Saturday, May 17, 2025

without predicate

That’s what Philo said. God is that which is without predicate.

Mere, or pure, a divine simplicity, undivided —

Nothing comes after. Nothing precedes.

όχι σήμερα*

 Some days

You look out window


At rain

And think, “no, 


Not today*”

last i noticed was seventy years ago

 Felt bad for Celtics. 

Wished Knicks would ease up, substitute out their starters, give bench the cleanup.

Felt like they were kicking downed adversary long after certain defeat, unnecessarily.

But who am I to say?

At 6’2” I was center on my college team. That was over sixty years ago. Didn’t dunk, ran slow, seldom got past mid court after rebound, outlet pass, fast breaking teammates did their magic. We averaged over 100 points a game. Played huge farm kids at junior colleges, incredibly street-athletic prison inmates, desultory seminary scholars in New York (where I had 20 points in first half, then they noticed me and shut me down.).

But that was long ago. I still travel with an under-inflated black basketball from GoodWill behind driver’s seat in pickup truck. It’s not seen a rim yet since moving in with me.

It was 1956-57 and there was Carl Braun, Ritchie Guerin, Willie Naulls, Dick McGuire, and Kenny Sears (the skinny knick). Back then Manhattan was a different country.

Still … Nice to see Bill Bradley in attendance at Madison Square Garden.

Friday, May 16, 2025

language; fate

In prison this morning a conversation on 
Amos Wilder’s words: 
“The language of a people is its fate.”

How will we word our future?
How word our identity?
How word what is true?

not in my neighborhood you wouldn’t

What do Taylor Swift, Bruce Springsteen, and James Comey have in common?

The ire of the man occupying the position of resolute desk sitter on Pennsylvania Avenue.

We are in grammar school.

It is lunchtime.

A sulking self-proclaimed big shot looms over kids at lunch table. 

He is menacing.

Suddenly he realizes something, he recognizes it is his lunch they are eating.

He is despondent.

He calls his mommy and daddy.

He wants them arrested and thrown out of school.

He is every wiseguy bully I’ve ever seen walking streets of Bensonhurst and Bath Beach.

Except -- he is a paper mache mask that hides a toxic visage looking out from deep victimhood.

It doesn’t make him a bad person, only a very sad and lonely person for whom fear is sole asset.

Thursday, May 15, 2025

mirroring reality

 One changes everything

Not two

Everything changes one

vespers

 Day dims

Sitting on porch

Light folds in

movement, not explanation

God doesn’t explain 

God presents


We don’t know what 

To do with God


We don’t know how

To move with God

at end of tether, twisting in wind

The American administration 

hurts the American people -- there’s

something very wrong with this --

but nobody has any idea how to correct

such blatantly fraudulent criminality --

a staggering situation, a terrible reality,

a good time to abjure

cat sits, everything flows

sit zazen with panta rhea

on porch --

nothing to report

quibla

 where do all signs point?

    I know! I know!

  They point to where God is...

    has been, will be

the sound tree will put forth new leaves,

Of course I have complaints about my Catholic ethos, history, and serious ruptures of trust and confidence.

So I read historian Pelikan’s words with curiosity. 

“Tradition is the living faith of the dead, traditionalism is the dead faith of the living. And, I suppose I should add, it is traditionalism that gives tradition such a bad name.”

― Jaroslav Pelikan, The Vindication of Tradition: The 1983 Jefferson Lecture in the Humanities

 Merriam-Webster has it:

tradition, noun

1. a. an inherited, established, or customary pattern of thought, action, or behavior (such as a religious practice or a social custom)
  b a belief or story or a body of beliefs or stories relating to the past that are commonly accepted as historical though not verifiable.   … the bulk of traditions attributed to the Prophet … J. L. Esposito
the handing down of information, beliefs, and customs by word of mouth or by example from one generation to another without written instruction
   3 cultural continuity in social attitudes, customs, and institutions
   4 characteristic manner, method, or style in the best liberal tradition

The Online Etymological Dictionary has it:

tradition(n.) 

 

late 14c., tradicioun, "statement, belief, or practice handed down from generation to generation," especially, in theology, "belief or practice based on Mosaic law," later also of Christian practice, from Old French tradicion "transmission, presentation, handing over" (late 13c.) and directly from Latin traditionem (nominative traditio) "a delivering up, surrender, a handing down, a giving up" (also "a teaching, instruction," and "a saying handed down from former times”).


This is a noun of action from past-participle stem of tradere "deliver, hand over," from trans- "over" (see trans-) + dare "to give" (from PIE root *do- "to give"). Tradition is thus a doublet of treason (q.v.).


The meaning "a long-established custom" is from 1590s. The notion in the word is of customs, ways, beliefs, doctrines and such things "handed down" from ancestors to descendants.


Used by 1718 in reference to the hadiths of Islam and doctrine supposed to have been revealed but not written down. In the fine arts and literature, "the accumulated experience and achievements of previous generations." 

 

What I mean by tradition involves all those habitual actions, habits and customs, from the most significant religious rite to our conventional way of greeting a stranger, which represent the blood kinship of 'the same people living in the same place'. ... We become conscious of these items, or conscious of their importance, usually only after they have begun to fall into desuetude, as we are aware of the leaves of a tree when the autumn wind begins to blow them off—when they have separately ceased to be vital. Energy may be wasted at that point in a frantic endeavour to collect the leaves as they fall and gum them onto the branches: but the sound tree will put forth new leaves, and the dry tree should be put to the axe. [T.S. Eliot, "After Strange Gods"] 

 

The senses of tradition and treason still overlapped as late as 1450s, when tradition could mean "betrayal," and Middle English traditour was "betrayer, traitor." Traditores in early Church history was the (Latin) word for those who during the persecutions surrendered the Scriptures or holy vessels to the authorities, or betrayed brethren. 


 T.S. Eliot’s referencing Matthew 3:10 and Luke 3:9 -- "but the sound tree will put forth new leaves, and the dry tree should be put to the axe” stands out for me.

It is spring. New leaves emerge. 

This is not a repudiation of the past. 

It is the continuity of what has been into what will be.

If I surrender.

As I am wont to do.

Were I willing.

If “I” as separate consideration were to fall away.

Wednesday, May 14, 2025

check them at the door

 Watching congress question administration leaders.

The hostility of the exchanges.

Glad they don’t allow guns to be carried.

Tuesday, May 13, 2025

as moon rises

 When the breeze

Carries no sound

Creator is passing

not another word

I like it that people want to be more mindful

I like it that there is more concern about lies and deception.

I like it that interest in God seems on the rise.


Everyday life is enough for me. Getting up, going to bed

Truth is also interesting, not worrying about bald-faced lies

And God, the unseen sustaining reality, seems unreachable


I’m glad there’s an American/Peruvian, Augustinian pope

I’m sorry Jason Tatum was injured in game four in New York

I’m not a Celtics fan, not for a long time, it’s awkward


I’m unchurched these days, a hermit who stays close at home

I read religion, poetry, philosophy, current political absurdity

finding myself praying and meditating whenever silence calls


I’m sure I’ll be dead soon, it’s just the way things go, we die

I don’t expect to see God, nor heaven, nor hell, nor nothing

A time will come no one will call my name, I’ll not answer 


When spring buds stretch out on mountain, birds come and go

cars pass on Barnestown road, cats and dog snooze and stretch

I’ll not answer because I am gone, no need to say another word

crucify them

 It’s an odd time

I’d rather

We were sane


But, no, we are 

Insane — look

At us, and weep

Monday, May 12, 2025

three, in passing

 1.

I might believe --

it's hard to tell

breath, check

sight, check

words, yes

for now, yes



2.

whenever silence

then God

there, there, there

can you hear

now



3.

before I was

where I now am

I was nowhere

since arriving

here, I am

nowhere else

democracy cannot survive too much ignorance

If we listen carefully, even the dead try to educate us. 

Justice David H. Souter, who died last week at age 85, made few public appearances after he retired from the Supreme Court in 2009. When he did, he stayed away from politics. 

 

But a seemingly bland question from an audience member at a New Hampshire arts center in 2012 provoked an impassioned response from the justice, who was the opposite of excitable. 

 

He said he was worried that public ignorance about how American government works would allow an authoritarian leader to emerge and claim total power. “That is the way democracy dies,” he said. 

 

“An ignorant people can never remain a free people,” the justice said. “Democracy cannot survive too much ignorance.” 

 

Not understanding how power is allocated among the three branches of government, he said, leaves a void that invites a strongman. After a crisis, he said, “one person will come forward and say, ‘Give me total power, and I will solve this problem.’” 

 

That was four years before Donald J. Trump, as he accepted the Republican presidential nomination for the first time, said something strikingly similar: “Nobody knows the system better than me, which is why I alone 

can fix it.”

 

There is no reason to think Justice Souter had Mr. Trump in mind when he spoke. Among the things the justice did not pay attention to were New York real estate and reality television.

(--in, A Warning From Justice Souter: Democracy Is in Peril, NYT, 12may25)

It might be too late.

I understand that possibility.

But if I drown in the horrifying swell of disingenuous and deceptive churning waters, I prefer to go down well-informed and non-delusional.

Would that my country would attend the wisdom of thoughtful men and women such as the recently departed Justice.

apparently distinct singularities

Interesting reading. 

Introduction: Christianity as Physics

THE LATEST OBSERVATIONS OF THE COSMIC BACKGROUND radiation show that the universe began 13.7 billion years ago at the Singularity. Stephen Hawking proved mathematically that the Singularity is not in time or in space, but outside both. In other words, the Singularity is transcendent to space and time. According to the theologian Thomas Aquinas, “God created the Universe” means simply that all causal chains begin in God. God is the Uncaused Cause. In physics, all causal chains begin in the Singularity. The Singularity itself has no cause. For a thousand years and more, Christian theologians have asserted that there is one and only one “achieved” (actually existing) infinity, and that infinity is God. The Cosmological Singularity is an achieved infinity.  

The Cosmological Singularity is God.

“But,” the average person may protest, “the ‘Cosmological Singularity’ is not my idea of God. I picture God as a kindly, white-haired old man, loving but with immense power. The ‘Cosmological Singularity’ (whatever that is) is too abstract, too intellectual to be my God, the God I pray to every night. It sounds like some crazy idea some physicist would dream up. It’s definitely not the God of Judaism or Christianity.” 

 

Not so. The Cosmological Singularity is the Judeo-Christian God. Think of it this way. Everybody knows that when you flip a light switch, the light goes on because an electrical current flows in the wires in the walls. Everybody also knows that electrons carry the electric charge whose motion makes the electric current. I invite you to imagine an “electron”—you must have some image of an electron, since you use the word. 

 

Now let me ask you: when you imagined an “electron,” did you imagine an excitation of a quantized, relativistic fermion field, part of an electroweak doublet? Unless you are a professional physicist, I know you didn’t. You probably imagined a little ball of some sort. Such an image is good for some purposes, even in physics. One can compute a fairly accurate value for the “drift velocity” of the electrons through the wire using the “little ball” image of the electron. But did you know that the electrons which carry the current in the wire are at a temperature of 80,000 degrees Celsius (140,000 degrees Fahrenheit)?1 You might wonder, If the conduction electrons are at that high a temperature, why don’t they melt the wires? Why don’t they start a fire and burn the house down? The reason is that the conduction electrons can’t give up their high-temperature energy to the wires. But to understand why the electrons can’t give up their energy, one has to go beyond the “little ball” image of the electron. (One has to think “quantized fermion.”) 

 

Similarly, everyone has an image of “God,” but to really understand what God really is and how He could interact with the universe, one must use a theory beyond everyday commonsense physics. Contrary to what many physicists have claimed in the popular press, we have had a Theory of Everything for about thirty years. Most physicists dislike this Theory of Everything because it requires the universe to begin in a singularity. That is, they dislike it because the theory is consistent only if God exists, and most contemporary scientists are atheists. They don’t want God to exist, and if keeping God out of science requires rejecting physical laws, well, so be it. 

 

My approach to reality is different. I believe that we have to accept the implications of physical law, whatever these implications are. If they imply the existence of God, well then, God exists.

We can also use the physical laws to tell us what the Cosmological Singularity—God—is like. The laws of physics tell us that our universe began in an initial singularity, and it will end in a final singularity. The laws also tell us that ours is but one of an infinite number of universes, all of which begin and end in a singularity. If we look carefully at the collection of all the universes—this collection is called the multiverse— we see that there is a third singularity, at which the multiverse began. But physics shows us that these three apparently distinct singularities are actually one singularity. The Three are One.

(--in, The Physics of ChristianityAuthor: Frank J. Tipler)  

In prison today, considering love. Song came to mind, “You Make Me Feel Brand New.” Conversation about the layers of etymology and hierophany. How even the most secular and plebeian songs have in their hidden dna an aliveness that ascends into the sacred realm no matter how they began.

How Neil Douglas-Klotz spoke of every syllable as a living being.

One man had just graduated from UMA with a degree in music. Another man, a follower of the Nation of Islam, saying that love is the very air we breathe. A round-table of musing aloud.

Amusing ourselves with good conversation.

Sunday, May 11, 2025

a time to choose

 Politics is the plaything of poseurs

Doing the right thing is real life

We make a choice —

To be real, or political

mit, avec, con, με

 In the beginning

Was the mother

And the mother was


With God

And the mother

Was . . .


No, that’s not it


In the beginning

Was nothing other

Than itself


And this nothing

Was with

God . . .


“With”

Is what

God is


Whatever is with

Is what 

mothers God


Soon, perhaps

Soon God will

Mother us


As we

Mother

God


Yes, that’s it


Without 

Undue

Time lapse 


Mother

Will be seen

As is


That 

Which is

With


Yes

That’s it . . .

With


God be-with

Mother be-with

You


As you are

With-in

(Itself)

silentio

 Just keeping 

the possibility 


in mind that there is 

some presence of what is 


called God extant and 

vital in the world —


is serious consideration 

worth attention


Perhaps In silence…

 A possibility


There’s not yet

enough 


silence