Bernard Buffet

Bernard Buffet
Bernard Buffet, The Passion (1952, plate 20)

The Sun White Citrus Collection

Friday, April 11, 2014

Goons Be Gone

Coming from a long time fan and ice hockey enthusiast, I simply have to say - goons be gone. Cheap and dirty play like this tarnishes the game, the league...the grace of the sport. I'm embarrassed for the Minnesota Wild. 





Does this fuel the intensity and rivalry between division foes? It needs little explanation. Still,  I'm against it.  A microcosm for consideration in our daily lives?  Perhaps.


Resources

Complete Video
Headshots and the NHL
The Evolution of Goon Culture in the NHL (these stats aren't from SRM either)

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Thursday, March 6, 2014

A Watershed Moment of Forgiveness or... Give Me Some Truth

Context: A humble Catholic and politician champions prison ministry and rehabilitation for England's most hardened criminals of the twentieth century. In a particularly insightful scene from the HBO drama entitled Longford,  a radio Q & A is revisited toward the end of the film whereby an anonymous caller interrupts a sprightly conversation about Lord Longford's love of the saints and bluntly confronts him about his long dedication towards convicted murderer Myra Hindley.











Caller:
[...in view of everything we now know about her, don't you regret having supported her all that time? ...(long pause) it's a simple answer Lord, yes or no? Do you regret it? ]

(long pause)

Longford: [ Not at all, as a matter of fact, I consider my visiting Myra Hindley and, indeed, all of the other prisoners I visited for over fifty years to be one of the great blessings of my life... now perhaps we could get back to the subject of saints?]

Radio Host: [But, hasn't she betrayed you? She's ruined your good name, she's taken all of that hard work you did for her and thrown it back in your face.]

Longford: [Yes... (with hesitation), perhaps there's some truth in that. Ummm, forgiving her has proven difficult, very difficult (mournful expression). Not for what's she's done to me (chuckling) - that's neither here nor there - but the terrible crime themselves...forgiveness is the very cornerstone of my faith, and the struggle to deepen my faith is my life's journey, so in this respect she has enriched my spiritual life beyond measure, and for that I will always be grateful to her. ]

(long pause)

Myra Hindley
Lord Longford

Longford: [If people think that makes me weak or mad so be it, that is the path I am committed too. To love the sinner, but hate the sin, to see the best in people not the worst, to believe that anyone, no matter how evil, can be redeemed... eventually.] 

+++

Resources

Dangerous Liason (The UK Guardian)
See No Evil



Despite the rather esoteric and provocative example, how is forgiveness known in our ordinary lives? To be sure, it quietly taps on our hearts in a subtle yet daunting stubbornness - a persistent far away, closen-up embrace.

Let's investigate together.

                                         Chip away at the stone,

                                                                                   And pray this Lent.

Friday, November 22, 2013

The Beatitudes, Stained Glass, and The Gift of Plants: A Thanksgiving Reminder


Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Mimosa-Despondency


Blessed are they that mourn for they will be comforted.
Weeping Willow-Mourning
Blessed are the meek for they will inherit the land.
Birch-Meek


Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for justice for they will be satisfied.
Coltsfoot-Justice shall be done

Blessed are the merciful for they will be shown mercy.
Allspice-Compassion

Blessed are the clean of heart for they will see God.
Water Lily-Purity of heart
Blessed are the peacemakers for they will be called children of God.
Olive-Peace

Blessed are they who suffer persecution for justices sake for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Fritillary-Persecution

Blessed are you when men revile you and persecute you
and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account.

                                               Rejoice and be glad,
                                                                                             for your reward is great in heaven.


California prayin and dreamin



Resources:


CCC 1716-1729



Saturday, October 5, 2013

Notes on Being Off The Rails in So Cal: Part 1 (maybe)

A sense of foreboding and disappointment hangs in the air as I start out on a two week exploration of Southern California.  Why? Simply because deep down I know that our supposed leaders in congress will fail to solve the federal government shutdown in the next several days so that I (and many, many others) can have the glorious opportunity to experience some of our nation’s finest natural treasures (i.e. National Parks and Forests).  The timing is poor, the wilderness hiking plans have derailed...time to re-think the whole bloody trip. First, let’s detour to the Santa Monica Pier and check out Way Over Yonder music festival (think Newport Folk Festival of the West). Picturesque views, temperatures in the upper 80’s, and a fine selection of cutting edge American music should at least sooth a broken heart, if only for a day or two.

Let me also reflect on airports, airplanes, and passengers; of being “alone” in the terminals observing all of the hustle and bustle of people movement. That constant motion that signifies both joy and anxiety in preparation for travel. I don’t particularly share Jim Morrison’s observation that “People are Strange”. On the contrary, I gather up and breathe in a million little details in the faces that I meet- the individuality and uniqueness that manifests itself in this particular landscape. I sense how important people’s lives are, how they are driven to communicate with their loved ones during these times of being “in the air, not on the road”. I also see vulnerability, awkwardness, and patience….security checks, no shoes, lap-tops out, belts off, hands up, polite scans and searches; it’s all kind of surreal.

Yet it’s also a part of God’s handiwork, a blessing and gift in two words – hopeful humanity.  

And there’s everyone on the plane imaginable sy425. All ethnicities and persuasions: punkers, executives, models,students, retirees. Airborne you see the immense beauty of the earth with its patchwork of colors, shapes, and textures. A remote sensory vision of tannish-brown Nebraskan foothills and deep red Colorado canyons where one feels the flow of creamy Nevada rivers, and one understands the minute growth of  grainy, desert green tree California mountains. All of it of course enveloped in a myriad vastness of cloud patterns whose shapes constantly change like a chameleon. Its earth, sun, and moon (well, not yet anyway).

This isn’t strange or being alone is it? 

Perhaps it’s a deep longing for fulfillment, a blind encouragement to recognize the inter-connectedness between us all. Better yet, it drives us toward an understanding of “walking” in the moment.  See Rebecca Solni – Wanderlust: A History ofWalking.  For AE. 

Oh, by the bye, it’s also the Feast Day for St. Francis of Assisi!

Psalm Prayer (Oct. 4th Vespers): Lord Jesus Christ, you have prepared a quiet place for us in your Father’s eternal home. Watch over our welfare on this perilous journey, shade us from the burning heat of day, and keep our lives free of evil until the end. 




Resources

Pending Federal Government budget deal.


Addendum: I'm sure glad that I spent all of those preparatory hours watching old 70's Calf crime drama on force-fed METV. I understand the west coast culture so better now... whatever. Still, Rockford Files had a slight edge over Cannon and I'm rockin in a Ford Focus at the moment.



Friday, September 20, 2013

For RM

You used to drift off while sitting in that cherished yet faded rocking chair. All white and born. I recognized the glow – that deep, meditative glance so characteristic of your kin. The stare outside, the Eyes focused on the peculiarities of each gifted oak leaf despite the grainy, rustic veil of Rusco window.  I imagined you dreamt about beauty and decay; the border between whispered wind and endless farm labor. You called it the days of spoiled and trouble.

I accept that empty chair now, its stillness nestled in the curved alcove of your widowed bedroom. I smile to myself remembering your pale and weathered face – a roadmap sketched with wrinkled depth.  A few spider webs near each eye.

Crickets, crick, crickety crick, the gentle rock of chair.
Crickets, crick, per-snickity, snit, the gentle rock of despair.

The rock and pace.

In these occupied evenings of banking and bottom line, I think about your way. Praise and disappointment. Never tell.
I'll sleep instead, dream of electricity pulsing through livestock and the precise moments when the cock will crow,
like a runaway train without a whistle
a ship sail without a compass
a black whale approaching its birthing ground all sensitive and quiet,
intensely quiet
white
Eyes.

Friday, August 9, 2013

What Attracts Our Hearts or Everything's Fine, Chin Up and Heave Away

Most of the time I let the urge sway in the breeze… but every once in a while I recognize (and acknowledge) the many passions which ebb and swell in my heart of hearts.  It's only recently that I confirm yet again the origin of a deep longing to know, love, and serve God. Amazing as it truly is - all desire and attraction originate in this little tiny soul garden whose voice I hear. But some of the time I'm convinced of being convicted, so thank you for being present and near. Let me never under-estimate the value of chemistry and prudence.  Now, in the most recent of moments, I'll sift through "magnetic, attractive feelings" and recognize what is meant for beautiful expression toward others, and what is meant for humble prayer. Pope Francis provides a nice reminder in his recent Angelus. ; >)   Thinking a lot about this lately.


"Melotte 15 in the Heart"




Love heart


Resources:


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Spirit on the Water

The never ending AmericanaramA jamboree made a stop in Duluth last night unveiling the diverse talents of four solid musical acts. Even with the unseasonably cool temperatures and soggy conditions, duluthians, guests, and fellow country neighbors were treated to well over five hours of first class music ranging from guitar rock stylings, folk, jazz, roots revival, swing, and of course, americana.  Despite the strange footnote which beckoned security to limit aficionados from taking even the cheapest of grainy and out-of-focus pictures, the evening turned out to be quite a success....

... the really interesting thing is that folks were introduced to new music and unfamiliar songs and arrangements, and unheard songs hmmmm, hmmmmmm, different tempo's and arrangements - something all together foreign perhaps.

But it was wonderful to observe the various generational and age groups interact. Most everyone enjoyed being connected in the most important of ways.

A complaint? It's a minor one for sure. Perhaps the promoters should consider having a female artist/band as part of the repertoire?

Vibe.

What's the recipe?
  1. A definitive sound mix.
  2. Talented artists.
  3. A picturesque landscape.
  4. A smaller than expected crowd.
  5. Short lines.

Thanks for coming Mr Dylan and friends, your welcome back anytime!


Richard Thompson's Electric Trio draws the crowd in. "Not bad for old people."


Relaxing the scene as the skies begin to clear.



Happy hour at Bayfront Park.


Ship approaching the harbor, Duluth's aerial lift bridge.

The view and temperature of Duluth so impressed frontman Jim James of My Morning Jacket that he pointed out, "It's beautiful here!"

My Morning Jacket display band chemistry! Very impressive performance. 

In the flannel section with My Morning Jacket.

Duluth skyline, anticipating Wilco.


Wilco mix it up with a few choice coversongs while sampling from their deep musical catalogue!  Via Chicago / Jesus, etc. / Dawned on Me / Less Than You Think / energized the crowd.

Wilco w/Richard Thompson.

Wilco, Low, and Richard Thompson reflect after an unrehearsed performance of Gordon Lightfoot's "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald". Cheers to our Canadian friends as well. 

Sunset over the bay, AmericanaramA in Duluth.

Anticipating Bobby and his Band!


Dylan commands attention.

A ghost-like figure. 

Infusion of jazz, roots, folk, rock, and country blues. 

Dylan showcases his piano and harmonica skills throughout the night. 

A jazzy, swing rock of a tune! More harmonica. 

The consummate song and dance man...

A 'Simple Twist of Fate' shines tonight!

Bob Dylan & His Band setlist:

Things Have Changed
Love Sick
High Water (For Charley Patton)
Soon After Midnight
Early Roman Kings
Tangled Up In Blue
Duquesne Whistle
She Belongs To Me
Beyond Here Lies Nothin'
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
Blind Willie McTell
Simple Twist Of Fate
Summer Days
All Along The Watchtower
Blowin' In The Wind

Anchored down in Duluth town.


Resources: 

Richard Thompson's Electric Trio

My Morning Jacket

Wilco

Bob Dylan

Concert Review

Minn Post Review

Star-Tribune Review

MN Brown

Perfect Duluth Day

Visit Duluth

Encore: 

Artcetera

Bob Dylan at Midway was like 'Ballad of Easy Rider'.


Wilco - Country Disappeared | A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.


Saturday, July 6, 2013

A Waking Dream Tonight (Channeling a Nightmare)

Remembering Vichy,Paris

His clawing nausea and dawn of spring
remembers you,
not your black map cast easily amongst the lilies of the field,
when truly the moment is driven by photos which lead a frightened soul beyond blossoming
misinterpreted,
maybe.

His news reins an impressive,
blossoming flat of endless, lifeless hallway words.
A dimension of ideas which closing cinemas betray,
like a lingering smell of foreign chapters and 
a traveling grey uniform
suggests anywhere but here
L'État Français.

Paris seldom disappoints when the familiar
intimate, 
confused,
voice yells
Come get it anyway!
The Vichy geek pity!
Let’s see what honesty is really made of!

A young woman’s journal is key:

“I cross these borders and tensions
everyday…I must change-it up,
several homes I see..."
Photo: Micheal Wallner


I'm yelling and crying my fare, 

imagining something concealed or constipated ready to meet
my border hotel of self-exile,
when a soothing voice speaks to me,
She cries with me...


Who's going to be a part of the strong times?
Who's going to be a part of the weak times?

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Fish in Spring Yellow

"The importance of clean water" Florida, 2013

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both...


Let's just cut to the chase. It's really about Robert Frost on mixed metaphors and quite possibly - wait...it's my fish photo from Florida.

Maybe it's just the color of the sand. 


If we want to get ahead,
I might add,
we'll have to iron out the remaining bottlenecks.

When Dr. Gregory House (in the TV series House, M.D.) says, "I'm a night owl, Wilson's an early bird. We're different species," he's speaking metaphorically. When Dr. Cuddy replies, "Then move him into his own cage," she's extending House's bird metaphor--which he caps off with the remark, "Who'll clean the droppings from mine?"


Other important yellow resources: 



                                                                                                                    Spirit of the Beehive