BIRTH OF A BABY BLUE BIRD
Safe inside your cedar ark, you break your thin blue shell.
Of grass and sky and clouds that fly,
Of these you cannot tell.
With wings that weep and beak so weak, your days in darkness grow.
To eat and sleep, to softly cheep,
Is all that you can know.
What called you to your portal hole on shaky legs to stand.
The light beyond, the church bell's song,
To look, your God demands.
As through a seaman's glass you peer.
A single eye stares terrified,
Your body clutched with fear.
At beauty so alluring, it covers you with dread.
For this paradise you must sacrifice,
The comfort of your bed.
But ancient longing grips your heart.
A memory old, a speck of gold,
That prompts your wings to start.
And push you out from excel, at first to flap then fly.
Your second birth upon this earth,
Your baptism in the sky.
Bathed in beauty now you see,
Spirit and feather tethered forever.
The bounty of your destiny.
Cliques and Clans: G. K. Chesterton's Thoughts on Them"
A clan is defined as Celtic groups comprising a number of households whose heads claim descent from a common ancestor. A clan is God ordained as its members are not chosen by man but by God, as no man can choose his relatives. Therefore, God makes the clan and in doing so its members are diverse. As Chesterton describes them, they are people with "fierce varieties and uncompromising divergencies" who "seek to promote their own principles." In today's society we no longer live in clans but we do live in God-chosen groups of people in the form of families, both immediate and extended, in the form of neighborhoods, and in the form of local communities. A clan is the people near us we have not chosen.
A clique is defined as a narrow or exclusive group of persons - one held together by a presumed identity of interests, views, or purposes. Therefore, a clique is the opposite of a clan as it is chosen by man and not by God. The members of a clique are chosen for their sameness and are, by definition, narrow. In today's societies cliques exists both in person, often in the form of brick-and-mortar clubs, and virtually, online. As a whole cliques form around a great variety of identities and interests but individually they are comprised of sameness. A clique is the people near us we have chosen.
Therefore, clans and cliques are opposites. Clans begin small and grow larger while cliques are smaller groups extracted from larger ones. Chesterton writes, "A big society exists in order to form cliques. A big society is a society for the promotion of narrowness." He states this because "In a large community we can choose our companions. In a small community your companions are chosen for us." Cliques are popular because families (clans) are messy. Neighbors and communities can be messy. They are not always peaceful, pleasant, or coherent. Quite the opposite, they can be full of "discomforts, dangers, and renunciations" which Chesterton says are the necessary components for sociability and all things good, strength building, and adventurous. It is only through "weak nerves" that we seek to "shut out the real world" in order to escape "decisive intellectual competition" because we are "terrified by its largeness and variety".
Chesterton, however, is not without his understanding that we all have moments when we "cannot endure the innumerable faces, the incessant voices, and the overpowering omnipresence which belongs to the mob." That we will have weak moments when we "hate mankind when we (he) are (was) less than a man." These feelings are "perfectly reasonable and excusable . . . as long as it does not pretend to any point of superiority." In other words, as long as we do not retreat from the clan to join the clique under the pretense that we are somehow wiser, better, more adventurous, and stronger than the clan because it is the clan that truly provides adventure, romance, and requires strength.
Cliques, therefore, have their place as long as we do not negate our primary responsibility to the clan. Our commitment to stay engaged with the people God has chosen for us. Chesterton writes that "old scriptural language showed a sharp wisdom when it (they) spoke, not of one's duty towards humanity, but one's duty towards one's neighbor." For even a duty towards humanity can be cherry picked. In today's language we dismiss the clan, our families and neighbors, under the guises that "life is too short" for such difficulties and instead opt to draw "healthy boundaries." But such self preservation is not in our best interest. (Outside of actual abuse, of course.) Chesterton writes, "But in order that life should be a story or romance to us, it is necessary that a great part of it, at any rate, should be settled for us without our permission." So whether we wish to call someone a villain, a hero, or a clown, they are still part of our story until God writes it otherwise. For a story entirely of our own making can only be narcissistic and dull. Full of "so much hero that there would be no novel." In conclusion Chesterton writes, "We make our friends, we make our enemies, but God makes our next-door neighbor."
K. A. Shows
quotes from "On Certain Modern Writers and the Institution of the Family" Heretics 1905
The Life Of A Leaf
From what place in the forest did your tender bud bloom,
The birch, the ash, the maple tree's womb?
From what slender branch did your mother give birth?
From what height did you emerge a new son of the earth?
Your soft green skin unfurled to the wind,
To capture the sun which way did you bend?
What shadows did you cast to cool and to shelter,
To comfort weary travelers from summer's great swelter?
What storms did you weather that burned, bit, or blew?
That taught you to love from a new point of view.
What note did you play in the great forest symphony?
When the Maestro of Autumn set your heart trembling,
and you took to the sky, like the birds you'd been wooing,
and embracing the air to dance your undoing.
Did anyone see your moment of glory? Or know that your heart was so brave?
When you landed on a soft bed, a rock, or a watery grave?
Does it matter? Does it matter?
Must we endlessly reason and flatter?
Isn't it enough? Isn't it enough?
Just to have lived?
by K. A. Shows
The Importance of Artistic Anonymity
The summer between my freshman and sophomore year of college I worked as a character at a large theme park I'll not name. It was a coveted job among the theme park employees and because of the park's high standards, we were sworn to secrecy. In other words, we were to only say we worked in the "entertainment department" and we were forbidden to take our picture in costume while holding, i.e. not wearing, our costume head. If caught, the film would be destroyed (yes, I date myself) and we would be fired on the spot. The theme park's reasoning? To keep the magic.
And they were right. The characters are artistic creations and Webster defines an artist as one who is adept at deception. Artists create illusions which, if brought into the light of reality, will break. Pop like a fragile bubble. And as consumers of these created illusions we call art, we do not want to see what we paid for ruined. For example, we do not want to see Giselle smoking a cigarette at the backstage door as we are leaving the ballet and we do not want to see Santa Clause entering the bathroom on his union break. Such exposures pop the magic bubble and destroy the illusion. Therefore, art has to be protected if it is to have its intended effect, if it is to heard, seen, and understood for that which it was meant. And the responsibility to protect falls mainly on the artists themselves.
Over the millennium artists have chosen to remain anonymous and their reasons have been many. For some it has been spiritual. Artists who wish for their art to create a connection to God often abstain from pursuing individualism in their endeavor to create egoless art. Even artists wishing to create a connection only with the world, if their art is to say anything true and/or beautiful, must position themselves be observers of the world without altering it by their presence; using a true scientific method. When Charles Dickens come to America he was already so famous he was greeted with parties and parades everywhere he went and I dare say he saw very little of real America. It was G. K. Chesterton who said that the fiction of the novelist is truer than the facts of the historian because the novelist "looks forth from those strange windows which we call the eyes, upon that strange vision that we call the world," to know better "the real sentiment that is (was) the social bond of many common men."
Methods by which artists have remained anonymous have most often involved using a different name. In today's world of social media remaining anonymity has become increasingly more difficult. Not only are pictures posted on the internet in mass but book publishers, in particular, demand that writers build and maintain public personalities. Authors are expected to have social platforms thousands of followers high by which projected profits can be predetermined. With authors expected to become public personalities, talented writers are often turned away and/or the quality of their work becomes diminished.
Walt Whitman's quote, "The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse," expresses well the humility of our collective humanity; laying a foundation to the idea that individualism, ego-filled art, breaks the connection between people, art, and God. Therefore, the platform can not belong to the artist but to the art. And if we must, as artist, occasionally stand upon it (because anonymity on Banksy's level probably isn't realistic) then let us endeavor to neither in speech nor in deed, take our heads off and break the magic.