Monday, April 2, 2012

Surrounded by Thieves


Why curse a den of thieves
doing what is normal/expected/
allowed/encouraged/aided –
did the priests get their cut?

Thieves cluster like cancer
out of remission, devouring
the desire for worship, abetted
by those entrusted with worship.

Coins jangle through booths
and stalls, the unholy marriage
of faith and commerce, children
of greed and deception.

Driving them away today,
standing between them Friday.

This poem is supported for the Warrior Poets Circle, hosted by Jason Stasyszen at Connecting to Impact. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site.

Painting: Jesus Cleanses the Temple by Cecco del Caravaggio (Francesco Buoneri), 1610-1620, via Ad Libitum.

Rumors of a Title


Laura Barkat begins her book Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity & Writing with a problem – she’s having difficulty writing, at least on a sustained basis. Too many other things to do, too many distractions and priorities. A friend visits, she talks about the problem and then asks her daughter Sara to get her a glass of water. Sara returns with a “There are rumors of water but I couldn’t find any.”

Sometimes, when the water’s not there, rumors of water may be sufficient.

I am editing the manuscript that is the sequel to Dancing Priest, and I’m having difficulty. The draft is done; the draft has been done for some time. I know the story; I know where the story will go if there are any other volumes in the series. The problem is the title, and it’s indirectly affecting the editing and rewriting.

The problem is I don’t have a title.

The manuscript has had a working title for years. But the working title no longer fits – it would be better for the third volume in the series (assuming there is a third volume) and it would give too much of the story away.

So I’ve cut the manuscript loose from its working title, but don’t yet have a substitute. The story is easy enough to summarize: Michael Kent and Sarah Hughes are married and establishing their family when they are faced with extraordinary circumstances, including death and destruction. The story is still a kind of romance, but it is other things, too, and it speaks to some of the issues our culture and civilization face.

Originally, this manuscript was part of Dancing Priest. But after 150,000 words came pouring out, it had to be divided. The division occurred at a natural place, but the working title for the second manuscript really only fit the very end of the story.

So I’ve been fretting and worrying the idea of the title. Do I keep “Dancing” in it? Likely not, since there isn’t any dancing in this story. So I have to call it something other than “this thing,” and “new manuscript” works for only so long.

I’ve been moving slowly through the editing and rewriting – checking, adding, deleting, amplifying, deemphasizing. The biggest change has been to add certain short scenes at key places, with the effect of adding tension and even some sense of foreboding.

But what do I call this? For now, it’s a story without a name, which makes it something like a person without a name. And a name (or title) is always important. It defines, limits, and expands. It helps frame the story and even serve as something of a centering device.

I’ll take Laura Barkat’s advice and settle for a rumor of title.

Perhaps something like “A Light Shining.”


This week at TweetSpeak Poetry, we’re beginning a discussion of Rumors of Water, led by Lyla Lindquist. For Wednesday, we’re discussing the short selections that comprise the first section, entitled Momentum.

Last year, I reviewed Rumors of Water, and you can find it here.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

I Am Not Who You Believe I Am



Noon sun dapples through fronds
waving in almost orchestrated motion,
the wind replaced by human arms, and hope.
I am not who you believe I am.

The donkey is not the most comfortable
of rides; he bobs and weaves, unused
carrying a rider on his inexperienced back.
I am not who you believe I am.

The crowd from Bethany walking behind,
the Jerusalem crowd walking toward meet
in an enthusiasm of excess soon to howl for blood.
I am not who you believe I am.

Cloaks and palm fronds are strewn before me,
mixing with hosannas, all those symbols
of victory and peace and change and desire.
I am not who you believe I am.

I am more.


Photograph: Colorful palm leaves by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Saturday Good Reads


A lot of writers are thinking about – writing. Writer Adam Blumer is thinking about the little guy. Poets D.S. Martin and Chris Galford are thinking about Robert Herrick and Robert Burns, respectively. Paul Steele is thinking about some wonderful photos of the Lake District in England. And painter Randall David Tipton is thinking about winter apples. Some wonderful stuff online this past week.

Prose

The Lonely Sailboat” by Travis Thrasher at The Journey is Everything.

A Wonderful Long Evening” by Billy Coffey at What I Learned Today.

Made New” by Michael Perkins at The Handwritten.

We Are the Ushers” by Jason Vana.

The Goal of a Writer” by Jeff Goins.

Á Mosaic of Despair and Waiting for the Bread” by Marc Cortez at Everyday Theology.

The Reward of Trust” by Jason Stasyszen at Connecting to Impact.

The Development of True Faith” by Dustry Rayburn at Reflections on the Life of a Christian.

Ito Jakuchu: the Preserved Colors of Independence” by Makoto Fujimura for Curator Magazine.

Burnished through the Years” by Diana Trautwein at Just Wondering.

The Value of the Little Guy” by Adam Blumer at Meaningful Suspense.

Poetry

Hungry for More” by Brian Miller at WayStationOne.

Robert Herrick” by D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.

Stand Your Ground” by Maureen Doallas at Writing Without Paper.

Soaking” by Jerry Barrett at Gerald the Writer.

Address to a Haggis by Robert Burns” via Chris Galford at The Waking Den.

Lent Again” by Jim Schmotzer for Godspace.

Paintings and Photographs

5D MK II Inaugural Shot” by Kelly Sauer.

Printemps,” “Twilight” and “Essence of Flowers” by Timothy Good at Photography by Tiwago.

Winter Apples,” oil on canvas by Randall David Tipton at A Painter’s Process.

Some Water Wonders of the English Lake District” by Paul Steele at Bald Hiker.

Lake Agawam” by Steve Gravano at Take a Look Around.

Identification” by Susan Etole at Just…A Moment.

Short Stories

Listener, Take 3: Ozark Failures” by Seth Haines.

Videos and Podcasts

Back on the Subway” by The Wall Street Journal.


Photograph: Spring in Garden by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Friday, March 30, 2012

A Breath Surrounded by Eternity

Last Saturday, my wife and I visited the Marianist Art Gallery in our own town of Kirkwood. It’s on the campus on St. John Vianney High School, and is largely devoted to the art and sculpture of Brother Mel Meyer. On Sunday after church, we went to the St. Louis University Art Museum, which I having an exhibition of Brother Mel’s works. And it is a wonderful exhibition.

I wrote about our meeting Brother Mel in 2010. I have two of his small metal sculptures in our office at home – Jesus on the Cross and The Last Supper.


After wandering around the Marianist gallery, we went outside – to see what I had spotted when we were getting out of the yard – rows of small tombstones. I had never noticed it before. It turned out to be the final resting place of Marianist brothers and priests. The tombstones are identical in shape and size, but some are much older and weather-worn – the oldest birth date I saw was 1849; the most recent burial had been in 2011. Irish and German names abounded, reflecting two of the three major streams of immigrants who settled in St. Louis (the third being Italian).

It’s a quiet place, shaded by trees, with a sculpture of Jesus on the cross behind the tombstones (if you squint you can see the sculpture in the photograph above – I have never claimed to be an ace photographer, especially with a cell phone).

Surrounding the graveyard in a semi-circle are metal sculptures by Brother Mel – representing the stations of the cross. Benches are available for praying and meditating, or just sitting. A soft breeze was blowing as I walked the rows of graves, wondering at how each of these men had given their lives to their vocation. I only had to look at the semi-circle of sculptures to find the answer for why they did.

At The High Calling, Mark Roberts has been doing a series on the stations of the cross. He’s a Presbyterian, the stations of the cross are a Catholic devotion (that began with St. Francis of Assisi) and often practices in Lutheran and some Anglican churches as well. Today, Roberts reflects on the sixth station – the scourging of Jesus and his crowning with thorns.

In that graveyard, feeling the warm wind, looking at the tombstones laid out so neatly and orderly, studying the sculptures, and above all listening to the quiet, it was so clear that we are but a breath upon the landscape, a breath surrounded by eternity.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Strange and Familiar


Reading The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America by David Whyte has been a both familiar and a strange experience for me.

It was familiar in that I met some aspect of my own work experience and career on virtually every page.

It was strange in that I realized how common my own experience is – or that it’s common enough that Whyte could describe these experiences as common in corporate America.

The strangeness and the familiarity continue on the final chapter, “The Soul of the World.”  Whyte spoke to poetry, and the role poetry plays in the corporate workplace.

“Poetry is the art of overhearing ourselves say things from which it is impossible to retreat,” he says. “A true line acts like a lightning rod in a storm. All our doubts about the experience disappear in a flash as the accumulated change contained in the electric ripeness of the moment runs to earth. Just before we are struck, we may even feel, as in a true lightning storm, the hair rising on the back of the neck, as we realize ‘it’ is being said.”

What poetry can bridge is the separation of corporate life from “the soul of the world.” Corporate self-preoccupation can often become so great that it separates people from the realities of the world they live in. I might add that nowhere is this self-preoccupation greater than at a corporate headquarters.

I’ve seen poetry – or a kind of poetry – bridge the separation. I’ve described here a speech I wrote for an executive, who used a speech not only to bridge the company to the larger world but also his industry. Some two years later, there was another speech by another executive, this time the CEO, that did something similar, except it completed the process of moving the company outside of itself and position it in the larger world beyond.

And it happened by accident.

The CEO had already created something of a stir with an initiative to reduce air emissions at manufacturing plants – by 90 percent and in four years. But he was looking for something more, something greater and larger, something that would seize the attention of people inside and outside the company. A number of proposals had been studied and brought forward – but the price tags for all of them had created sticker shock (and there were the shareowners to consider).

At some point, I was brought into the process, given copies of all the proposals, and asked by the company’s senior environmental executive to see if there was a “soft path” to getting at what the CEO wanted, defined as significant but without the obvious costs attached to it. I was cautioned not to share what I was doing with anyone, including my own boss.

I wrote the speech. The conclusion was a summary of the speech using seven short but rhetorically related statements. It was meant to be a rousing kind of conclusion, with repetition and rather emotional language. I didn't think of it as a new company policy. I gave the draft to the environmental executive, and didn’t hear anything for several weeks.

And then the word came back. The CEO would give the speech in Washington, D.C. I was pressed back into service for editing and preparing additional documents that would be needed. A few additional people were brought into the information loop, but the speech was still being held very closely. (The concern was that, if existence of the speech became known, various internal people and groups would move to influence it in a “watering down” direction.) (Which turned out to be a well-founded concern, except it happened after the speech was given.)

The CEO gave the speech, and then all heck broke loose inside the company. Senior business executives were upset that significant commitments had been made on their behalf, with no opportunity for input. People responsible for regulatory compliance believed they had been cut out of the loop (they had). The finance people were concerned. Executives responsible for manufacturing were concerned.

Employees loved it.

The outpouring of support was amazing. The CEO was flooded with letters from employees all over the world (this was pre-email). More than that, employees began to do things. Native-plant prairies were established at three plant locations. Initiatives were started in local communities.

Outside the company, the reaction was profound. The head of a major environmental group distributed copies of the speech to thousands of people and groups across the U.S. Discussions at industry trade associations started, leading to new programs. Competitors adopted similar efforts (and gave similar speeches).

Those seven simple “rhetorical devices” became the company mission statement for the next decade, when they replaced by another, similar set of principles announced in – a speech. But that’s another story.

Poetry – of a sort – bridged the separation between the corporate workplace and the world described in The Heart Aroused. For a time, the soul of the company was entwined with the “soul of the world.” David Whyte would smile.


We've been reading The Heart Aroused over at TweetSpeak Poetry. This week concludes our discussion of the book.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

When You're in a Hard Place


Katie Davis returns to the United States from her year of mission work in Uganda. She’s returned to attend college, as she promised her parents she would do. She is keeping her promise, and she is miserable, grumpy and feeling disconnected from what her life had become in Uganda.

She knows her 19 girls – her “family” she adopted in Uganda – will be okay.

She trusts God to provide needed funds -- $70,000 of needed funds – for the mission work. Over a period of months, it’s provided, “and then some.”

She finds a few people who really do understand the conflict she’s experiencing.

And she learns one of the hardest and most important lessons of her young life: God is in control, and He is as much involved in her college and family as He is in Uganda.

Katie knows that her heart is in Uganda; she also knows it is the place she’s supposed to be. But for a time, she is “back home,” honoring the commitment to her parents, even if it is making her feel grumpy and at loose ends.

But God is there, too, right at home.

This chapter in Kisses from Katie: A Story of Relentless Love and Redemption by Katie Davis and Beth Clark reminds me of a conversation I had a long time ago I had with a colleague at the place I was then working. We were both Christians; we were both in exactly the same boat – banished to a kind of wilderness where our skills, experience and talents were going largely unused.

“It’s hard,” I said. “Well, it’s more than hard. It’s often miserable. We sit here, doing things that are easy to do, watching others do things badly that we both know we could do far better. But for whatever reason, this is where we are; this is where God has us. David had to live in a cave, too, for a time.”

The words were easier to say than to live, but simply saying them helped. It was as if by saying them aloud, we both could accept what we were dealing with.

I suspect the same was going on with Katie.


Led by Jason Stasyszen and Sarah Salter, we’ve been discussing Kisses from Katie. To see more posts on this chapter, “A Promise to Keep,” please visit Jason at Connecting to Impact.