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Hello dear friends. I just got done eating an entire box of Kraft Mac and Cheese so before the carb-atonic
coma kicks in, I thought I’d write about the recent resignation slip handed in by Establishment Faith groups and the new day for Progressive Faith models.

As a Californian, I of course have been watching the Prop 8 develop like a “too much peppers” poop:
Something was afoot-a rumbling in some folks’ tummies. Out they pooped upon the landscape and now we’re dealing with the fallout. However-like any home clearing bowel movement, its acted as a clarion call to open a window.

Out of the shadows steps people of faith that are relevant, American ideal adhering, and on the side of history.

Firstly: When we’ve got people killing themselves in their foreclosed homes and nearly 10% unemployment and faith groups spending millions of dollars and millions of hours of effort to create an environment of inequality for a minority population, those faith groups have jumped the shark into abysmal irrelevance. This is essentially an act of handing over any right to speak “prophetically to the nation(s).” Arguably, the ‘prophetic’ is about misplaced values (idolatry) and injustice. I think that while people go hungry and there’s two wars going on, an argument over sematics and “definitions” is one way for any faith movement to sign up for the “misplaced concern” hall of fame.
Winner: Emerging progressive faith communities. Loser: Old Time Religion

Secondly: I’m confused about people who haven’t got the whole “Under God With Liberty And Justice For All” thing. Look-we’re in a racist and unfair country. We’ve got to get our shit together and start looking into systematic racism and the war on poor people we’re waging. We’ve got to find a way to educate our urban children, protect our workers migrant or not with the dignity due to human beings. This is the work of justice. And when a buncha “faithful” people rally around taking away the fully inclusive rights of some and neglect the basic tenets of the Constitution, its hard to gain momentum on the other justice issues too. America’s greatest ideals are about creating a safehaven in the world where everyone gets a fair shake. It has not always lived up to that promise. We have moved towards that goal-and we have been opposed in this goal by some faith groups every step of the way. (I say some. Progressive faiths have always been a part of the solution too. I know this.) The American constitution always historically wins out. I hate to say it, but for those folks who voted for Proposition 8 in California: Your faith’s cultural and spiritual vigor has been depleted and you just haven’t got what America is about yet. Look-people’s inherent constitutionally (and “god given” meaning essential and irrevocable) granted rights are not up for a vote. That’s why there’s a constitution to protect us all from a tyranny of the majority. Regardless of whatever your faith tells you about society being built upon the foundation of hetero-only families, what our society is founded upon is equal rights under law (and that whole life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness stuff too).

Lastly, our nation’s and our world’s young people are on to you. You see, there’s this thing called the Internet SupernetInfo Byway Overpass Web and it’s made the world a San Francisco. No, not in that all the world has really beautiful weather, environmentally friendly and forward thinking business, great coffee, and super mass transit: all the world is a major global port. Only Duluth Minnesota is now a global port of information. And the fear tactics of Old Time Religion is based on a lack of information. Kids are told about Leviticus and they go click on “Hermeneutics” and “Biblical Scholarship” and can figure out pretty quick the same thing that Progressive faiths have been saying for the last 300 years. Information is fluid and relationships are expanding. Guess what happens when one is related to others and isn’t misinformed about them? They begin to foster compassion, understanding, love, intimacy, vulnerability, mutual goals, community, etc. etc.

Prop 8 had its winners and its losers and Old Time Religion is on the ropes.
We can see how the voting has changed in this country over the years.
I’ve spoken with elementary school kids in the Valley who proudly share that their
beloved teacher is a lesbian.
We’ve got kids who know that global warming is real and that we can decide to make the environment for poor people in LA, Asia, Africa, Richmond, Detroit better or worse depending on our ethics and actions.
We know that we can achieve peace through non-violent means and that through solidarity and unity we can do anything as a nation or as a people.

Thank God for the Progressive Faith witness to lead the charge in justive, love, relevance, and real results for a better world. To all you Pagans, Muslims, Sikhs, Sufis, Hindis, Witches, Christians, Atheists, Jews, and other people of faith who are going the good work of justice for all-keep it up. You’ve got one Catholic in L.A. who’s just ate 2,800 calories of Mac and Cheese behind you.

And now its time for a nap.

Hot damn do I love a challenge.
Life the last 75 years has been so boring.
I’ve seen a man walk on the moon. Wow. Big deal.
No one likes a braggart or vacation photos, so that news cycle sucked.
I saw the end of WWII which was good for Europe, but really sucked
for me as I had to come back home and look for a job.
But things have finally got interesting around here.
Here comes the Greater Depression!
Yeeeeehaw! Bring it on.
I’ve got my brand new dentures (bought on credit) and I’m ready to
bite into (figuratively) what is to be the world first global economic collapse (literally).
So to help all you young whipper snappers out there (some of whom actually
snap whips, I’ve been surprised to find out on YouPorn.com) get a handle on
how to not only survive….but survive with your children uneaten by roving bands
of hungry Midwesterners.

Let’s first clear one thing out of the way: drippings burnt onto the bottom of your rich cousin’s oven are delicious, savory, and often nutritious depending on the grade of salt pork he stole from the back of a van.

Now, we all know that education is expensive. Even when I was a youngin’ we were expected to bring acorns to the school house for roastin’ and an apple to give to the playground attentant/milking goat Boots. That got pricey! And goats are irritable!
So if you plan on sending your children to college-I’ve got a couple of surefire tips.
Move to India. Give your child to someone in one of them good castes.
Believe me, I’ve given some kids to castes that in retrospect were not good choices. But
my biological son Mrbuti says he’ll forgive me in a couple of lifetimes.

Now, let’s talk about penny pinching in the sex department.
I’ve been to one of these here, whatya call ‘em, “stores” (we only had family owned corner markets around when I was young) and I come to find condoms cost like 5 bucks for a little box with only a couple of rubbers in there! Believe me, I’ve humped some pretty weird things out there-I was a Army Private for 13 years, I was a prisoner in the Federal Penal System for 9, and I lived in Houston for 3 months for Chrissakes. I’ve seen it all. And…..I don’t know where I was going with this but the point is condoms are expensive so do the “pull out method”. It keeps pregnancies down to a level that is pretty acceptable and I don’t believe in STD’s so there.

There is a bright side to any Depression.
When my second wife Elsa got depressed, she’d buy me Gin and Tonics all day long just to keep her company.
This Depression will be no different. There will be a lot more parties. Drinkin’, druggin’, sleepin’ around. It’ll be like a Lew Stevell and His Home-Cookin’ Bluegrass Band concert!!
(I was at their 1925 Cleveland show during their ‘Man Ain’t Meant To Fly’ tour. That was a GREAT show. Too bad their band train derailed the next day, killing all fourteen band members and critically injuring their milking goat.)
So anyway. The last Great Depression was a hoot and this present Greater Depression will
give us all a lot of fun memories. So drink up and make the best of it!!

Horm McGivern
Editor’s Note:
This blog was transcribed from the scribbles Horm made in his porridge by his
great great grandson Ryan. Tragically, later that morning, Horm died from Syphilis.

Our crack squad of journalists and phone tappers at Mindflowers have got our America-lovin’ paws on our two most favoritist political powerhouses: Sarah Palin and Joe the Plumber.

Joe the Plumber: Uhhh, hello?
Sarah: Hiya Joe.
Joe: Yes, how can I help you?
Sarah: Joe-this is Sarah, doncha know.
Joe: Oh shit! What are you wearing?
Sarah: Joe! (laughs) Well, a powersuit. A nice little number that cost me eight grand.
Joe: Hoooooweeeeeee!
Sarah: Joe. Look I’m calling about business.
Joe: Oh! You got another clogged up toilet over there?
Sarah: No, its not that. Y’see Joe, I need some more talking points.
Joe: Sarcasm. That always works.
Sarah: Well, yeah! Duh. But I need you to tell me the words to say in a sarcastic tone.
Joe: How ’bout……..Socialist!
Sarah: Good! That’s good….. Who’s a socialist?
Joe: Barack Obama!
Sarah: Ohhhhh. That’s good. That’s really good……What’s a socialist?
Joe: You know. Uh. Like France and stuff. Not America.
Sarah: Yeah. Socialism is pretty un-American isn’t it?
Joe: You bet.
Sarah: You betcha.
Joe: How’s the campaign coming?
Sarah: Great!
Joe: Really?
Sarah: No. It sucks frankly. I was being sarcastic.
Joe: I can never tell. Everything kinda sounds at least a little sarcastic when you say it.
Sarah: Listen. Joe-so you’re a plumber right?
Joe: Yes.
Sarah: What do you know about politics? I mean, you must have been around politicians in your time.
Joe: Well, I once unclogged a sink stopped up with vomit and cat food in the trailer home of some crazy ass who was listening to AM talk radio. And I think she was a Representative in Minnesota.
Sarah: That works. What’d ya find out?
Joe: Well. Some Americans aren’t American.
Sarah: I’ve never said this before but…I don’t know what that means.
Joe: Some Americans are Anti-America. What was that lady’s name? She had the eyes of a madman-vacant and cold…Michelle Bachmann. That was her name. She smelled like old people and had four bibles in her living room and she’d written on the wall “get out of my head, voices!” in her own feces.

Sarah: Mmm. Alaskan you say?
Joe: No. Minnesotan. Anyway. Like I says…Some Americans are Anti-America.
Sarah: Like when they complain about what’s going on in America. Like Martin Luther King.
Joe: I guess.
Sarah: Like Women’s Suffrage.
Joe: Yeah.
Sarah: I hate trouble-making America-haters.
Joe: Exactly. So do other old white people.
Sarah: Aha! I’ve got my next interview all set now. Thanks Joe.
Joe: That’s what I do. I fix toilets and inspire our nation’s top intellectuals.
Sarah: Oh, and by the way. I think I will need you for something else……
Joe: Oh, baby!
Sarah: No. I mean I just clogged the toilet.
Joe: Again?
Sarah: Its this new ‘Extra Absorbant’ Charmin! Its like trying to flush bedsheets!
Joe: I’ll be over as soon as I finish my edit on Sean Hannity’s opening piece for tonight.

 

If you would like Sarah Palin, Joe the Plumber, or John McCain to brighten your workday, 
email us (or leave as a comment) your office work number (or the number of your Republican co-worker) and get ready for your brush with greatness!

Ryan McGivern
we’ll call you within 4 work days up to the Nov. 4th election.

Dr. McCain: What’s all that rootin’ tootin’ noise down there?
Igor Palin: Nuthin’.
Dr. McCain: I just heard an explosion and a scream of terror.
Igor Palin: Uhhhh.

(Just then, a giant monster comprised of the reanimated bodies of a million stinking
corpses bursts through the laboratory walls of the castle.)

Dr. McCain: My Monster! Its…..so murderous and huge! Have you been feeding it, Igor?
Igor Palin: I’ll have to get back to you on that.
Dr. McCain: Monster! Listen to me. Hearken unto me!

(Monster smashes down a forest screaming “these trees are arab” and “oaks are terrorists”)
Dr. McCain: That forest is an upstanding forest!
Igor Palin: (whispering to the Monster) Maple? I don’t know about that. I just can’t trust them.
Monster: Raaaaar!
Dr. McCain: Now, let’s raze this forest in a thoughtful way! We’ll put up an oil well or something! Nooooo!!

(Monster looks with disdain at its tiny master and then eats him.)

Igor Palin: Well, all the more room in the castle for me.

Epilogue: Igor and Monster settle down together in an apocalyptic wasteland of their making.

Bill Maher has said that his goal for Religulous is to make people laugh.
And that it does.
I saw it opening weekend along with other Maher faithful who lined up the sidewalk to see the Larry Charles (of Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Borat) directed film, and we were not disappointed.
The film mustn’t be mistaken as a “no holds barred” critical analysis of religion. It isn’t. It is however a send up of fundamentalist religion in its many guises.

Fundamentalist faith is a easy target, we’ve all got to admit. The affiable Maher seems at ease in his role as the Eternal Skeptic and he makes his comedic interviews look easy because let’s face it: its easy.

But the film is bookended by matters more serious than the common South Park faire: Armeggedon.
Here Maher stands at Meggido, the titular site of the End of Days showdown where Jesus is said in Revelation to open some serious Whoop-Ass cans. The only thing more frightening, says Maher, than apocalyptic prophecies are self fulfilling apocalyptic prophecies. He then points to the necro-fetishism of Fundamentalist religion-the hatred and bigotry it fosters, the lack of environmental concern, the eager willingness to push the world towards final cataclysm as the greatest threat to humanity.

This did not have us laughing. Here I heard sighs, gasps. With a backdrop of images none too subtle, including 9/11, nuclear mushrooms, and belching smokestacks, Maher ends the film with a not too agnostic sounding challenge: “Grow up or perish.”

This is a sentiment that many social critics and theologians are airing recently. Our world is too small and fragile; our societies too vulnerable to messages of absolutism to condone the worldviews that got us where we are today.

And like some other voices critical to fundamentalisms, he implores the open-minded or secularized religious to come out of their traditions-their support only implicitly giving credibility to the extremists of their faith.

I liked this film. But I’m not sure if I completely I buy Maher’s thesis.
I do agree that fundamental religion is a great threat to our world-but it’s posed as ‘Religion’ often in the film-not fundamentalism. Maher and Charles could have strengthened their argument if they had separated faithful people who work for the betterment of the world from those who are antagonistic towards justice, love, and understanding.

The next morning after seeing the film, I went to a local church to check it out. What I found there would have been interesting to get Maher’s response on. Without naming its denomination, I will say that it is an ‘open and affirming’ Christian denomination that celebrates the LGBTQ community and individuals. The congregation was outspoken in their desire to be radically inclusive to all people and sought to build bridges among cultures and communities with mutual respect. The pastor referenced St. Francis, the Jewish Days of Awe, Jesus, Lesbian activist and feminist Del Martin as sources of spiritual strength and inspiration. He read Jesus’ words of comfort to those who mourned while adding that the Bible was only one source of spiritual truth among many.
Was this the religion that Maher had in mind to skewer? I don’t think so.
Its too bad that he didn’t focus on the diversity of religion’s cultural effects because it would only give better critique of those who decide to accept fundamentalism.

Now, Maher does give time to gay muslims, the Catholic Church’s teaching deriding erroneous Young Earth beliefs (a la Sarah Palin’s ‘dinos and people lived simultaneously’), and a Catholic priest who brushes off theologies of sin and hell, but only with the feeling that these types of religious believers are in a vast minority.

The best argument against misanthropic and culturally destructive religions are those individuals who are faithfully religious while remaining open-minded, considerate, and impressionable by new scientific developments.
The less effective argument is one that remains sarcastic, finger pointing, and dismissive.

The type of ineffective thought that Fundamentalism represents happens all the time and is not restricted to its religious incarnations. Dogmaticism of thought, stubbornness, cultural colonialism, bigotry, and devout ignorance occurs all around us- in academia, the business world, Nationalism, and the slavish adherence to your particular political party. 

Hopefully the discussion surrounding Maher’s (well worth seeing) film will be more articulate and patient without losing any of the good humor and playfulness.

In all, I give Religulous: 8 prayer beads out of 10.  

 

Ryan McGivern

www.jewishmosaic.org
www.uua.org
www.mccchurch.org
www.sojo.net

            So here in California, where I am the palest of residents, we will soon be voting on the rights and status of a minority population. We love this stuff!

            You may think that California is all fun and games-coke, surfing, broccoli and meth farms, fields of weed and military bases. Well, you’d be in part right. We are all about fun here. But we also know how to get things done when it comes to calling into question the basic tenets of our country’s Constitution.

            More than a 110,000 Japanese ‘interned’ at our scenic getaways during the Second World War can tell you: California is a great place to live and an even better place to be scape-goated!

            Hey! You think that we’d be tuckered out with all this ‘economic crisis’? Pah!
            Bring it on.

            War, poverty, hunger, drought, environmental collapse, sickness, over stretched education system, jam packed prisons—We don’t even notice that shit anymore.

            Because we’ve got bigger fish to fry: Who’s loving who.

           

            So we’re ready to vote on Prop. 8!
            Thank Jesus for the California Family Council and their ilk.

           

            Now people will tell you that this whole thing is recalling the ‘tradition’ and ‘religion’ soaked arguments against interracial marriage.

            (Was that even illegal in America? That seems silly. Having so many caring Christians around, they wouldn’t have let that happen right?)

            Turns out that California dealt with the issue of interracial marriage back in 1948-

back when we still had God in our schools, God wasn’t mocked by Harry Potter, and our children felt horrible for masturbating.

 

            Here’s some highlights from Perez v. Lippold- a case over a Mexican American, Andrea Perez, wanting to marry African American Sylvester Davis…

           

            “The right to marry is as fundamental as the right to send one’s child to a particular school or the right to have offspring.”

           

            “Legislation infringing such rights must be based upon more than prejudice and must be free from oppressive discrimination to comply with the constitutional requirements of due process and equal protection of the laws.”
           

            “Since the right to marry is the right to join in marriage with the person of one’s choice, a statute that prohibits an individual from marrying a member of a race other than his own restricts the scope of his choice and thereby restricts his right to marry. It must therefore be determined whether the state can restrict that right on the basis of race alone without violating the equal protection of the laws clause of the United States Constitution.”

 

            “A state law prohibiting members of one race from marrying members of another race is not designed to meet a clear and present peril arising out of an emergency. In the absence of an emergency the state clearly cannot base a law impairing fundamental rights of individuals on general assumptions as to traits of racial groups.”

 

            Hmmmm….That Justice Traynor must have been a real activist judge enforcing his will upon the people. Radical elitist.

 

            So what were people saying back in the Good Old Days against interracial marriage? Here’s some great quotes gathered from www.vtfreetomarry.org

           

            “Allowing interracial marriages “necessarily involves the degradation” of

conventional marriage, an institution that “deserves admiration rather than

execration.’”

 

            “[A]t the very time the Constitution of the United States was being formulated,

miscegenation was considered inimical to the public good and was

frowned upon by the colonies, and continued to be so regarded and

prohibited in states having any substantial admixture of population at the time

the 14th amendment was adopted.”

 

            “Civilized society has the power of self-preservation, and, marriage being the

foundation of such society, most of the states in which the Negro forms an

element of any note have enacted laws inhibiting intermarriage between the

white and black races.”

 

            …….Tradition! Convention! Accepted throughout our Nation’s history! If only we had judges who were faithful to the Constitution of our founding fathers instead of radically ‘interpreting’ it….  

 

           

            Well, maybe things have changed. Maybe there’s more sense, equality, Constitutionality, care, patriotism and Christian charity happening now than before. Let’s take a look at the language being used on the voting information for Prop. 8 in the Official California Voter Information Guide as written by such gentle spirits as Ron Prentice of California Family Council, Bishop George McKinney, Jeralee Smith of the California Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays and Gays.

 

            1) They refer to the ‘gay lifestyle’ a number of times in their arguments. This is language that is more appropriate to the early 1980’s. It assumes, contrary to what science, experience, philosophy, and theology have been telling us for decades, that identity is an easily compartmentalized and categorized phenomena. I’m not even going to fall into the trap of the question of ‘is it a choice?’ or ‘are you born that way?’. Feminists, cognitive scientists, Queer Theorists, Theologians, and Christian Leaders have passed over that question a long time ago. Identity is fluid, porous….free. Hey, you mean that people are free to be who they want? That’s either American or common sense, but anyway you hack it, ‘gay lifestyle’ is a language trap that’s only appealing to the most out-of-touch or inconsiderate among us.

            2) They write that they are very fearful of ‘our children’ being taught that ‘gay marriage is okay.’ OKAY. What that exactly means, I’m not sure. Now, the freedom to marry who you want will in no way affect the education of children in public schools other than if they are to ask their teacher “do all people have equal treatment under law in their pursuit of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?” the teacher can now honestly answer “Well, were at least working in that direction.”

            This is the best word that they could come up with? OKAY? You don’t want your kids to get the idea that ‘gay marriage is okay’? Do you mean ‘legal’? Do you mean ‘not sinful’? Acceptable? I wonder if they are meaning ‘moral’? Are some people seeking to enshrine their idea of morality in state law and validate their interpretation of their religion’s norms? It seems that America has a nasty way of coming to find (albeit sometimes slowly) that these appeals to Tradition and Old Time Religion are less than compelling.

 

            3) They recall the ‘definition of marriage’. Are we fighting over the use of a word, a religious sacrament, or a civil right? Words can and will be used in different ways, and unless we want a Linguistic Council established to further bloat our Big Brother government, we’ll have to probably settle on the fact that words and the ideas behind them change. Or is it the religious sacrament? As a Catholic, believe me: I’d love for a buncha people out there to stop baptizing all willy-nilly. Baptism had been long established by Tradition and Old Time Religion and now look around us! We got Mormons baptizing dead people, we got the Triple Dunk Style, Sprinkle, Single Dunk in a MegaChurch Style….Its ridiculous! We need to go back to the traditional definition of Baptism: “Babies in white gowns crying.” If it’s the American Right to live your life the way you want and arrange your family life the way you want, then that’s a definition of marriage that doesn’t really help the Yes on Prop. 8 crowd.

 

            No where in the arguments for Yes on Prop. 8 do they mention equal protection under the law. No where is there an appeal to the Constitution (national or state) as a document that grants the same rights to everyone.

            They claim that Prop. 8 restores “the meaning of marriage to what human history has understood it to be”. This is the most sick, fascist, and bigoted nonsense of their argument. It reveals exactly what they are talking about: Their petty little world that ignores the cultures, religions, historical periods that reveal that marriage, family, love, commitment, sacraments are very cultural and religious ideas that are varied and changing. Who are they including in ‘human history’? There you have it: the clearest revelation of their agenda-deciding who is less than worthy of human dignity.

 

            Who is California going to side with on Prop. 8?

            Who do you see as human? Inhuman? Who is ‘okay’ enough to be included in your definition of human?

 

            Vote NO on Prop. 8.

           

 

            Your Pale Californian, Ryan McGivern

 

www.vtfreetomarry.org

 

           

 

            Australian artist Stelarc (born Stelios Arcadiou) is currently serving as Chair in Performance Art, School of Arts, Brunel University West London and as the Senior Research Fellow and Visiting Artist in the MARCS Labs at the University of Western Sydney, Australia after sustaining a career as an internationally respected artist since the late 1960’s. His creations and performance art have changed over the years, yet have retained repeated themes on embodiment, incarnationalism, identity in virtual bodies, and thinned lines between humans, their artifacts, and what might be considered ‘nature’.
            Sterlac draws attention to the most core of our existence: embodiment. However much hygiene-related-paranoia driven religious tradition influences our contemporary period, we remain dealing with the fallout of the Cartesian res extensa, as a body-seen as not really ‘us’. We live in what he calls absent bodies, which is exposed in the language of  “having a body, not being a body.” Our bodies can often fall into neglect, a way of being in the world that is only brought to our attention when we stub our toes sufficiently enough.
            Our created tools and cultures, says Stelarc, have evidenced a pattern of distancing and remoteness that can be overcome, perhaps counter intuitively, not by resisting technologies, but integrating them with our corporeal selves to the larger array of the creaturely/created world with intention and engagement. Over the years, he has developed cyborg applications extending him bodily and acting in a harmony that breaks down the subject/object distinctions that many cannot imagine their world without. Yet, his art is only a celebration and furtherance of what is happening in many digital cultures already. The mouse and tethered devices (iPod, Blackberry, Bluetooth) that accompany so many are already pushing the limits of cyborg hybridity but are overlooked for their mainstream acceptability. The transformation and alteration of our bodies being shattered over the information saturated landscape will likely continue in this way, uncritically and without reflection as long as our comfort is streamlined. As long as our bodies are absent, we may passively allow technologies to be laid on us and seen as antagonistic to our existence. However, by embracing our bodies and the products of our highest imagination, aesthetic, and innovation, we can come to find that we have always been at once ‘zombies and cyborgs’ and in turn celebrate our fully relational selves incorporated into the world around us.
            Stelarc performed his Suspension series from 1976-88, which consisted of the driving of large hooks through his flesh in such a way that he could hang naked without further harnessing. Using himself to hang in space gave a mystical floating appearance and is reminiscent of some ascetic practices of self denial in search of transcendental achievement. However, Stelarc is emphatic that there is no transcendental connotation. The body is present, immanent, and tangible; the aesthetic appraisal of the performance can stay engaged with the body without having to invoke a spiritualized interpretation let alone an otherworldly denial of the flesh. Stelarc allows his body to be another sculpture in a world of sculptural beauty-sometimes rocks amidst crashing waves, other times alongside gargoyles of the urban cityscape. The body becomes beautiful in itself, its own foundation stone and pyramid.
            Stelarc’s works, sometimes met with skepticism to revulsion, bring the body to the fore and open avenues for others to accept, reside in, and control the destiny of their bodies. It is easy to see the destruction of the flesh all about us in our cultures: dietary choices equivalent to poison, unnecessary world hunger and disease propelled by greed, drug abuse, domestic violence, all of which often receive less dismay or opposition than Stelarc’s work when encountered. The body and its unique place in the universe as a thinking, feeling, dancing, and loving event is too easily forgotten. Some religious traditions calling the human body the ‘pinnacle of creation’ have left little room for its discussion aside from its need for punishment, asexuality, judgment, and denial. Stelarc takes seriously the possibilities of our existence as embodied selves and celebrates them, without moralizing or fear.
            The body is obsolete, says Stelarc. He claims that our technologies can replace redundant organs, microscopic robots be tasked with aiding our overtaxed immune systems, our skin designed to absorb more nutrients from its immediate environment. This is not playing god-or at least anymore so than we regularly do on a daily basis. The corn, wheat, chicken’s eggs, and apples that we eat have been crafted; the highways carving scars along our land have made many landscapes unrecognizable from their former selves. We are always acting as artisans, innovators, creators. Stelarc gives the opportunity for owning up to our actions, seeing the possibility inherent in our bodies as beautiful and celebrated and acting as co-creators in a universe where what is profane and holy is decided by each of us.

            In 2001, New York comedian and Upright Citizen’s Brigade improvisational performer, Charlie Todd formed Improv Everywhere. The public performances organized and created by the team have spawned such national and global phenomena as “No Pants Day”, celebrated annually in Austin, Boise, San Francisco, and San Antonio, and the now international spontaneous art events inspired by “Frozen Grand Central” where crowds stood still as living statues. Charlie Todd draws from Web enabled ‘smart’ or ‘flash mob’ events that grew out of the juncture of public performance art and social activism. The art events of Charlie Todd and Improv Everywhere have the distinction over some other ‘spontaneous’ public hijnks (think Jackass, Punk’d) in that they are never geared to belittle or frighten the public but instead as stated in their website, ‘cause scenes of chaos and joy in public places’.[1]

            Hugo von Hofmannsthal wrote, “Of all secular institutions, the theater is the only remaining one of any power and universal validity that links our love of festival, our joy in spectacle and laughter, the pleasure that we take in being touched, excited…”[2] Whether one believes that Hofmannsthal’s statement is injected with hyperbole, it is clear that theatre’s ability to incite joy is palpable and universal. Todd’s intention to make space for the human potential for joy through art should be taken seriously before discarding it along with some whose efforts reach no higher than ‘gotcha’ scares and prankster practical jokes.

            Charlie Todd and the I.E. art collective reveals the playful art and community that is available in our everyday lives. In many ways, their public, participatory, collaborative theatre model characterizes what Hans Georg Gadamer describes in TheRelevance of The Beautiful. Todd helps orchestrate what might be called a celebration or festival, of which Gadamer writes, “Celebrating is an art…If we ask ourselves what the real nature of this art is, then obviously we must reply that it consists in an experience of community.”[3] Art as festival dissolves individualism and expands by deleting walls of exclusion and spills over in liberality and elation.

            Todd and I.E.’s artwork Food Court Musical or Can I Get A Napkin Please? as it is commonly known as, exemplifies the festive celebratory character. In the piece, a local mall’s food court is transformed from mundane venue for unpalatable faire into a singing, dancing fair of a musical revue. A woman jumps up from a spill and asks for a napkin and soon sixteen performers are spiraling about in the sun filled atrium. Community is more than the physical closeness our urbanized spaces offer increasingly. Community needs also intention “that unites us and prevents us as individuals from falling into private conversations and private, subjective experiences.”[4] The tragedy of a hurricane or flood, the hardships of poverty, the round of beer, or the sports competition can draw out the availability of community in unsuspected and astounding ways, and festive public theatre is no different. Food Court Musical drew private subjective experiences together into not only an audience, but a community of interpreters, interacting and participating freely in art as one.

            The experience of community changes us. It creates a new way of seeing the world and being in it. One way that Gadamer explains it is through distinguishing ‘empty time’ and ‘fulfilled time’. In empty time, normalcy reigns and is epitomized in the experience of boredom which is related to the angst of existence. Another character of empty time is the hurriedness of errands, the frantic dash of calculated agendas that never are given space to the moment, but are projected into deadlines before us. In contrast, fulfilled time puts aside management and calculation aside and time is brought to stand in what Gadamer calls an artistic ‘organic unity’. Improv Everywhere’s art includes openly and without distinction to interact with and participate in the work-to be co-creators. As interpreter/participants the joy of art is also met with what Gadamer calls the temporality of art. The temporal of fleeting of theatre is similarly experienced in the other public art surrounding us, the architecture, icons, and religions. This is coupled with the experience of an actor/creator: “We recognize ourselves as the plaything of the mighty, suprapersonal forces that condition our being.”[5] Accompanying the joy of art is also the unsettling of new horizons, which Todd calls ‘chaos’.

            The shaking off of one’s blinders to see the possibilities and joy gracefully availed us can be difficult and chaotic, but unlike the angst of empty time, it is a positive breeching into newness. Charlie Todd gives opportunity to lift ourselves from the easy expectations into a novel platform of inspection. In his Frozen Grand Central participants come to a complete stop all at once for a period of time in the bustle of the New York train station. Here, those human faces and people that had existed in the background of the day suddenly pop forward to exist in their own right. Like Heidegger’s transition of what is taken for granted (Zuhanden) to that which is present at hand (Vorhanden) the inhabitants of the city become more than just obstacles, they stand unmoving but startling present. It can create a chaotic spike of dissonance in one who encounters such a performance; having been presented with humanity where only passive moving objects had been before, but it opens one up all the more to the human experience.

            The correlations between religious gatherings and improvisational street art are clear. Both find greater and deeper humanity in all of its joy and chaos. Both rise into a different way of living and being in time. However, as art can operate freely from theology, the nonjudgmental inclusivity of Improv Everywhere sets a higher standard for our religious institutions to emulate. While our religious expressions set aside time and place for the celebration of values, improvisational street theatre takes the highest value of human life and gives that time and space back to the public sphere.

 

 

“Our agents returned to whatever they were doing before the song broke out, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.” –Charlie Todd on the Food Court Musical performers.   (www.improveverywhere.com)



[1] www.improveverywhere.com

[2] Hugo von Hofmannsthal, “Komodie” Prosa, IV, ed. by Herbert Steiner (Frankfurt: S. Fischer, 1955), 95.

[3] Hans Georg Gadamer, The Relevance of The Beautiful and Other Essays  (New York: Cambridge University Press. 1977), 40.

[4] Hans Georg Gadamer, The Relevance of The Beautiful and Other Essays  (New York: Cambridge University Press. 1977), 40.

[5] Hans Georg Gadamer, The Relevance of The Beautiful and Other Essays  (New York: Cambridge University Press. 1977), 64.

Junko Chodos Metamorphosis: The Transformative Vision of Junko Chodos

            In Metamorphosis, Chodos exhibits art of various media; pencil sketch, abstract oil paintings, collages of photograph, and mixed media amalgam collages using at times paint and photograph. Her work typically is large generally being many feet square. Its size would welcome a sense of enrapture, and its abstractness allows for a dazzling myriad of possibilities as one’s eye tries to find a recognized object. In her collage, she uses such small strips that it often is difficult to parse what images they may have been originally. A closer look will reveal what seems to be a scatological assortment of often ephemeral objects; entrails, parts of crabs, roots, are mixed in with slivers of machinery, statues of humans in pained expressions. The whole is greater than its parts, but the strips of counter-intuitive components invites the interpreter to reflect on existence in all its haphazard harmony.

            Chodos was born in 1939 in Tokyo, Japan in the heat of the Second World War. She studied philosophy of art and Eastern and Western mystical traditions. In the background of her studies was Martin Buber, and her thesis work was titled Spirituality in Line: Interrelationship of Art and Theology. From her life’s war-torn beginning, the formative education of Buber’s relational dialectic, and questing into art for semblances of the transcendent, she later moved to the United States and as an artist has created works that daringly explore the sacred.

            Chodos states that art does not become religious or spiritual by its use of religious image, and implies conversely that art with explicitly religious themes is not necessarily ‘religious art’. The theme or subject of the artwork plays less a role in its transcendence and spirituality than the process of the artwork’s life. Its birth in the artist, expression, and its dialectic life in the interpreter ignite what she calls the ‘centripetal force of art’. This force is what acts against the shattering forces of nihilism, isolation, and meaninglessness. Drawing from Buber, Chodos calls revelation the act of drawing forth the art from the fragments of the self into the center of the artist’s psyche and then centripetally draws artist, art, and interpreter together. The artist and interpreter in a mystical way enter into a co-creation. Thus all that is required for any artwork to be transcendent, or ‘religious art’ is for a free and honest process of an artist to meet an open interpreter who both conjoin in participation, responsibility, and commitment.[1]

            She writes of the irony found at the core of religion, using the deaths of both Jesus and Buddha as examples. It is the irony of finding victory, peace, and life in the moments of these two figures’ deaths that she compares to the irony of ‘great art’ conveying beauty by means that may conceal beauty. Irony and impossibility are bound to Chodos’ concept of transcendence also. She relates the metaphor of a mole living underground who believes there is a better world above ground-when the mole does at last break through the earth, it instead finds “flaming fire, and the thundering sound of wind around him. His body is burnt by the sunbeams and in the light of the day he becomes blind and deaf.”[2] Due to the very nature of transcendence, it must remain for the mole to perceive it in darkness, in ugliness. The glimpses that the mole may inadvertently catch through cracks in the earth only instill a deep anxiety, an impending feeling of doom, an ‘experience of thanatos’.

            It is the artist who grasps this abyss, this fear, this awe, and finds that reason cannot aid them in resolving their situation. Only through the leap of ironic creation, can one face their human situation. Religion and its theologies are one expression of this and art another. If they are neglected or aborted in reliance on reason alone, it will result in what Chodos says is ‘insanity’. While these two ironic endeavors are both forms of relief keeping alive transcendence’s tension, they differ in that religion’s theologies and narratives become authoritative by degrees of sanctification and narrowed repetition. Art on the other hand dispels authority, invites consideration and devotion only through the power of experience instead of culturally approved hierarchies. Art acts against one’s will. Its transformative power lies in the unseen and unplanned routes it will draw one on their centripetal journey towards relation with the work, artist, and themselves.

            Chodos’ work is an expression of possibility for new relationships between art and theology. She speaks of the grace that brings new light to their interaction which will allow them both new outcomes that subvert our expectations. One way she suggests that this can occur is to reexamine the usual assumed cause and effect relationship between art and theology. She states that Western culture too often sees only narratives and theologies as inspiring artists. Instead, she suggests that art be given equal consideration as forming our theologies. For example she suggests inquiring into how Van Gogh’s paintings of shoes have influences modern theologies. Following this, it might be possible to also ask how depictions of dying gods influenced early Christian theologies.

            Recalling her mole analogy, Chodos’ Roots series of sketches and mixed collages speak to the transcendent in the forgotten, the unseemly, and the ordinary. In the series, she explores levels of abstraction where Root Series Number 2 falls on the end of greater abstraction, and Root Series Number 10, The Fasting Buddha lies on the other with its titular image more accessible. The tangled array of roots are created with other organic components, lending themselves as metaphors of the unseen or underappreciated life sustaining web that supports humanity. The series is useful as a meditation on the somewhat arbitrary cultural definitions of sacred and secular. Like the mole among roots who would be consumed by the light of the sun, our daily goings-on are the fruit of the transcendent in its graceful and ironic self-giving and are the source of our divine seeking imagination.

            Roots Series Number 17 Garan (Cathedral) is a great example of the culmination of these themes. While at first glance appearing to be only a teasing and erratic mix of color comprised again of unrelated images, it begins to pull into a three dimensional place of worship. The eye carries to the lower center which is darker, alluding to a holy of holies, or door to mysteries. The jagged forms of the collage may be the expressionist architecture similar to Antoni Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia Cathedral, the stalactites of a primordial cavern, or the fronds of a dense jungle forming an apse. We partake of Cathedral, we cannot merely passively consume it. One enters in via the path laid in detritus of the collage’s bottom and as all cathedrals, one makes it holy by their presence, not vice versa.

            I am drawn to Chodos by her great trust in her art’s interpreters. She weaves the machined products of technology seamlessly together with organic threads (Interplanetary Icon series) in a natural way that is honest with our world’s surroundings without judgment or pandering. She stylistically and abstractly reinvents icons, our selves, our notions of the holy in a way that seems unmanufactured and doesn’t lead its interpreter’s by the hand. Her Relic, a mixed media collage inspiring the interpretation of a human ribcage dances where reason cannot venture, where our biology, experience, and sense of the divi



[1] Junko Chodos, Spirituality and the Process of Creating Art (Lecture. Graduate Theological Union, October 9th 2003)

[2] Junko Chodos, Spirituality and the Process of Creating Art (Lecture. Graduate Theological Union, October 9th 2003)

Columbia University’s Religion Department Chair Mark C Taylor has established himself over thirty years to be one of the most compelling thinkers in the area of art and theology. He has chaired research committees in the American Academy of Religion (AAR), written extensively on religion in the postmodern era, and become a philosopher who has aptly dealt with the intersections of art, theology, technology, and philosophy. The strength of his perspective lies in the avenues he opens to discuss art and theology to those who fall outside of mainstream theological traditions. Non-theists, Process Theologians, ‘Death of God’ proponents, and others like Taylor himself who without believing in God find connection to the sacred can find valuable and empowering insight into the art and theology conversation.

            Taylor places himself in the philosophical tradition stemming from Heidegger’s reframing the question of metaphysics which sought to reset the Western philosophical tradition with a new thread of thought challenging onto-theology. Taylor, as a student of the late Jacques Derrida, continues this deconstruction by bringing to light the hidden onto-theological bias in theoaesthetics and complicates what he sees as the uncritical granting of God’s Being, meaning and manifestation of the Absolute in aesthetics, and a correspondence between God and art. Though other Christians have questioned God’s Being such as Jean Luc Marion and Process Christians have created space for Becoming, Taylor examines possibilities beyond both being and becoming which leads to what he has called ‘the abyss’. In keeping with Derrida’s treatment of chora, which is seen as the virginal nothingness and nonexistence where everything finds place and is inscribed. Chora is a third option outside of the Eternal and the sensible and as Derrida writes, it does not exist but it is not nothing. By accepting Derrida’s Chora, Taylor is led to speak of the impossibility of meaning, the ‘trace of a trace’, ‘the sign as a sign’, and ‘Serpentine Wandering’. Like Heidegger and Nietzsche, Taylor remains outside of what could be called nihilistic and has conceded that his writings can and are read ‘spiritually’.

            In Disfiguring: Art, Architecture, Religion Taylor offers A/theoaesthetics as a way to approach art and theology for our contemporary period. It is a negotiation between theism and atheism and any dogmatism of thought. He pits Barthian transcendence against Altizerian extinction of God into radical immanence to find that the two are alike in their easy affirmations and conclusions. He finds that they are also placing the divine-Barth locates a Kingdom of God as afar and transcendent and Altizer places the Kingdom as present but Taylor wishes to unlocate the sacred. An aphorism that summarizes much of Taylor’s thought is neither/nor and writes “The unavoidable void, which neither is nor is not, must be rendered by a figuring that is a disfiguring…disfiguration uses figure against figure to figure what cannot be figured.”[1] This disfiguring creates form of critique to view modern and contemporary art. Abstract art and modern architecture he likens to Barth in its seeking of purity a la Mondrian. Like that Kingdom placed afar, abstract art and modern architecture is seen as an attempt to transcend history and sense. Pop art and postmodern architecture on the other hand like Altizer embeds itself in the doctrine of immanence in part characterized by Warholian omnipresent and homogeneous modern commercial product. Perhaps the strongest critique of abstract art from Taylor lies in what he calls its accompanying ‘Reaganesque hollowness’ and social conservativism that could be interpreted in strengthening psychological and cultural retreats to fundamentalism.

            Taylor represents just one critique and interpretation of abstract art and while it brings with it its own strengths, it can reveal an interior weakness in its seemingly awkward silence on other theologians’ appraisals. One can point to the contrasting points made by Harold Rosenberg and Hans Kung in regards to abstract movements. Rosenberg on the one hand cites that secularized persons are left unaided by psychologically inaccessible abstract works and modern art is unable to provide for their ‘inner nourishment’. On the other hand, there lies the critique of Catholic priest and theologian Hans Kung, who wrote that when the meaning of the divine has been shattered, meaninglessness can pervade all of the human experience. Nevertheless, Kung finds that the meaningless reflected through modern art can bear its own meaning in the interior imaginative life of an artist and the larger culture. This human existential leap is near that of what Taylor speaks at is hinted at in his quotation of Maurice Blanchot: “Art is not religion…But in the time of distress, which is ours, an age when the gods are missing…art is justified, for it is the intimacy of this distress: the effort to represent through images the fallacy of imagery and eventually the ungraspable, forgotten truth that lies behind this error.” The erring imagination that rises from modern iconoclasm draws Taylor towards Kung but without bringing other theologians into purview, his own stance can be felt as historically afloat and reflect the same abstracted sensibilities he seeks to criticize. As Gregory D. Alles writes, “Taylor’s account dismisses at the very beginning almost all other work in the study of art, architecture, and religion…The problem is that it allows Taylor to write in a virtual theological vacuum.”[2]

Alles brings other criticism to Taylor including his narrow and reductive examination of selected arts and artists. This, Alles points out, is a preferential examination of ‘high art’ hailing from Europe and America and neglects often other cultural voices. In this narrowing, he also conveniently avoids difficultly of artists that use explicitly religious art such as Chagall, Dali, and Warhol’s religious series. But Taylor is not only overly selective in which art he allows into his discussion. His predilection for Kierkegaard, Hegel, Nietzsche, Heidegger, Derrida is clear and Alles and other discerning readers may wonder what Taylor would make of an analysis that included Wittgenstein, Foucault, Tillich, and Kung.

            Taylor is useful in his ability to draw many types of art into discussion including currency, architecture, body art, fashion, and emergent web technology as art. In terms of fashion, he details how the industry has literally draped our flesh in the rent and rending symbols of globalized culture both shattered and clastic. We embody in our chosen disguises the sentiments of Yeat’s The Second Coming “things fall apart; the center cannot hold.” Taylor’s critique of fashion can shed light onto the post-colonial theology of our contemporary period. Just as justice grows and sheds its straightjacket of Empire, our religions’ theologies have burst the same seams that attempt to bind (religare) us.

            Taylor also offers to the Process theologies which are influencing contemporary religious thought. In his evaluation of web technologies as another example of art, he describes their parallel, non-hierarchical structure and existence in co-creative feedback loops. It is a fully empowering dialectic that subverts traditional subject/object dichotomies. While everything and everyone is enmeshed in the Web, there is infinite possibility within the finite structure. Endless shifting and ethereality of the web shapes and empowers to shape just as Whitehead explained our determining God as equally as God determined creation.

His A/theoaesthetic acts to address our cultural/theological/aesthetic situation as a form of critique but it also offers itself as a positive approach to equip for novel progressive thought and creation. He writes that it is an education that at once subverts traditional theoaesthetics but it remains an affirmation towards the project of finding inroads between art and theology. It does so by rejecting transcendent spirituality while not falling into the disrepair of nihilistic resignation. It is a discipline that is also an ethic of humbling relation to the non-limited Other. Hearkening back to Kierkegaard’s angst-ridden Christianity, he utilizes the Kierkegaardian ‘double movement’ to represent the negotiation of a religion that is once void of salvation but remains unresigned. Its is an ethic towards art and theology that “requires us to linger with the negative by forever resisting the repression that structures inevitably inflict. Since repression eternally returns, the struggle of resistance is endless.”[3]

            Thus A/theoaesthetics represents itself as a form of creative iconoclasm. At once it dons and celebrates the image as its only possibility and assails its irreference over a void and abyss. Just as Heidegger’s destruction was established in a constructed framework and served to strengthen life’s possibility and shore up against nullity, A/theoaesthetics is constructive and positive. It serves to consider again Anselm Keifer whose work in ash disappears in invisibility, consumed in and consuming in grey. Its enigma rises in phoenix like triumph as its vacuity pulls from us/invites us to excitation of spirit to fill that very vacuum. Taylor’s A/theoaesthetic as deconstruction is not “a destructive attack on valued traditions and institutions, [rather] deconstruction is a sympathetic diagnosis of pervasive symptoms of psychological insecurities and social uncertainty we are inclined to overlook or conceal.”[4]              

            Reading Taylor in conversation with other Christian thinkers including Kierkegaard can render benefits to both. Jean-Luc Marion in addressing love and non-being can be well coupled with Taylor’s appeal to Baudrillard’s simulacra and in their call to intentionality towards the other. In this spirit, Taylor quotes Eliot’s Little Gidding: “We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”[5] Our experience of and existence with art in an age where God’s Being is being trumped by Agape love calls for heightened authenticity that can establish a perpetually humble negotiation with alterity and a continual reflection on self that defies easy definition-in architect Bernard Tschumi’s words, “masks hide other masks”.

A/theoaesthetics can be likened to a new narration of the long road to Emmaus where the Stranger remains along with us and where the bread is never broken in epiphany, what does remain is Derrida’s ‘wounded word’. The Emmaus Road is an erring, Serpantine Wandering that while mournful, calls one to travel perpetually akin to Mircea Eliade’s eternal return. This returning is an inward and outgoing process that as Nietzsche stated will determine our character. Will we respond with a ‘yes’ to the Stranger accompanying us who offers only questions and no answer?

Mark C Taylor has yet to make his name known and his influence felt within the mainstream Christian consciousness. However, his body of work can serve a vital function in the rounding out of the discussion between art and theology. To the non-academic initiated, he also brings a renewing air to the considerations to the life of faith and considerate religious life. First, he speaks to a kenosis that all humanity is involved in. To engage in the humbling powerless of our art is to find a graceful existence that rests in the Emmaus Road. It also opens the dialogue to those of any faith or non-faith. To those who have been alienated by previous onto-theological traditions and former religious frames for theoaesthetics, he offers an open place where there is always room for more at the table. In what some could see a cross negating and deleting our power and possibility, he sees triumph and power. In our errant sojourning we still remain the codehackers, the sculptors, the dancers co-creating our world playfully suspended over the abyss.  

 

 

Bibliography

 

Alles, Gregory D. “A Book Review of Disfiguring: Art, Architecture, Religion “Journal   
          of the American Academy of Religion”, 64 number 1 Spring 1996

Eliot, T.S. “Little Gidding” in The Norton Anthology of English Literature, 4th Ed. (W.W.
          Norton and Co., 1979)

Mark C. Taylor, Mark C. Hiding (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1997)

Taylor, Mark C. Disfiguring: Art, Architecture, Religion (Chicago: University of Chicago
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[1] Mark C. Taylor, Disfiguring: Art, Architecture, Religion (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1992), 277.

[2] Gregory D Alles, review of Disfiguring: Art, Architecture, Religion (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1992)

[3] Mark C. Taylor, Disfiguring: Art, Architecture, Religion (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1992), 318.

[4] Mark C. Taylor, Hiding (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1997), 172.

[5] T.S.Eliot, “Little Gidding” in The Norton Anthology of English Literature, 4th Ed. (W.W. Norton and Co., 1979)

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