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The Nativity

November 30, 2010 4 comments

"Angels Appearing to Shepherds"; Rembrandt; WikiCmns

 

Now that Thanksgiving is past and along with it the busiest shopping day of the year, it strikes me as the right moment to reflect a little on the Christmas story.

The story of Jesus’ birth has long been a sore point in the argument between faith and science. Miracles are happening all over the place; three (or is it two?) wise men (or are they fire priests of the Zoroastrian faith?) arrive unannounced and worship the newborn child; and King Herod is frightened enough by the prognostications to order the murder of every infant in Nazareth (a theme played out in many stories circulating at the time, not least the birth of Moses). Who can really believe that the accounts contained in the gospels are anything but invented (if beautiful) stories intended to win over the sympathies of the Jewish people?

On the other hand, there is a curious tenderness to these stories, a voice that appears no where else in the New Testament and which is marked by a concern with astrology characteristic of the ancient Semitic peoples.

& then there is the fact that one of the infancy gospels (an overlooked genre in its own right), the Arabic Infancy Gospel, was written in Aramaic (its title notwithstanding). Here we have one of the grails of modern scholarly research, an extant gospel written in Aramaic!

& then there is the even more remarkable fact that the AIG reports that Zoroaster himself predicted the birth of Jesus (and also adds other interesting details to the Nativity). By the way, just who was Zoroaster? Does anyone really know? That he was the founder of the religion that bears his name is agreed by all, but nothing much else: the date of his life and teaching and the substance of his instruction are uncertain.  Many of the writings attributed to him have disappeared.

But, as important as those questions are, let’s return to the birth. I’m going to propose, tentatively of course, that the materials belonging to the Nativity and Jesus’ childhood comprise a special category of writings, quite ancient and composed in Aramaic. And the reason that they were written (and told) in Aramaic is that they were intended for an audience that had little contact with the outside world & its sophisticated language, Greek: Jewish and Samaritan *women*.

There is a curious lack of men in these materials (especially if we overlook Joseph’s presence–he plays almost no role in the stories). The themes are of particular (one almost might say exclusive) interest to women: childbearing and the rearing of young children. And Jesus is introduced in the most appealing way possible: as an infant.

In short, the Nativity and other infancy materials constitute a Gospel for Women. That they contain a historical layer of fact gathered by and shared among women certainly seems plausible. And other considerations point to historical elements in the Christmas story. But more on that later.  RT

copyright, 2010, the Rag Tree

Tyger, Tyger!

November 29, 2010 5 comments

The Tyger

Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

 

William Blake

illustration src: WikiCommons; artist: Franz Marc

 

 

Bug

November 26, 2010 25 comments

Yellow Mite x 200

 

Bug

!!!

You could be a bug

snug in a rug

dreaming of Li Po

 

–the Rag Tree

!!!

 

 

Photo Src: Wikipedia; Photo: Agricultural Research Service

Seeing Her

November 26, 2010 Leave a comment

A couple of days ago, I came across the photo of an exceptionally lovely young lady on one of the WP blogs and was inspired to write this verse:

Seeing Her

Such perishing beauty!

Would that I were 20 years younger

and clutched a trembling rose

in my hand…

photo: Nino Barbieri, WikiCommons

Brief Escape

November 25, 2010 2 comments

Wertz Dunes, Mars

 

Need to get your mind off too much turkey, the drive back, a looming workday? This photo from Mars Global Surveyor might help.

Photo: JPL/NASA

Habilis

November 24, 2010 8 comments

Habilis

at the bottom of the mind

     lies a stone

a place of earth and rain

       blowing through the

                                        mouth

we lie in a silence

                       not absolute

                      staring, alert

*

     the stone remembers

       the first hand

       the hip smooth

          with its socket, scattering

      our feet across the world.

*

and our hearts knotted,

                                            the nervous

knock-knock, knock-knock of our time

     chipping loose the fragment, the

        thought, razor-edged &

                                           dangerous

*

the stone is rising,  split and veined

       fleshy and not an apple

     involute and not a mind, but many

              wet strokes of thought

              blood in the mouth            & tongue

 

*

              and fire, stonestruck.

 

*

leaf-flakes, handloom, and heddle

     parure of pins & beaded blood—

                      What else? The shining, cut eye.

the Rag Tree

Note: The title refers to H. Habilis, the first ancestor species to exhibit significant brain expansion over the chimpanzee (650 cc. vs. 400 cc. for a chimp). Habilis means “handy,” “dexterous” in Latin.

Image: G. de Mortillet, 1903; src. WikiCommons

Why Poetry?

November 22, 2010 5 comments

What is obvious (especially about poetry) sometimes needs explanation and reflection:

1. Because I need to spend time with someone.

2. Because you need to spend time with someone.

3. Because poetry is love. Both are presence, the willing and joyful passage of time with someone who is special.

4. Because all serious problems in life are problems in poetry. I mean it. Mostly we spend time thinking about problems that can be negotiated: what does the beautiful red hat cost? what do you want to do for thanksgiving? what’s the best kind of work for me? But poetry is about stuff that we care about: our lives, art, beauty, truth. This is the stuff that can’t be negotiated, only experienced.

5. Because what is intimate can only be expressed in poetry. Life can be wonderful; it can be very ugly. Paradoxically, both extremes are hard to share. There’s lot of mediocre love poetry out there; we need a Pablo Neruda to transcribe an ecstatic experience. And of course no one wants to share their pain; ordinarily, this is what drives people away. We need an Aeschylus or a Poe to take us to the roots of horror and pity. Or sometimes, primal scream will do the trick. And always, we have to reveal something about ourselves.

6. Because sometimes we need to remind ourselves what it means to be a person. Poetry is the closest we’re going to get to the whole enchilada: we’re not dealing with a salesperson, the landlord, the boss, or a family member who would rather be somewhere else. We’re dealing with someone who is trying hard to be understood. We’re going to get more than surface or a rerun of something we’re only too familiar with.

7. Because people who live without beauty are ill. Beauty isn’t a luxury; it’s one of the things we are in the world for. People who lack it therefore soon develop symptoms: depression, anxiety, paranoia. Beauty reminds us of that primal truth: life is good. Come to think of it, life is beyond good: we hunger for it.

8. Because people are beautiful. All of us. Look for the spark, the sweetness, always there under the crud.

9. Because reading poetry helps make us our most beautiful selves. It’s all there: experience, knowledge, learning, reflection.

10. Because, like going to the doctor (if he or she is any good), we almost always feel better afterwards. Poetry is life.

Art: Tree of Life, Gustav Klimt; Src: WikiCommons

Luwian & The Book

November 21, 2010 Leave a comment

It turns out that Luwian was an indo-european language spoken by groups of people in southeastern Anatolia during the 1st and 2nd millenia BC. It is now extinct, but was almost certainly the root tongue of Lydian, a language spoken during classical times in the same area, which not suprisingly, came to be known as Lydia (Lydian is also extinct). For those interested in more famous events, it seems possible that Luwian was the language spoken in ancient Troy.

The language was written in Luwian Hieroglyphs, a 500-character system that was used in Hattusas, the Hittite capital.

Now, the reason that I mention something as obscure as Luwian is that I am a bit depressed. And somewhere I read that the best thing to do when you are depressed is learn something new. More often than not, this advice has worked for me.

Why, you might ask, am I depressed? Well, there could be worse reasons: I’ve just completed and am on the verge of publishing a chapbook of poems via Lulu. What started back in 2009 as simple frustration with the fact that I didn’t have anything to carry my poems around in smaller than a binder morphed into a project to publish a humble quick-print shop-produced, paper-bound edition and then, most unexpectedly, transformed itself into a professionally printed and manufactured book that is available worldwide. hmmm…..

i had the same feeling when I finished my 1st draft of the Epic of Gilgamesh, the 500-pound white gorilla sitting in the middle of my writing projects. I finally had it in first draft!

Then the blahs settled in. The Gilgamesh project has been going for more than 10 years, and I had already invested three of them in the effort. Then I got a job with a Big Commute attached; the job has happily faded over the horizon.

Back to more important matters. My chapbook contains a 100+ line extract from tablet 9. The book has been a year in production, mostly because the Gilgamesh extract proved tougher than I expected to put in poetry. then again, all the tablets have been difficult.

i look at Luwian and wonder about the immortality of writing (especially if it’s not officially sanctioned). some ink on a scrap of paper, a few electrons buzzing around in some machine…

then i remember that somebody (and probably more than one of them) has busted his or her butt trying to discover luwian inscriptions and decode them. & look at Gilgamesh, come down to us from the beginnings of history, 5,000 years ago…maybe there is something to the scribble…

The title of my book? Amassunu. It’s available now on Lulu, but I haven’t got the proof copies yet, so caveat emptor! (on the other hand, the softbound edition is available at a 15% discount!) 🙂 I suppose, if you can’t be happy, then at least you can be crassly commercial.

Or then again, maybe the blues have moved on….    RT

P.S. if you visit Lulu, ALL will be revealed concerning my TRUE identity. 😉

P.P.S. my next post will contain a full-blown & shameless appreciation of Amassunu…..

And Last But Not Least: photo src: WikiCommons; Luwian hieroglyph: Enlil2.

Hart Crane

November 20, 2010 Leave a comment

 

Art: Ignasi Estivill, Barcelona

 

At Melville’s Tomb 

Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
The dice of drowned men’s bones he saw bequeath
An embassy.  Their numbers as he watched,
Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured.

And wrecks passed without sound of bells,
The calyx of death’s bounty giving back
A scattered chapter, livid hieroglyph,
The portent wound in corridors of shells.

Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil,
Its lashings charmed and malice reconciled,
Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars;
And silent answers crept across the stars.

Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive
No farther tides . . . High in the azure steeps
Monody shall not wake the mariner.
This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps.

 ◊

Hart Crane (1926)

 

Distances

November 15, 2010 4 comments

yellow arrow=1 light day; red=voyager1; green=pioneer10.

I was a boy when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon; in those days, my most fervent ambition was to become an astronaut. A couple of reality checks later, I’m writing this blog, but have never lost my enthusiasm for the manned exploration of space.

Back in the salad days, I believed we would reach the stars in my lifetime. I’m not so sure of that now, mostly because my understanding of the distances involved has improved considerably.

Let’s start with some numbers.

  • It takes light 1 second to travel just under 300,000 kilometres. Put another way, light travels 186,282 miles in a second. Which in turn means that the average distance between the earth and the moon is 1.3 light-seconds (ls).
  • The average distance between the earth and the sun is known as an astronomical unit (AU). 1 AU = 499 ls.
  • 1 light-day (ld) is the distance light travels in a day–about 16 billion miles. Sedna, a recently discovered trans-Neptune object that is one of the most distant bodies in the solar system, is currently about half an ld away from the sun.
  • 1 light-year (ly) is approximately 6 trillion miles long.

Chew them beans. Now things get more interesting:

  • Voyager 1, the space probe launched by NASA in 1977, is currently the most distant man-made object. It has been traveling for 33 years, and its speed at the moment is 10.5 miles/second. Voyager 1 is not yet 1 ld from the sun (in October 2010, it was 16 light-hours away).
  • At its present speed, it will take Voyager 1 well over 10,000 years to travel 1 ly.
  • The star Alpha Centauri A (ACA) is 4.3 lights years from the sun. If we used a meter stick (about 3 feet long) to represent 1 AU (which is actually 93 million miles across), then, on that scale, ACA would lie 169 miles away from the sun.

 

OK, this post may appear to be off-topic, but the distances of space have long inspired deep emotional response. Like the great distances of time, the universe has always been a topic for poets.

The distances are mind boggling. But still, people are plotting ways to get us across them…   RT

image source: WikiCommons; artist, Paul Stansifers

information source: articles on the light-second, alpha centauri, and interstellar travel on Wikipedia.