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Thursday, April 30, 2020

Livning in Coronavirusworld 37: that's tough, that's life




4/29



New masks by Mili

We’re discussing Michael Moore’s new film, Planet of the Humans, and the issue of “Biomass” and how ultimately it doesn’t really solve the clean energy problem. 

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Clyde makes a reference to the long lamented Life Magazine 


and I recall am old song by Gabriel and the Angels, “That’s tough, that’s life..”  Joel quickly finds it for us. 


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We are gambling  peoples’ lives to reopen.  The President has ordered the meat plants to stay open even without adequate protection for the workers. 

Today's hat of the day honors the Negro League Homestead Grays, arguably the best team in history.  Clyde says : "Better than the Monarchs?" I say "..with Josh Gibson, Satchel Paige, Cool Papa Bell...yeah, of course.." 
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The mayor is considering closing subway stations as a means of dealing  with the homeless who are sleeping in the subways. The promise is they will be taken to shelters. But the shelters are already overflowing. Clyde repots that at Wards’ Island there is no social distancing and still no soap or hand sanitizers.  He knows people who left the shelters because they did not feel safe. And people rousted from the subways often lose half their possessions. 

Pascal said: All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.

Steve Phelps offers a Camus quote connecting unhappiness and the lack of language….
We ultimately need to be able to handle solitude. 
Our current situation can feel like Sartre’s No Exit. 

We turn our conversation to our final look at Camus’ The Plague.  

I’m taken by the character Cottard who loses it at the end. He is unprepared for the plague to end. He had found meaning his life he  had never had before. When the plague ended, he opened his window and starts shooting  at people. I recalled the time after 9-11 when some people, deeply involved in volunteering, began to find their life in 9-11 world. When the “emergency “ ended 18 months later, they didn’t know what to do . 

Sam cals this a liminal space and Steve Holton says our job is to hold onto that liminal space. Sam says we need to be both observers and participants.  The liminal is an opening to another world. And we now have an opportunity to recreate the world. That is the gift. She feels that in this solitude she’s revisiting her life. As Joel says, thinking  of his childhood when they  ended “corporal punishment,” it’s like we’ve all been sent  to a "big timeout.” 

I understand the  importance of absurdity to Camus. The plague is ultimately absurd. It has no  inherent meaning.  Meaning is found in our response to the absurd. In humans, it brings out the good and bad. With a slight edge to the good.  At the end of the book, the almost personified plague will return to test us again.

Isaiah said,  My thoughts are not your thoughts an day way she not your ways.” (55:8). We can’t be looking for cause and effect. And we must take care of ourselves, like in the airline preflight instructions, put your own mask on before helping your child. 

Phelps suggests it’s all in how we define absurdity. Every act or idea can be seen as meaningless and therefore absurd. In the lack of ultimate meaning our acts can be observed to be absurd. For a Christian, love is the way to come close to the divine. And references Gianni Vatimo for th ethought that there is nothing in Scripture except hope.   There’s a pattern to how people respond to plagues. Only more dead people changes opinions. Some saw the novel as a metaphor for nazism.  Camus’s effort to  come to terms with the murder of millions and millions of people. 

There is the issue of proximity. If it’s not next to me I don’t see it. The woman protester who doesn't understand why she can’t get her hair done. Perhaps she would feel different if getting her hair done killed her mother Or daughter. 

We don't  need to return  to normal. Normal was a problem the future can be better. As US death now lead the world, where’s the chant ‘We’re number one!”? 
the sirens are constant

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The PCUSA Central America study team is trying to  deal with the Presbyterian General Assembly being turned into a virtual assembly dealing with primarily institutional issues.  In the smaller context of ongoing  conflict within the  bureaucracy, 

In the meantime, in Guatemala, recent deportees arrived with the virus. In Honduras, people are being sequestered in stadiums, just like in Camus’ Plague. The former leader accused of mishandling aid. And San Pedro Sula is now a  hot spit. 

Throughout  the region, the absence of remittances from migrant workers in  theUS has a devastator effect on the economy. 

Nicaragua has essentially ignored the crisis. Rosario said that God would protect Nicaragua, Venezuela and Cuba. Meanwhile, Venezuela is using community organizations to track the spread of the virus and those who have been infected .Cuba works on medical responses and sends out medical volunteers to hard hit countries. Someone take Nicaragua aside and wake them up . There are neighborhood volunteers working on concientizacion, that is awareness of the disease andh oe it spreads. 

Venezuela hashed over 10000 rete and is being gadded by Russia, China and Cuba. Cuba was angered at he arrival of infected Nicaraguans. Nicaragua has finally closed its airpot until June. 

The study team has its work cut out for itself because there's now a before, and after.

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Strange when your excitement comes from the arrival of a new order of masks. And these were not exactly as expected. So we will reflect and reconsider.  Yes these are masks we are talking about. 
Even on a cloudy day, it's still good to walk.  In the Conservatory Gardens, a man and his family are celebrating the publication of his new children’s book. 
The Conservatory Gardens

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One of our long term...and high risk... PHEWA members has been diagnosed with the  virus. He is old. This is concerning. It happen at a rehab facility…
The husband of West Parks former music director, a man in  his mid 50’s dies. The drug stores are running out  of sympathy cards.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Living in coronavirusworld 36: We are all learning

4/28


Love


A beautiful sunny spring day….

 I go to check out the food program at Wadleigh High School, just across the street from me.  Originally designed to replace the school lunch program for this whose only melas came from school, Wadleigh is  providing breakfast and lunch for any on the neighborhood who need. 
Free meals

A long talk with my friend and colleague Jane Galloway who shared the West Park building and ministry with me through some of the most challenging times.  She is the author of The Gateways, The Wisdom of 12 Step Spirituality: Dynamic Practices that Work. (https://www.janegalloway.com/blog/2016/12/5/the-gateways-the-wisdom-of-12-step-spirituality-audio ). Starting with the proven success of the 12 step approach to addiction, Dr. Galloway recognizes that AA can sometimes, despite its openness, feel too much like the evangelical Christian culture from which it was born.  She is able to bring her broad and inclusive spirituality, informed and accessible theological approach and years of practical ministerial experience to bear on developing personal pathways to spiritual growth.  Raised Presbyterian, ordained Assemblies of God, licensed United Churches of Christ and experienced in New Thought, she has literally been there. But for me, she’s mainly a friend. Someone to explore issues of forgiveness and reconciliation with. Someone who’s been there.

I meet with musical colleagues on ZOOM to talk about my “Lockdown Showcase” scheduled for Thursday night.
My first ZOOM show
Although we frequently perform as a band, tomorrow night we’ll need to be together alone. We will need it keep it simple.  I’ve been struggling with internet issues, my audio breaking up. Endless buffering. Sometimes service drops. I call Spectrum  and somehow manage to get through and they can actually send someone. One thing I could not do without in this pandemic is internet service at home. I can’t do a show under these circumstances. A tech support worker comes to my house.  And it seems to work. We’ll see.

I walk in the Park. Enjoy the sun. The flowers.
in the park
Sit and talk with my mom.  Mainly about my (great)  Uncle John Laird,  who for over 50 years served as Pastor of the Frankford Presbyterian Church in what was one suburban but is now urban Philadelphia. My mom wonders if the church is still open. I d some research and find amazingly, thanks to an endowment started by my Uncle John, the church still open. And engaged in a neighborhood to him on his 50th anniversary now sits in my dining room. 

Presbytery General Cabinet is working on how to facilitate it’s first all virtual meeting. This will be a first.  We all are learning.

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Living in coronavirus world 35: made known to us the in the breaking of bread

4/27


Lion on Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. Blvd.


Another cold and raw day like yesterday.

I decide to walk  the winding path that leads from Lenox Avenue to 5th through the Martin Luther King, Jr. Projects.  A sprawling complex of 10 buildings with over 3600 residents built  1950, the King houses  still have a feel of a portal to the middle class. Most of the people who live there are employed in blue collar jobs. The grounds feel cared for. In the center of the complex is a showcase basketball court, surrounded by permanent seating, a perfect place for the summer leagues that draw NBA and college stars to the city streets for the storied street ball tournaments. There is no one anywhere near the court. The hoops have been removed. 

I come out on 5th heading for the bar that looked so open and inviting yesterday. There it is, closed up tight as a drum, as they say. No sign of life anywhere. Was it a just a weekend thing? Or maybe a mirage? Looking for an oasis in this coronavirus desert.  

Amy Millan was the long time leader of the music program at West Park,  beginning with the Enlace de gracia multicultural service  in the afternoon and then the 11 o’cock English service as well. Haven’t seen her in awhile. And then last winter, I ran into her playing keyboard in a Latin Jazz band sharing the bill with friends of mine from Composers Concordance at a club in Harlem.  Today I learned her husband Arturo, in his midfifties,  had just died of the virus, striking the West Park family yet again.  I can’t imagine any protestor demanding we reopen in the  name of their liberty has lost a husband or wife  or parent yet. 

Tonight our Bible Study turns to Luke 24: 13-35, the Easter story we know as The Emmaus Road story. On the road to Emmaus,  Jesus is encountered by a couple of lesser light disciples who at first don’t recognize him. He reveals himself to them, then they go on to a house and invite him to stay for dinner. He makes himself known to them in the breaking of bread.  Then they head to Jerusalem to  tell the original 12 what has happened. On first reading, Russ is taken by the fact he was made known to them on the breaking of bread. I say for me, that’s the bottom line to this passage. 

What is notable here:

* Their eyes were kept from recognizing him. OK,a common theme for Luke. But by whom? And if by God, why? And if not, WHO?

* Th two walkers refer to the recently executed Jesus as prophet. Like Moses pointing the way to  the Promised Land…or the prophets seeing the loss of their country or their seeing clearly the return from exile. The son of man. Another way of saying  "the human one.

* They were looking for the redemption of Israel. Marsha grew up with S&H Green Stamp redemption centers. (Sounds like a megachurch to me!) You’d trade greens stamps for valuable, items.  What doe sit mean in this context?  Like the advent song : "O come O come Emmanuel and ransom captive Israel."...paying off a debt so the debtor can go free…

* Suffering  is necessary for God’s plan of redemption
 Jesus six times in  this Gospel predicts his capture, torture, suffering, death and rising after three days. Why is this necessary? I have to reject any scheme that starts with we are so bad that God has to send his Son to die on our behalf to satisfy God. That has no  attraction or meaning to me. On the other hand , I can see that only one who has suffrered to the depths of human experience can redeem. Who understand  the priest in  Camus'  Plague that no heavenly reward can justify one moment of human suffering, especially the suffering of one child. It is knowing, it is solidarity. Dion knows from 12 step groups ho one who has ben down the road can help another on the way.

* Hiddenness
Another  way of looking at this is that God allows us to understand. Or as Calvin understood it, even the capacity to understand is a function of grace. 

* Breaking of bread
I the 1970’s iteration of the Presbyterian Worshipbook, it was recommended that Eucharost become a weekly event. And that it be introduced by this Lukan massage, not he last supper. Certainly Bishop Spong felt the recognizing in the breaking of bread was the true resurrection sorry and the others came later. In the repetition of what they had done  so many countless times before  they felt  his  presence with them.  In revolutionary Nicaragua, the form of address was companero, one I break bred with. Even the English word companion has the same Latin roots.  

We talk about how prophets foretold not only a messiah, but a messianic age. Not personal salvation, but collective liberation. 

We saw in the next evidence of the conflict between Christians and synagogue Jews, tow sinking Jewish groups. Both subjugated by Rome and classic example of how conquered peoples can be pitted against one another.

SO what do we take from this?
Our Israel, our nation needs be redeemed. Captive to predatory economics and ever escalating class division. In exile from it self, now by the virus, but even before by principalities and powers. 
Only those who have suffered, who have been in  identity with ONEwith  those who have suffered can beincolved in that redemption.
The breaking of  bread symbolizes the collective, the coming Messianic Age, the Kingdom (Kindom) of God , Martin Luther King, Jr’s beloved community.

We’re called to create it now, live in it now, even in coronavirusworld. Luke 24:13-35 New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

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The Walk to Emmaus

13 Now on that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles[a] from Jerusalem, 14 and talking with each other about all these things that had happened. 15 While they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself came near and went with them, 16 but their eyes were kept from recognizing him. 17 And he said to them, “What are you discussing with each other while you walk along?” They stood still, looking sad.[b] 18 Then one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answered him, “Are you the only stranger in Jerusalem who does not know the things that have taken place there in these days?” 19 He asked them, “What things?” They replied, “The things about Jesus of Nazareth,[c] who was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people, 20 and how our chief priests and leaders handed him over to be condemned to death and crucified him. 21 But we had hoped that he was the one to redeem Israel.[d] Yes, and besides all this, it is now the third day since these things took place. 22 Moreover, some women of our group astounded us. They were at the tomb early this morning, 23 and when they did not find his body there, they came back and told us that they had indeed seen a vision of angels who said that he was alive. 24 Some of those who were with us went to the tomb and found it just as the women had said; but they did not see him.” 25 Then he said to them, “Oh, how foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have declared! 26 Was it not necessary that the Messiah[e] should suffer these things and then enter into his glory?” 27 Then beginning with Moses and all the prophets, he interpreted to them the things about himself in all the scriptures.
28 As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. 29 But they urged him strongly, saying, “Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over.” So he went in to stay with them. 30 When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. 31 Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. 32 They said to each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us[f] while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?” 33 That same hour they got up and returned to Jerusalem; and they found the eleven and their companions gathered together. 34 They were saying, “The Lord has risen indeed, and he has appeared to Simon!” 35 Then they told what had happened on the road, and how he had been made known to them in the breaking of the bread.

Monday, April 27, 2020

Livingincoronavirusworld 34: Yesterday I heard the Mr.Softee truck chimes




4/26



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Yesterday I heard the Mr. Softee truck chimes.

 Calling the  children out from their homes into the streets for an ice cream treat.  A sure sign of spring in the city.  Appearing phantom like from out of nowhere, disappearing just as fast. The website says that officially they’re in quarantine,…but…..

A cold and raw day.  There’s now a “keep this far apart” sign at the entrance to Central Park. I walk through the park along the Meer. In the raw damp cold there is an emptiness, far different from the warmth of human presence that filled the  park yesterday. This quiet, this emptiness, makes the enforced solitude, the strangeness of these days, all the more powerful.  I feel very much alone. 

I walk as far east as 5th Avenue and head north. At 111th, there’s a bar with open windows..street side counters…scattered patrons. Hey we’re open a woman in an apron says. It’s appealing. I consider an $11 drink and then decide to head home to  leftover chili and a cold beer.  I note the required mask posters on Lenox. 

Our family gathers on ZOOM. It’s good to see the grand children in Berlin. They’ll start back to pre-school on Monday....teachers are essential workers...At a year and a half, my granddaughter has learned to jump. Like her brother before her, she jumps into life with both feet, wanting it all. Believing she can do it all. Germany is slowly reopening its doors. As always, we talk about food We all talk about food, preparing it, eating it. One of those connections to normal. It takes time. It takes creativity. I wonder how long it will be until I can be with  them again. 

The turnout this week for the We Love Songwriters is smaller than usual. I won't speculate as to why,  just good to be here. CC Eve, in Montreal, tells us she celebrated  her birthday with takeout Quebecois food.  Some people look puzzled. I know what she means. We followed my oldest north and up the St. Lawrence for summer workshops. There are the smoked meats of Montreal. A Quebecois pastrami. And poutine.  Truck stop, road side stand food. French fries with gravy and cheese curd.  Food for cold winters, trappers and lumber jacks. 

We talk about food. We talk more than we sing. CC wants our help on a song she’s working on. “What do we miss?  she says.  A cold pint of Guiness with friends”says Pat. As for me, who basically lives alone, it’s human contact. Non-virtual, real human contact. I miss my boys in Brooklyn. Drinks with friends at the Gate. Pat and I are basically not drinking, although in this circle of singers, I have a Jameson’s. It’s not the alcohol we miss, its the people. I am so thankful  for my walking  partner and our walks.  And I miss harmony. CC remembers singing  in the choir. I remember what it’s like to have my band and 3 or 4 other singers and we stop the instruments and go  a cappella and all the voices meet and embrace each other while maintaining their own unique voice and I feel I’m in heaven. It’s my song but it’s so much better because they are singing it with me, adding voices, adding harmony…(like just the right spices when you are cooking. ) I miss harmony.  These Sunday night get togethers are islands in the stream. I wonder how long  will it be before CC can cross the border again.

Yesterday I heard the Mr. Softee truck chimes.

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Living in coronavirusworld 33: Keep This Far Apart




4/25



New sign in Morningside


There’s a new sign as I enter Morningside Park: KEEP THIS FAR APART with a demonstrative arrow <——————>.  She remembers High School Phys Ed and the “two armlength” rule for safe calisthenics. I say that my friend in Canada tells me that there they are advised to keep a hockey stick apart. We all seek our own cultural references. 

It’s one of those stunningly beautiful spring days.

There’s a young woman sitting near us, painting. She asks us to watch her stuff as she accompanies  her boyfriend to the restroom. I that  see she’s painting the walk way through the southern third of the park. 
painting in the park
She returns. Walks with us awhile.  We check out the feral cats on the rock face across the pond.
feral cat
Do they find sufficient rodents scampering between Morningside Heights and Harlem to survive? Or are they part of a feral cats feeding program?  I notice how many turtles are visible in the pond today. There are new fresh flowers blooming, including on the little island in the pond. Someone must have planted them, cared for them. How do they access the island?
new flowers

We say goodbye to our artist friend, leave the park, through the waning hour of the green market.  Head into Central Park to circle the Meer. See two followers of that strange Chinese Falun Gong cult in their classic poses. 
Falun Gong


As we walk, we talk about the recent revelations about the Prince-DeVos-Koch brothers cabal. Their role in the protests, reminiscent of the Tea Party manifestations.  In Democracy in Chains, Nancy Mears has well documented the decades long strategic plan of the radical right to subvert democracy and establish authoritarian control over the country, its politics and economy.  At this point, the victory is close to complete.  Carried out by a coalition of old line economic libertarians joined by conservative evangelical Christians, their model was tested by Pinochet’s Chile with a constitution that has bound them long after his ouster, leading to the social upheaval of last fall. McConnell and his cohorts don’t even attempt to hide it any more as they seek to use the pandemic as a means of further solidifying their hegemony.  Every act of congress only continues to direct the flow of money and power away from the vast majority of Americans and to the extremely small cohort of elite at the top. (Hear Jamie Cahill’s Intercept podcast https://theintercept.com/2020/04/22/coronavirus-and-the-radical-religious-rights-bumbling-messiah/) 

The virus gives us the opportunity to turn around and go another direction. But it increasingly seems that the struggle to accomplish that will be long, hard and mean.

She laughs and says “Remember how you thought you could never hate anyone as much as Nixon? Then came Reagan, Bush....and now this guy…”

 A goose glides down and slides to a stop on the Meer, its feet skimming across the water as it lands. A red winged black bird alights on a branch very close, its song clear and bright in the air.
Redwinged blackbird
In these days of quarantine,  I am taking more and more pleasure in small and simple things. A host of turtles are sunning themselves on a rock and as I contemplate turtles…and geese ..and blackbirds…I marvel once again at creation and it’s intricacy.  There is no why needed for a turtle and its shell or the song of the blackbird, they just are. 
turtles in the sun

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chili
The aroma of my day’s cooking project, chili, is filling my apartment. Chimayo rojo chili, cinnamon, allspice….meat and tomato….this will be good.
cooking chili


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Tonights’s cultural highlights:

My friend Kristen Leigh Mitchell is streaming live from the Four Saints Brewery in Asheboro, North Carolina. Things must be looser there as at least she, her husband Joe on sound, and the owner serving up craft beers are there. She is a singer-songwriter and theologian and writer who helped me develop my understanding of the connection between creativity and resistance, liberation in the fullest and roundest sense of that word. How artists cannot be demanded to essentiallly be handmaids to religious or social movements simply creating didactic sermons with morals tied up in neat bows. Art doesn’t illustrate the WORD, it is a WORD of its own, to be in dialogue with THE WORD and other words. Inductive and sensed as well as explicit. She finishes with John Prine’s Angel from Montgomery and her own Gratitude, understanding as Walter Breuggeman made clear, resistance begins with doxology.   (https://kristenleighmusic.wixsite.com/kristenleigh)


My friend Marie Mazziotti is one of New York City’s iconic singers.. She can do the blue color work of four hour nights at an Irish pub or win over an audience of tourists at a Times Square bar  to realize she’s not just background music. With over 1500 covers and 35 originals ready in her repertoire, she can not only read a room but play a room. I was honored to record with her once for her last  ep, Hearing Double. 
 (https://open.spotify.com/album/2he0zLgsNYXL5NKXSB14gR?highlight=spotify:track:06kw8dmh58lMl3opCktoyB.).  Tonight she’s the featured artist in a benefit for Leukemia and Lymphoma, Band Together. She makes certain the evening’s goal is met long before her set ends.

Heide Hatry is one of the world’s cutting edge artists. Visual art, neoDada ethos, performance art, she is both transgressive and fiercely humanist in her work. Known most widely for her portraits created from crematory remains, exhibited as Icons in Ash, she explores those boundaries of human experience. (https://www.heidehatry.com/) Tonight she is one of more than 80 global artists live streamed from Pakistan in a video/performance  event entitled The Trojan Donkey. Her own piece, The Time to Defend, is her own response to the current moment. (https://www.facebook.com/search/top/? q=The%20Trojan%20Donkey%20%20Heide%20Hatry&epa=SEARCH_BOX )


The text of her confrontational performance:

THE TIME TO DEFEND OURSELVES IS OVER
THE ENEMY IS WITHIN INSIDE THE WALLS
BENEATH THE MASKS WE WORE TO APPEAR 
MORE LIKE IT
WE’VE BREATHED IT'S AIR FOREVER
ABSORBED IT
WITH OUR FOOD AND NURSED IT 
AT OUR BREAST
SPREAD IT WITH OUR WORDS
NOW IT’S TIME TO  TEAR DOWN 
THE CASTLE
FORSWEAR THE FRIEND WHO COUNSELS PEACE. 


As I watch her, I am thankful for  the strange beauty of the experience of collaborating with her in performance pieces connected to her Icons…exhibits.

Another day in coronavirusworld has ended. 


KEEP THIS FAR APART