Thursday, September 29, 2005

I just got back from seeing/hearing Salman Rushdie read. He has such a exciting imagination; what I mean is that his imagination excites me...it opens up new possiblities. Simple things. Mythical creatures exist when they are conceived by the imagination. He convinces me of this. The word is a powerful thing.
After the reading there was an interview that we could observe (doesn't that sound absurd?) and after the interview he took questions. Brett Dewing asked Rusdie about his position toward religion. Something like a gasp spread through the crowd. (Brett is so good at asking questions.) Rushdie said that religion boils down to two things: origin & ethics. Religion seeks to answer these two things. Since prescribing answers to these two things seems oppressive to Rushdie, he said he has no use, personally, for religion. For the same reason Rushdie held that religion should not occupy the political arena. I found his comments somewhat disheartening; but as I was saying to a friend afterward, "religion and faith are not the same thing". I can't help but think Rushdie has a faith in...I don't know what. His stories are so full of hope so full of the supernatural so full of imagination...it's hard to reconcile his answer with his work. It's funny: when I made this comment to my friend, a security guard was walking by and he got strangely excited; finally he turned around, unable to contain himself: "I've always thought religion was the search and faith the attainment...it's been so long since I've heard someone distinguish faith from religion". I like encounters with strangers.

Monday, September 26, 2005

here are the lyrics to a new song...
(music written on the banjo!)

write your peace in my life
I’m an aimless, nameless, faithless creature!
without your peace without your peace
written in my life.

I forget the story of how we first met;
tell me again, maybe tattoo my heart with your gentle dart

I didn’t remember well; I regret the mistake.
how many ripples can a sinking stone make?

write your peace in my life
I’m an aimless, nameless, faithless creature!
without your peace without your peace
written in my life.

I can feel the tip tug now, pulling my pen into play
(just) like the potter formed by the spinning clay

I hear you keep all my tears in a separate bottle
even though they rarely fall where the naked eye could follow

pour your peace in my life
let it fall beside the puzzle(d) pieces (in my life)
let it fall let it fall (in my life)
(I’m lost without your peace)

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Strange encounters...
I was sitting in class yesterday when the guy next to me turns and says, "will you have my baby?"
I said, "I don't think I can have your baby, man."
He didn't seem too upset.

Late last night as I was biking home this big black guy starts yelling at me, "Hey! You! Is your name Seth!"
I briefly considered lying. "Uhh...yeah"
"Hey whazzup man! My name is Seth too."
He seemed really excited.