s dark in here

       Where are you?


I don’t know

       Of course it is

Friday, April 03, 2026

you don’t say

 Think for yourself

       But there is no self

Try not to think about it

oblivious bitterness

Like two teenagers in a High School cafeteria, these two are playing at something far beyond their abilities and intelligence. What they are is ruthless and oblivious and in charge.

Trump and Hegseth have been on a clear mission to politicize the U.S. military, and to turn it into an armed extension of the MAGA movement. Hegseth regularly proselytizes, both for Trump and for his right-wing evangelical beliefs, from the Pentagon podium. He has intervened in Army promotions, recently culling four colonels—two Black men and two women—from the list for advancement to brigadier general. (This may be the tip of the iceberg: NBC is now reporting that Hegseth has also canceled the promotions, across multiple services, of at least a dozen minority and female officers.) When two Army helicopters buzzed a political rally and then flew to MAGA favorite Kid Rock’s house, Hegseth short-circuited the Army’s suspension of the pilots and squashed an investigation into their actions. Following the best American civil-military traditions, George and other senior military leaders have been remarkably disciplined in keeping their thoughts out of the public eye. 

 

Of course, the tone at the Pentagon was set by the commander in chief. Last June, Trump spoke at Fort Bragg, where he tried to turn his appearance into a political rally. Again, George (and Driscoll) said nothing, at least in public, about this shocking violation of civil-military norms. Trump, after all, is the commander in chief, and his behavior can be curtailed only by the Senate or the American people. 

 

Even in less dangerous times, the public would still have a right to answers about such an unprecedented purge of the senior U.S. military ranks. These officers are all people with long and distinguished records of service; none of them has been charged with any wrongdoing, and none of them has been accused of any kind of incompetence or disloyalty. They all seem to have committed only the offense of being part of a military institution that Hegseth—who still harbors obvious bitterness about his undistinguished and ultimately shortened military career—wants to restock with MAGA loyalists. 

 

(--from, "Hegseth’s War on America’s Military, " Someone needs to explain the Pentagon purges to the American people,.by Tom Nichols, April 2, 2026,  The Atlantic

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/2026/04/hegseths-war-on-americas-military/686676/ 

Meanwhile, some two thousand plus years ago, a man who did care, who did comfort, who did understand the shape and meaning of things, is being killed by folks like the above two because they could, because they think they are clever, because the moral compass of their hearts and psyches are badly broken and beyond repair.

Some things don't change. 

maybe a little place in cape breton

 Pope says

God don’t

aim missiles 

for you


US war department

says we got Vance

brand new catholic

don’t need no Vatican


meanwhile, God, sits

in mauve recliner

sipping coffee, wondering

about his retirement

monastic nuns at neumz, lamentations, from another time

2. ALEPH. 

Me minávit, et addúxit in ténebras,

            He has driven me and led me into darkness, 

et non in lucem.

                 and not into light.

3. Aleph.


3. ALEPH. 

Tantum in me vértit,

            Against me only, he has turned 

et convértit manum suam tota die.

            and turned again his hand, all day long.

4.Beth.


4. BETH. 

Vetústam fecit pellem meam, et carnem meam,

            My skin and my flesh, he has made old; 

contrívit ossa mea.

            he has crushed my bones.

5. Beth.


5. BETH. 

Ædificávit in gyro meo,

            He has built all around me, 

et circúmdedit me felle et labóre.

            and he has encircled me with gall and hardship.

6. Beth.


6. BETH. 

In tenebrósis collocávit me,

            He has gathered me into darkness, 

quasi mórtuos sempitérnos.

            like those who are forever dead.

7. Ghimel.


7. GHIMEL. 

Circumædificávit advérsum me, ut non egrédiar:

            He has built against me all around, so that I may not depart. 

aggravávit cómpedem meum.

            He has increased the burden of my confinement.

8. Ghimel.


8. GHIMEL. 

Sed et, cum clamávero et rogávero,

            Yet even when I cry out and beg, 

exclúsit oratiónem meam.

            he excludes my prayer.

9. Ghimel.


9. GHIMEL. 

Conclúsit vias meas lapídibus quadris,

            He has enclosed my ways with square stones; 

sémitas meas subvértit.

            he has subverted my paths.



Jerúsalem, Jerúsalem,             

                    Jerusalem! Jerusalem! 


convértere ad Dóminum Deum tuum.

            Return to the Lord your God.


https://app.neumz.com/listen/matutinum-lectio-3-mat-fer-6-in-morte-domini/03-04-2026

lamed, mem, nun, . . . ghimel

 Face it

The execution

Will not

Be put off


Everyday

Someone practices

Falling into

Human diffidence


I listen to French nuns

Chant Jeremiah”s

Lamentations

Listen to rain dripping


Death, anyone’s,

Puts me in mind of

Broken pottery, of

Clay returning to earth

in the night office

 I listen for

The Lamentations

Of Jeremiah


The familiarity

Of them

Over the years

Thursday, April 02, 2026

insert into orations

bread

some tonic


I pray evil

collapses 


the vile 

should not prosper


the humble

should find way


to thrive in

their place


let us be

happy with kindness


and safe from

hateful men


and women

so obviously


mean and cruel

deluded and oblivious

aspettare, no, not yet, no saying amen, shalom, shanti, pax

 I know I know I know

religions, like people, 

have their awful times

both from them 

and to them


still, like the guy

who loves his family

who helps neighbors

one day shoots up

school, church, synagogue


he goes off, crazy with idea

these all must suffer and die

then turns gun to his head

ending the fixation, ending 

what he thought was necessary


that's the way we are

we say we worship God

then turn God into an imbecile

who smites and smotes, inspires

crusades and bombs whole villages


It's weeks like these, Ramadan ends, 


Passover tables set, Holy Week services


performed with appropriate reverence


that the discordant schizophrenic sounds


of mashugana and pazzo/pazza (crazy) 




matto/matta (mad/insane) intersect


sound of birdsong and car wheels to


make me a befuddled mess thinking there is 


any sane solution to either religion or


human mind in this one unfathomable world

double slit experience

 (For my niece at 60)

 

There,

Right there


Can you hear

Birds sing?


Listen,

Listen closely


They are singing

Dawn and joy


Though

Window


Every particle

Of me waves

as we were meant to be

 Last night was different from any other night. The emperor refuses to let America go. He strangles throats with lies. He holds gun to back of head of those seeking refuge from him.

His purple perplexity untied.

His red maga crown.

His calling America

and its people “stupid.”

Let us go.

Let’s go.

We were born to go.

I’m gone.

Gone.

For good.

and nothing (else) followed

 And god said

To me “you cannot

Understand my ways”


And I said to god

“No, I can’t,

I really can’t”


And god said to me

“Do you want to?”and I 

said “no, no I don’t”


And god was silent.

And so was I. And that 

was that, that’s all there was

the sadness of middle-east sagas

 It’s no longer

today, it’s

tomorrow


don’t look back

the past is

too painful


today is

tomorrow’s

yesterday


please, consider

carefully, you are

creating history

Wednesday, April 01, 2026

אני אעבור, תודה...i'll pass, thank you

Freeing slaves and captive people is good.

Hard to feel good about all firstborn being slaughtered.  

 At the stroke of midnight of 15 Nissan in the year 2448 from creation (1313 BCE), G‑d visited the last of the ten plagues on the Egyptians, killing all their firstborn. While doing so, G‑d spared the children of Israel, “passing over” their homes—hence the name of the holiday. Pharaoh’s resistance was broken, and he virtually chased his former slaves out of the land. The Israelites left in such a hurry, in fact, that the bread they baked as provisions for the way did not have time to rise. Six hundred thousand adult males, plus many more women and children, left Egypt on that day and began the trek to Mount Sinai and their birth as G‑d’s chosen people. 

(--from "What Is Passover (Pesach)?”  Passover 2026 will be celebrated from April 1-9,)   https://www.chabad.org/holidays/passover/pesach_cdo/aid/871715/jewish/What-Is-Passover-Pesach.htm 

I’m glad we don’t massacre children any more.

I trust the historical offspring of that ancestry in Israel would never play G-d and murder any struggling peoples, especially the innocent and the oppressed in any middle-east land. 

Some stories should never be re-played or repeated.

Ask Gaza.

Ask Iran.

Ask Lebanon.

Ask yourself what is our notion of G-d that we should cheer such tragedy?

What would I choose?

goodbye and good luck

 Thank God

war with Iran

is over


nobody won

America lost

it’s over


I await the

losing president

ushered out door

another day old

 attend Friends’ sitting

with Panta the cat


then hear this song

and suspect what it suggests

what you do in your backyard sometimes stays in your backyard

Terrific and frustrating story, interesting man, hard tellin’.

The Island Rover (Harold's Boat Problem) || Feature Documentary

Might be one of the few men of his political persuasion I feel sympathetic to -- his cranky but good creative soul.

matutinum

This simulacrum loft in France

Matins, organ baseline, night

Dwelling Christ unknowing

Tuesday, March 31, 2026

aspire to be, born, at least, once

Om 

    mane 

        padre hum



Behold 

    the jewel     

        in the lotus



Behold 

    what is 

        within without



Behold that 

    which is Christ 

        within what is here.

works and words are windows on something that remains somehow unspeakable

At times the Christian metaphor feels like, in Weil's words, affliction and humiliation. 

There's so much I do not understand. 

INTRODUCTION 

 

“Kenosis” refers to a way of entering the mystery of Christ that is

anchored into a contemplation of the descending movement leading

from God’s glory to Jesus’ coming into the world, then from Incarnation

to the death on a cross, and from the Cross to the depths of the

underworld. The text of reference is of course a passage of the letter to

the Philippians that has become central to all Christological exegeses

(Phil 2: 7-11). Commentators of the Pauline writings have often noted

that this text does not stand as a mere theological proclamation but

comes after an exhortation to show to each other “the feelings that were

in Christ Jesus”: “Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in

Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not

regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself,

taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of

men.”(Phil. 2:4-7) In other words, Kenosis, before being constructed as

a concept, is first a lived experience the one of feeling and sharing the

humility of Christ. Some artistic masterworks express in a special way

such lived spiritual experience. The “Mass in B moll” of J.S. Bach

comes to mind, with the melodic and rhythmic continuity which links

into one and the same piece the “Et incarnatus” and the “Crucifxus.” The

“last breath” on which the “Crucifixus” finishes is followed—in one of

the most startling contrasts offered by music—by the vital dynamics of

the “Et resurrexit.” This part of the “Credo” of Bach’s Mass can

certainly be read as a musical meditation on the Kenosis Hymn.

 ...   ...   ...

CONCLUSION 

 

Simone Weil’s thinking on affliction (malheur) cannot be

separated from her stress on humiliation. Particularly noteworthy is her

often-repeated assertion that the experience of humiliation is associated

with the enactment of truth—only those people who are being forcibly

deprived of human dignity are capable of telling the truth, for only they

understand both the roots of human condition and the mechanisms on

which social reality relies for its existence. Weil is certainly one of the

thinkers who has renewed the understanding of the lived experience of

kenosis, and this is certainly through endeavors similar to hers that we

can integrate the lived experience of individuals and communities into

the Christology found in the Philippians, giving it new meaning for our

time.

The works of Chinese artists as well as the stories told by Chinese

Christians are all part of such Christological deepening. By essence,

these works and stories cannot be fully articulated, narrated and

analyzed: they keep open within themselves the wound, the Void that

the experience of affliction and humiliation digs into the one subjected 

 

26 See notably ibid., pp. 124sq.

27 Ibid., p. 168.

28 Ibid.

29 Ibid., p. 209.Humility and Humiliation in Modern Chinese Painting 101 

 

to it. Works and words are windows on something that remains

somehow unspeakable. The fragments of testimonies emerging from

such kenotic experiences are made much more precious when one

realizes the depths from which, against all odds, they have been

eventually uttered. 

 

School of Philosophy

Fudan University

Shanghai, China 

 

CHAPTER V

HUMILITY AND HUMILIATION: KENOTIC EXPERIENCE IN MODERN CHINESE PAINTING,

AND IN THE HISTORICAL EXPERIENCE OF CHINESE CHRISTIANS

BENOIT VERMANDER, SJ

in Chinese Spirituality & Christian Communities

A Kenotic Perspective

Chinese Philosophical Studies, XXXI

Christian Philosophical Studies, XVII

Edited by

Vincent Shen 2015, https://www.crvp.org/publications/Series-VIII/17-Disjunctions-shen.pdf

Self-emptying, words easily pronounced, nevertheless remain unspeakable across the millennia from old villages in what has come to be called 'the holy land.'

Could it have been that this one man contained all of existence in his being? Emptied it. Then found a way to resurrect, rehabilitate, reincarnate into a new essence of what it means to-be-here?