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Monday, March 6, 2017

Oedipus, Trump and Hitler, The Wall, Pink Floyd

This will be a stump of a future post (oh, how often does one start that way and never come back to finish!!??) about Oedipus and the urge to improve oneself or one's nation by removing the Other.
     In the Oedipus myth they did it: they thought the way to ensure the safety of their city was to kill the monster that was causing all the death and destruction. They awaited a saviour to make everything all right again. Oddly, Oedipus was both the one who understood the riddle - ie that evil is within us - the 4-legs-in-the-morning, 2-legs-in-the-noontime, 3-legs-in-the-evening one - and the one who played the saviour and made Thebes feel safe and rescued for a bit.
     Things went horribly wrong, due to the whole killing-the-father-marrying-the-mother thing, and of course they had to kill someone to cut that evil right out of Thebes. But the seed of the whole situation was way back - it was already in the ruling family before they had their beloved baby son brought up far away so that he couldn't possibly fulfil the awful prophecy.
     Which of course was the mechanism for his not recognising his father or mother and the means by which the prophecy was able to be fulfilled - fulfillment by attempted avoidance.
     The evil was within them right from the start - actually from before the start.
     The saviour that was supposed to purify them by removing the evil monster - he killed the Sphinx, didn't he? actually brought the original evil right back into the heart of their civilisation.

     Hence Trump doesn't have any more hope of making a better world by building a wall and only keeping pure Americans - however he defines them - and sending everyone else away or refusing them entry - than Hitler did.
     In my youth I thought we'd learnt those lessons and any countries still caught up in internecine wars would eventually see sense. How one-sided do you have to be to be blind to the feelings and point of view of the people that a quirk of time and geography has deemed to be your enemies?
     Now I think we're in a downward arc of the circular nature of things.
     And I think all those who ask "how could all those supposedly nice people in the 1930s support Hitler?" are about to see how.
     My hope? That rather than strictly circular, we're in more of a "two steps forward, one step back," sort of a system, and that enough people have progressed morally sufficiently to recognise the beginnings of a recurring pattern and to keep speaking out and doing something about it until the pattern can be reversed.
     And may we have more and bigger steps forward, and fewer, smaller, slower steps backward.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Toujours Charlie?

C'est une grande partie de ce que j'aime de la culture française - la tendance à tout analyser - comme moi aussi je fais à tout moment. Les animateurs à la radio ce soir se demandent pourquoi on dit "Je suisCharlie", ou pour certains, "Je ne suis pas Charlie parce que ..." - avec de bons arguments sur les deux côtés. Certains, par exemple, disent "Je ne suis pas Charlie" car ils ont honte de ne rien avoir fait - Charlie Hebdo a eu le courage de se manifester contre la censure et de continuer dans leur esprit de 68ards. Puis il y en a d'autres qui disent "Je ne suis pas Charlie" parce qu'ils n'aiment pas du tout pas mal du contenu de CharlieHebdo. Moi j'ai vu cette revue, mais un peu seulement, je suis sûre qu'il y aurait des choses dedans que je trouverais de trop, mais j'en apprécierais la plupart. J'ai bcp aimé le Canard enchaîné - je ne sais pas si ça continue ou non. Mais peu importe, moi je dis "Je suis Charlie" car on est tous en danger de perdre la liberté d'expression, et non uniquement par la parole. Je ne suis pas très courageuse, mais je trouve que cette question est tellement importante, et je suis énormément encouragée par la flotte de "Je suis Charlie" partout dans le monde, et par les 15 minutes d'infos consacrées à cet événement, et à la veillée à Aotea Square, vendredi soir - les infos de TVone qui normalement passent une minute ou deux sur chaque question plus ou moins importante avant de passer aussi vite que possible au sport.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Dame Felicity Lott (and Elizabeth Mandeno) at Rannoch

I'm just home from a stunning evening of beauty and wit.
Dame Felicity Lott and husband Gabriel Woolf regaled us with a selection of love songs: childish, lyrical, comic, witty and cynical, with a smattering of poems and witticisms in between. For the last song, the trio from the end of  Der Rosenkavalier, Dame Felicity was joined by Sarah Court, beautiful mezzo soprano, and Elizabeth Mandeno, soprano, ravishingly beautiful in white and gold, with voice to more than match, all three singing on the mezzanine above us.

Dame Felicity was as gracious and warm and alive as she was in the film of La Belle Hélène which so captivated me, at Mum's "Greek Odyssey" end of year treat film a year ago - she played the most beautiful woman in the world when pushing 60 and surrounded by deliciously beautiful young parisienne actors, and utterly pulled it off. I was struck then by how thoroughly sexy and beautiful she was, and how she seemed utterly at ease with herself - "bien dans sa peau", as we say in French. Yet throughout the evening (there was a Q&A after the singing) she several times referred to her "complexes" and lack of confidence, and how being chosen by the great conductor Karlos Kleiber (spelt phonetically, sorry, hope it's close to right) to sing an opera gave her confidence - "if I'm good enough for him ..." she thought. Not a trace of a hint of any lack of confidence (or indeed ability - her very-high pianissimos were amazing) in her performance tonight - yet she told me afterwards that she was sick with nerves before going on tonight. It never goes away, huh?

Left me topped up with delight and Art and Song and the sense of a wider world.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Muslim Scholars' Letter to ISIS: Mercy greater than Wrath

I won't even attempt to lay claim to any hope of future regularity - but here is an important thread in the weave of our current day.
For all four of my followers, and anyone I might badger with emails.
I will attempt to attach the link to the above, and my comments on it from facebook.
https://www.facebook.com/LetterToBaghdadi

Got the link OK!
Now for my comments immediately upon skim-reading:

'I think the main point of this whole letter is that, from a Muslim point of view, God's mercy is greater than his wrath.
So far I've skimmed it and it seems well reasoned. I don't hold out much hope that it will have any great effect on the ISIS leaders as they will be able to dismiss it as quibbling, if they are they type they seem, ie so firm of conviction that any opposite argument will be rejected without deep inspection. But it might help in two other ways: one, prompt many a young Muslim tempted to think that the extreme violent way is the most pious way (which this letter firmly argues against), and two, encourage non-Muslims, and especially Westerners, including Christians, to see that the extreme, violent and anti-women "Islam" so beloved of our media is not considered valid by such a large and knowledgeable sector if Islam.
See also previously-posted video of Reza Aslan in discussion on separating "Muslim" from "Violent and anti-woman".'

All best,
Teufel

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Chris Norman & David Greenberg Duo: Amazing Concert

Brief notes on a fantastic evening: this duo of fiddle (two kinds) and bellows pipes/wooden flute/tin whistle played  a range of music from Cape Breton through Ireland, Scotland, the Borders, to Bach and Telemann, foot-tapping, singing, bursting with energy and humour to add to their virtuosic talents. They were fresh from teaching a week-long course in Waipu, with the Nova-Scotia link, and refreshment at the Buddhist centre in Kaukapakapa.

If you missed them, they'll be back next year - they've been coming annually for some years now. Tonight's concert was held at the St John's Theological College Library in St Johns, Auckland.

In a way, a bigger venue would be good so more people could hear them, but it was SOOOOOO nice to hear wooden instruments close-up, with no microphones or speakers, and neither too loud nor distorted. Stunningly beautiful sound.

Stuart Maclean should get them on his Vinyl Café show (CBC).

Thanks to Chantelle for alerting us to it - and we saw a couple of familiar home-schooling faces there - and enormous thanks to Noël for a divinely delicious dinner and superb conversation and entertainment.

       - Teufel

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

A Proud Member of the Chimney Sweeps' Club!

I hereby declare myself a member of the yet-to-be instituted Chimney Sweeps' Club!
This is in reference to an image from Robert Browning's Bishop Blougram's Apology, in which an atheist and a worldly Bishop discuss religion or the lack of it, and the grey area between faith and doubt, whichever side of the dividing line you fall, or whichever colour of the checker board you happen to have drawn for the game.
  The image is all about the suspense felt watching a boy leap nimbly along the roof ridge - once he falls to one side or the other the spectacle is over; all the interest's in the boy still a-balance on the line between.

   " ... You see lads walk the street
   Sixty the minute; what's to note in that?
   You see one lad o'erstride a chimney-stack;
   Him you must watch - he's sure to fall, yet stands!
   Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things.
   The honest thief, the tender murderer,
   The superstitious atheist, ....
   ....
   We watch while these in equilibrium keep
   The giddy line midway:  one step aside,
   They're classed and done with.  I, then, keep the line
    ...."

                                                         lines 391-401


   This long poem repays re-reading and re-reading - I find I have marked many passages in it. Not as delicious as "My Last Duchess" or "Fra Lippo Lippi," but if anything richer in resonant images and layers of thought.

Tschüss!

   -Teufel

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Didn't Win, Not in Top Five

So need to vote for me, but I still recommend reading the top five.
The link was unwieldy but googling "NZ Writers' College short story competition" brings it up pretty easily.