i was reminded of this quote by something my friend, lic, said...
i love this church, this living, pulsing, sinning People of God, with a crucifying passion. Why? For all the Christian hate, i experience here a community of love. For all the institutional idiocy, i find here a tradition of reason. For all the individual repression, i breathe here an air of freedom. For all the fear of sex, i discover here the redemption of my body. in an age so inhuman, i touch here tears of compassion. in a world so grim and humorless i share here rich joy and earthy laughter. in the midst of death, i hear an incomparable stress on life. For all the apparent absence of God, i sense here the real presence of Christ.
~ Walter Burkhardt
i love the last line.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
the transcendnce of things
hmm, i met this man at the coffee shop with a fascinating mind. in
trying to find the root of my mysterious attraction to languages he
started in on this grand metaphor of the transcendent quality of
music. he said the magic of a piece of music is not in the note
itself, but rather it's what happens inbetween the notes. yeah,
so, a brilliant musician is brilliant not for what he plays but for
what he doesn't play... he never really finished the metaphor
or the comparison, but i guess what he was getting at was
that both language and music are in this one sense very
mathmatical and formulaic, but really they are mostly
this abstract, unfathomable interaction of ideas. so,
we can learn our scales and memorize our
grammatical structures. but we're really
not touching the essence of these
things. their beauty is
transcendent.
may i speak
less. and
strum
less.
more.
trying to find the root of my mysterious attraction to languages he
started in on this grand metaphor of the transcendent quality of
music. he said the magic of a piece of music is not in the note
itself, but rather it's what happens inbetween the notes. yeah,
so, a brilliant musician is brilliant not for what he plays but for
what he doesn't play... he never really finished the metaphor
or the comparison, but i guess what he was getting at was
that both language and music are in this one sense very
mathmatical and formulaic, but really they are mostly
this abstract, unfathomable interaction of ideas. so,
we can learn our scales and memorize our
grammatical structures. but we're really
not touching the essence of these
things. their beauty is
transcendent.
may i speak
less. and
strum
less.
more.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
the perks of being a wallflower
sometimes it's nice
it's nice to step back
it's nice to watch from a distance
you notice more that way
you know - can't see the forest and all
sometimes you don't hear the quiet people if you're talking yourself
sometimes you catch people laughing about something in their head
about something inside
it's relaxing
it's a relief
you learn a lot
and you get to appreciate
it's nice, you know, sometimes
it's nice to step back
it's nice to watch from a distance
you notice more that way
you know - can't see the forest and all
sometimes you don't hear the quiet people if you're talking yourself
sometimes you catch people laughing about something in their head
about something inside
it's relaxing
it's a relief
you learn a lot
and you get to appreciate
it's nice, you know, sometimes
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