theological aesthetics

A Bleak Iconography

A Bleak Iconography

It was time to sharpen the contrast, really. I have redesigned the blog to signify a kind of territory. This territory is wilderness, the landscape stark and difficult, full of memories and promises we create as we go along, each becoming ourselves. As we create, we create markers and monuments for pilgrimage. Monuments for ourselves

My Art of Interrupting Interrupting Art [The Creative Process]

At the risk of sounding snotty, on this wonderfully dreary Saturday afternoon, I was catching up on my Paris Reviews, by polishing off Issue 203, and listening to NYC's classical music station WQXR's online contemporary station, Q2, and discovered Nico Muhly's I Drink The Air Before Me: Music Under Pressure 3. " I Drink the Air Before

We played a flute for you, you did not dance. We sang a dirge, you did not mourn.

It can be easier to learn, to retain information in cadence. Rhythms offer repetition. A kind of re-membering, reattaching significance to each other and to ourselves. Gilgamesh, Iliad, Odyssey, Job, Aeneid, Metamorphoses. These are all poems, all ancient stories. These are also all religious poems. Gods are everywhere. And they interact with humans. There is