November 13, 2012

blashphemous expressions

Religious or spiritual expression seems to always start from the same logical fallacy:  If it is impossible to provide an answer to a certain question, therefore the answer must be God.  For example, we do not know precisely how the universe (as we perceive it) came to be.  There are a number of ways to approach this lack of knowledge.

One way is to say that we don't know, and don't want to provide a definite answer right now, but that--using what science we have--we are working on finding out.  Maybe we will find out, maybe we won't.  Chances are that in looking for such an answer, we will find out a whole lot of other stuff along the way.  This is a good answer because it allows us to keep exploring the world with an open mind and never allowing our sense of what is real to become concrete.  Honest scientific inquiry ought to be free of any historical or cultural bias and, if an experiment happens to conclusively disprove everything we've believed for the last 2000 years, then such a realization ought to be celebrated as an opportunity for humanity to step forward and mature.

Another way is to say that, since we don't have an answer, and since the question seems unfathomable, that therefore God must be responsible.  This is a good answer because it means that one doesn't have to do any more thinking about the subject.  The universe and all its doings crank, confusingly, but reassuringly around and around in a beautiful Ptolemaic model of the stars.  The most confusing and unpredictable events can be attributed to the caprices of our invisible keeper.  The notion, moreover, that we might question such caprices, or that such caprices might be tied to greater principles of existence; graspable if we put our best minds to it--as we did with gravity, relativity, music, continental drift, evolution, and many others--is a blasphemous expression of those foolish enough to question the will of God.

insomnia, act 5.

the strings that lift my hands haven't quite frayed through
i can still flop them over the keyboard
a couple of times before they snap
and i flop down into the bed
like a useless jumble of painted wood

i still have the fist of consciousness
jammed up my behind,
propping me yet on the knee of wretched wakèdness
to play, beyond all reason, to an empty theatre

i'm a spectre, bathed in blue limelight
for the early to rise set to remark upon with a grimace
as they pass the window, huddled in their coats,
against the icy rain

and the sky is only just now getting light.

November 10, 2012

The National Post vs the Globe and Mail

I quit reading the Globe and Mail because I couldn't stand the obsequious puff pieces on Stephen Harper written by John Ibbitson anymore, and I couldn't manage the condescending and ignorant (to say nothing for plagiarized) work of Margaret Wente, and I couldn't stand the erection of the pay wall, and, in general, I felt as though the Globe was commenting on the world and its doings like a well sheltered downtown condo dweller peeing round fancy their fancy curtains into the busy street below.

So, observing that a bunch of writers had jumped ship from the Globe and gone to the National Post, I decided to take up the Post and see if I could live with it. Yes the National Post is extremely right-wing and also elitist, but I can live with that sort of thing as long as the people writing are thoughtful about their positions; as long as I feel like they are trying to start conversations as opposed to simply spewing mindless and unconsidered propaganda (e.g., Ibbitson).

Maybe I was being overly optimistic. Anyhow, any hope I had went out the window when the National Post handed a typewriter back to Conrad Black and began publishing his ill-considered opt-ed pieces again. Black is so insufferably pompous and biased that I am not even able to make it through his articles for the sake of humour. Not only this, but (unlike most stories, which remain on the front page for a single day) the Post insists on letting each of Black's missives linger at the head of their webpage for days upon days, irritating me every time I open their website.

I don't know where else to turn; the CBC I suppose...but I also get bothered by their folksy patriotism. Bah.