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Ben Miller -Biblical Foundations of Literature - English 240
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Born Under A Dark Star: Considering The Shape of The Slave's Narrative

Born Under A Dark Star

 

            I was very impressed with Isaac Bashevis Singer’s novel “The Slave.” He is a natural storyteller, to say the least.  Dr. Sexson always picks great novels for his classes.  It took me awhile to start “The Slave,” I placed it by my bed earlier in the semester and it migrated a ways under, and when Dr. Sexson mentioned it again a couple weeks ago I had a small moment of anagoris, “oh yeah, that book is under my bed, I better read it.”  And so I did, rather quickly, for me anyways.

            What an amazing book though!; the wildest, nerve-racking roller coaster of a story for both Jacob and the reader!  -Oh no, is he gonna get caught? -Is Sarah going to speak out of character? -Does Pilitcky know what’s going on?  The rollercoaster metaphor takes me to what I’ve been thinking about in regards to the structure and shape of the narrative.

            We’ve talked a lot in class about U shaped narratives.  Job started high, a wealthy, happy man and then plummeted to the depths of dreariness, illness, and tragedy. But in the end God lifted Job back up, even a bit farther up than where he began, so in actuality the U would be lopsided, the right hand side a quarter or so larger.  But the shape of the narrative in “The Slave” has a few more, bumps, and is therefore a much more rougher ride. 

            If I had to pick a letter or symbol to represent the shape of the story line in “The Slave,” I would say it’s a W.  Now you may be saying, ‘no, that can’t be, Jacob begins the story in slavery!’  Which fits into the shape of the W in that the story begins in medias res.  Jacob’s already been at the top, had a career, wife and children and he’s already been knocked down during the massacre.  Here the story begins, in the middle of Jacob’s enslavement.  He’s been knocked down, enslaved and his life goes on. 

            From this bottom notch in the W Jacob begins to climb.  He becomes accustomed to his new, though unfair, life; the mountains are gorgeous, the animals his friends, and a lovely woman brings him food and treats once a week.  And he falls in love.  But in the middle of this slow up-climb there’s a rather large bump, or obtrusion.  As Jacob and Wando become close, intimate, and in the midst of their final plans to run away, Jacob’s freed, at a price, from slavery.  What’s a man to do?  His release from slavery should be a happy thing, a joyous day.  But he’s also ripped from the woman he loves.  It’s fascinating, emotional tension Singer tells here, brilliant.  

            At first I wasn’t sure how to describe this complex bump in the W. Is it an extra, complete downswing?  Or upswing? He is released from slavery…  But now that I think about it, the bump or obtrusion works well: in the middle of the climb up, /, the story hits a large obtrusion, <, so that thus far our story line looks like this:

 

\       __               

  \   <

    \/                                    

 

            I added the flat line to indicate how I feel the next section goes: neither up nor down.  Jacob finds himself engrossed back in his native Judaism religion and culture, something he should be ecstatic about, but he’s in a bind.  He’s in the midst of a not so optimistic epiphany, a reality check: not many Jews abide even remotely close to the entire Talmud, compared to himself.  And he was torn from the woman he’d fallen in love with, though even that was a “half sin,” I’ll call it – his wife did die so he’s allowed to take another, but he didn’t know she was dead and he was following his evil lustful desires. 

            But then the shape continues up again, Jacob can’t take it anymore and must find Wanda – I believe it was because of a dream he had, where Wanda was carrying his baby. 

            Wanda’s in bad shape though.  The shape of her story line is quite different than Jacob’s now that I think about it. She’s in the dregs of an immense rock bottom swing or notch: Jacob left without a word, the town thinks she’s crazy for falling in love with a Jew, she hasn’t eaten in weeks… and she’s seeing visions…her prophetess abilities are a complete other blog I may have to get into. 

            However this is another excellent example of how truly incredible Singer’s writing abilities are. He’s imagined two incredible complex characters, each with their own complex story line shape interacting in amazingly complex ways, each character with a different source for their passion and lust. 

            Back to Jacob.  He and Wanda are together again, starting from scratch, but with one, not so minor, dilemma: Wanda’s not Jewish, and it’s obvious.  But the Jews will never know if they change her name to Sarah and pretend she’s mute! Perfect, right? Wrong.  Jacob’s mind is constantly in agony, worried they’ll be discovered, ridiculed, and killed.  But all the while Jacob’s esteem from his townsman seems to grow, making the whole situation that much more nerve-racking.  I would perhaps symbolize this section with the little squiggly key on the keyboard that’s never used, ~~~, and remember the story’s at a semi-high point now, Jacob and Wanda, err Sarah, are together, trying to start fresh, far from all the past suffering and hiding, which really hasn’t gone anywhere but perhaps just switched victims.

            Setting all of Jacob’s mental nervousness and tension aside, this part of the narrative is a wonderful time for the two lovers.  They are able to be together, study the Talmud, build their own house, and eat and live as free as possible.  Sarah is actively engaged and interested in learning Jacob’s Jewish background, become a Jew herself.  Jacob is thrilled she learns so much so quickly, asks good questions that mean she’s really paying attention. 

            However Jacob’s work life is another matter; “As is usual in the affairs of men, the relationships were complex, and all were based on deception.” (180) While he was a teacher things seemed to go better, were less stressful to an extent.  But once Jacob becomes the man in charge of managing the fields, I feel it is the tipping point, downward, into his next deep slump.  Although the baby is on the way, and is of course a reason to be happy, thrilled, the pregnancy also adds to Jacob and Sarah’s worries; will she be able to remain silent? She’s already revealed herself once but luckily the ignorantly pious community thought that was a miracle. 

            As Sarah prophesizes, the pregnancy goes horrible and she dies – an incredibly significant death because not only does Sarah die but Wando too, Jacob’s now lost three women in a sense, and two on the same day.  Jacob’s left alone, again, at rock bottom.  But there is a child.  Yet he’s so devastated, and the community so scared that the child’s a dybbuk and cursed, Jacob hardly even gets to see his child.  And then he’s excommunicated, dragged from town by dragoons.  And then the story takes another turn, an upturn, and Jacob becomes the fugitive.

            From here on out I think the shape of the narrative continues up, a steady climb for the better.  Jacob finds himself free again, crossing fields and lush country, embracing the open air and water as best he can without being caught.  When he reaches the river and gets acquainted with the ferryman Jacob’s attitude changes significantly, with the advice of the ferryman and the emissary.  (The Ferryman was by far my favorite secondary character; his wise, simple advice and insights into the nature of humanity deserve a much longer discussion, which I hope to get to in another blog.) With the abundance of advice and insight Jacob receives at the river, he returns for his child, and the shape of the narrative continues up. 

            Once Jacob reclaims his child – and ironically names him Benjamin, ‘a Ben-oni, a child born of sorrow.’ – the story moves quickly, twenty years pass from the end of part II to the beginning of part III. (Quick side reflection: It’s kind of eerie to know where your name originates from in the bible.  It makes me wonder if my parents knew the origin and meaning of my name.  If I was actually a child born of sorrow?  I hope not, but I guess it’s certainly possible.)

            Jacob’s “Return” back to Pilitz as an old man is remarkable.  His strength, passion, and love for Wanda reigns supreme over any sort of punishment or banishment that’s supposed to keep him from the city.  These final pages continue the shape of the narrative up, even though Jacob’s body declines.  The entire time he’s back in Pilitz Jacob seems to become more at peace with the events of his life.  Even when he gets severely ill in the poorhouse he doesn’t entirely lose it, fear the end because he knows “The very act of dying is a sacrificial offering” (306) and an arrival.

            I was mesmerized by the image of Jacob, an old and incredible ill man, walking from the poorhouse to the study house, “which was just across the street, taking small steps and stopping frequently to rest.” I can imagine it now, an elderly, half-bald man with a huge white beard teetering oh so slowly across the street.  He has his sack slung over his shoulder, weighing him down so he’s hunchbacked and can hardly see two feet in front of him.  And he’s so happy.  We’ve all seen that elderly man, he looks as if each step is as much work as planting a full-grown tree, taking a break after each shovel full of dirt, each step.  We feel like we ought to help, ought to carry him or something – as Deeds did in the Adam Sandler movie.  But he doesn’t need help, as Jacob says, “Thanks you. There’s no need. Don’t be offended.”  These men know exactly what they need to do, they know and accept each day, what’s coming; we ‘young bucks’ are the ones who need help and are utterly lost.

            Now lets return to our narrative structure, shape: the W.  At the end and conclusion of the novel it should look something like this:

 

{\             ~~              *

    \       _/      \           /    

      \}  <          \    /

        \/               \/

 

            Well, that looks a bit more complicated than I was intending but I think I can make it work.  The first two down slants inside the fancy parenthesis indicate the missing start of the story, before the in medias res beginning where Jacob’s nestled in the bottom of the first \/.  Things get better as he falls in love, until the bump or obtrusion, <, when he’s released from slavery.  Then he returns for Wanda, another up-slant, which leads to their escape and transformation into a fresh Jewish life.  But this life is uneasy though still a high point, symbolized by the squiggles, ~~, placed at the peak in the middle of the W.  Then another down turn with Jacobs new job, the pregnancy, birth, and death that leads him to his second rock bottom \/.  And then it’s all uphill; another escape, fugitive run, meeting the ferryman and the emissary, return to reclaim his child, raising the child (part of the twenty year lacuna), and finally the return to Pilitz, and ultimately the return to Wanda *. 

            I guess I probably should have wrote my paper on this since I rambled on for so long.  I actually didn’t post this for a couple days in case I did decide to take the easy route and use this for my paper. But, alas, I can, and should, always write more. 

Thanks for reading.  P.S: My cheesy W diagrams looked way better in a word document, for the record ;) 

           

               

      

   


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Friday, 6 November 2009
Moved to words, and nearly tears, by those of Natalie

Minutes ago I finished the most powerful story I’ve read in a long time; Natalie’s story of her father.  Though unbelievably sad, and unexpected, it’s an amazing story of love, friendship, nature, climbing and life and death.  It was so moving I had to write about it myself, in order to be able to focus on my other homework.  I haven’t read all of Natalie’s blogs yet, but I intend to.  As soon as I finished her most recent entry, I went to the next, and then I went to her first blog to put the border together, the story of Natalie’s final hike with her father. 

            I don’t really know what all to say.  Natalie, you are an amazingly strong woman, stronger than most, if not all men, physically climbing mountains and mentally experiencing the most tragic event possible, the untimely death of a loved one in the most intimate way possible.  My heart, prayers and best wishes go out to you, your family, friends and anyone who knew your dad. It’s clear he was an incredibly beautiful man.  

            As a son who’s close to his father and spends plenty of time in the mountains with him, it sounds surreal to even imagine such a tragic, intimate experience.  Though through literature, language and words I’ve been able to vicariously experience a tiny, tiny sense of what that would be like, from your story. Keep writing Natalie, and hiking, because I’m sure your dad would agree, you’re incredibly talented at both. 

As I was about to post this entry, I noticed the title I wrote had a relatively strong iambic rhythm, which inspired - as of course did Natalie's story - some poetry:

Moved to words, and nearly tears,

By those of Natalie,

 

She brought to mind those deep, dark fears

We’re all afraid to see,

 

But it’s her story, and long lived years

That are what set us free.

 

So breathe her words, these mirrors,

An image for you and me.      

 

      

                 


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Thursday, 5 November 2009
class notes 11/5/09

Class notes 11-5-09

Read Blogs, especially Natalie’s. 

-Willy Wonka’s notion of time: there’s too much of it and not enough to do!!

-Christianity notion of time: The Apocalypse

-Kingdom of God or Reign of God, foundational concept of three Abrahamic religions: Judaism, Christianity, and Islam

-For Jews the Bible is the Hebrew Scriptures; For Christians it’s the Christian Bible, and for Islam the Koran. 

-Monotheism vs. the three Gods of the Abraham religions; what do we do? Bring on intolerance.

Greatest Novel’s of the Twentieth Century: Pale Fire, Ulysses, Shadows on The Hudson – another book by Singer.

-Test Nov. 17- read Plotz, Frye, come up with questions; Study!!

-Ecclesiastes, from Greek, ecclesia = gathering.

-The Gospel Of John: chapter 20:one of the greatest pieces of literature:  deception from the side to create drama, woman not realizing that Jesus is there talking to her, though she thinks it’s just the gardener. 

-Good Literature has a moment of anagnoris: recognition; epiphany,

-John chapter 21.15; more excellent literature.  Do you love me more than them? 

-Jesus is and English major, Peter, not quite, he’s more of a dunce.

-Three greatest tragedies, Book of Job; Brothers Karamazov; and King Lear;

-Understand the Bible metaphorically, rather than literally;

-Trial of Socrates, and death: eerily similar to Jesus, accused of corrupting the youth and refuses to stand up for his prosecution because he believes in the immortality of the soul; he’s fed hemlock as his punishment. Socrates remembers right before he dies that he owes a cock to Asclepius, and asks Crito to pay his debt.  

            -The more we know the more we know. –What a tautology.

-Asclepius- associated with symbol of healing and health: a snake wrapped around a staff.

-Two ways to think of the Parousia, the second coming; literally or metaphorically

-Kingdom Of God: literal of metaphorical, phrase is referred to more than 100 times throughout bible. 

            -Drinking the Kool-Aid- from Jonestown – mass suicide – world coming to an end

-Eschatology – philosophy that we’re living in the end of the days.  Literal or metaphorical; literal: the end is coming; metaphorical ‘realized eschatology:’ don’t take it literally, but metaphorically, we are always living at the end of time.  “The world didn’t come to an end. Or did it and we just didn’t notice?”  The Kingdom of God is right here, right now.

-Brothers Karamazov – Father Zosima, an elder; knew a fellow child who was sickly happy, all the time.  Because he knew that there was no paradise except for the one we’re always in at the present.  Reid Hall, Bridger Bowl, our Bed, at the table sipping coffee; life = paradise.

The Bible influences 40-50% of literature, probably more 

-Lets talk about Grapes -Title, The Grapes Of Wrath –from Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe, taken from Revelation 14.19-20, which is taken from Isaiah 63;

-Thomas Hardy’s poem, Hap –

-God makes us suffer in order to create stories full of characters, drama, suffering, comedy, tragedy, and on and on.   

-Rio is now Radar-

-Dr. Sexson “gooey, goopy poop.”  Stomping on grapes, metaphorically thnking of stomping blood.

-Frye, 217-18 “tremendous vision of a blood-soaked deity treading the winepress alone in Isaiah 63 is one that has haunted us ever since with its terrible beauty;”

 

 

     


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Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Class Notes, Tuesday Nov. 3

Class Notes: 11/3

-Bach’s Suite No. 1 Cello solo; some of the best music ever.

-Reading, should be through Old Testament, through the Gospels of John. 

-This week and next week we’ll be discussing the New Testament

-The New Testament is based on Christianity; Islam, though, is the largest religion.

Judaism, a chore, task, a lot of work, whereas to be a Christian, all you have to do is say you are. 

Term Paper:  Option 1: Discuss the connections between The Slave and The Bible.  Option 2: What I now know that I didn’t know before and what difference does it make.  Option Three: Custom paper, check with Dr. Sexson.

The Question: Does the Book of Job have a Happy Ending or Not? Neither?  Frye tells us that a different redactor added the Oreo crusts later.  And we should leave it as it is to maintain the narrative U structure.

-The entire Bible, Old and New Testament, is a Comedy according to Frye, it has a Happy Ending. 

There is some consistency, since the Bible starts out with something devastating, the fall, and then the climb back to the top, revelation.

-Apocalypse:  means Apo / calypso, take away the veil, lifting of the veil

-Revelation deals with violent imagery, “if we life the veil of misunderstanding we will see the world as it really is.” 

-It okay that the Bible has inconsistencies, confusion and messy areas because nothing is perfect, but as a whole book, the bible definitely has a beginning, middle and end, narrative structure, mythological archetypes.

-Depend on Plotz for the summaries of the bible we haven’t discussed.    

Blogs:

            Shelby’s musings on the New Testament, reactions to trends, cultures, people, environments. 

            Amanda’s Blog, check it out. 

Christianity 

            Roman Overlords destroy temple for second time, but during the growing time before many sects arose, some extremely dark; a time for Messiah to appear. 

Why do Christians carry around the luggage of the Old Testament?  To validate claims of the New Testament; 

            Buddha comes in with Doctrine of Great Awakenings;  Essenes, – Google it,  Jewish religious group from 2nd century BCE to 1st century CE; eschatological – doctrine of philosophy that says the world is going to come to an end.  And Libertines then say we should all party!!  The Left Behind Series.

 Armageddon: the last battle between good and evil before Day of Judgment.

Apocalyptic themes: end of the world in 2012, end of the Mayan calendar.

William Miller’s Millerites, at the new Millennium, another group of apocalyptic worriers.

Gospel of John;

            Synoptic gospels, Mathew, Mark, and Luke; and the Gospel of John.

            Ashley’s blog, beautiful wordpress blog.  Her discussion about reading essays she was responding too.  She notices the genealogy in The Gospel of Matthew, another P writer.  She says the Gospel of John is different in that it’s poetic.

            Gospel of John, more poetic;

                      Gospel of Mark, clean, urgent, unadorned, always talking with parataxis, using “and” all the time, the six year old telling his mom the emergency.  In third grade we finally learn the value of subordinate clauses. Hemmingway was heavily influenced by the Gospel of Mark.

            The Gospel of John opens with one of the most theologically dense passages of literature, bring us all the way back to the beginning, ‘In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” The Word, the Logos, the flesh of Jesus,

            Chapter 3.16 – one of the most quoted lines in all of Christian scripture. 

            4.1 Jesus and the woman Samaria. Jew asking drink of Samaritan woman; the good Samaritan. 

-The definition of a parable, an attack on the structure of your expectation.  What you think is going to happen doesn’t.   

-The Parable of the Prodigal Son: The story of the Missoula brothers, the good and the bad, why does the bad brother get the party, the sacrifice, dad’s greeting, love, money; father remarks to son complaining that he’s more faithful, “you’re with me all the time.” 

 -Only one person knows what baptism, thanks Karen!  Baptism, sheep, bread, wine, concrete images of archetypes; Baptism, the symbolic recreation of death and resurrection.  At least you get to hold your nose!! Today, these rituals have been “watered down.” 

Book: "Their Eyes Were Watching God"

 Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates 

                     


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Thursday, 29 October 2009
class notes 10/29

Class Notes: 10/29/09

 Best dorm to trick or treat in = Roskie

 -Prudential wisdom (practical) vs. skeptical (darker) wisdom, in Ecclesiastes the pointless, futile, vanity, hebel = breath; think about Samuel Beckett’s short play, one act, one breath.

-The Book of Job: The Fenemies’ excuses for Job’s treatment.

-Hamlet and Polonius, skeptical and prudential wisdom.  Polonius thinks of himself as a teacher, wise, his advice to Laertes, “Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”  And that is excellent advice, in the vein of prudential wisdom.  Later he says, “to thine own self be true,” yet Polonius isn’t even true to himself. 

-Hamlet, the skepticist. His soliloquy, similar to Job’s wailing; 

-Do we go to heaven, or hell, at the age we were when we die?  Why can’t everyone go to the afterlife young? 

 

-Blogs-

            -Katherine’s blog- “Eureka” Job, Chapter 42:2-5;

Two archetypes of views of gods: Greek, pagan, man centered; and the religious, submissive, God centered. 

            -Read Thomas’ poem on suffering. 

            -Fletcher’s entry on Balaam and his donkey

            -Read Nick’s Blog, darker probing into the bible. 

            -Lisette on Psalms 23

 

-The Book Of Job-

            -Chapter 14: Carpe Diem! –Life goes quickly, enjoy it while it lasts. 

            -Chapter 19.19 “escaped by the skin of my teeth”

            -Ch. 29, 30, every chapter.  Challenge to God at the end of Ch. 31

            -Elihu- the younger, slightly smarter scholar

-The Epiphany: sudden manifestation of the divine, in Ch. 38; God Answers.  “I’m God, I made everything, and who are you, mortal, to question me?  Buwhahahaha!!”

            -Chapter 42.2-5; redundant parallelism, “hear by the hearing of the ear,”

            -Seven sons and three daughters, ‘the daughters of Job’

            -Masonic – Free Masons, secret ceremonies. 

 

-FRYE- Read pages 191-197 on Job for test.

            -The U shaped narrative, a character falls from a higher place, mentally or physically, to a lower one and then ascension back up.

            -The disconnection or disproportionate relation of the crime to the punishment. 

            -Interestingly Frye accepts the ironic ending of Job, because of the structure, the U.  Whish insinuates that the bible may be more comedy than tragedy, only in that it ends happily.  –Similar to Dante’s Divine Comedy.    

-Only four people have heard the word Islam, which means submission. 

For Tuesday, read Nick’s Blog on The Gospel Of John, the odd Gospel out, why?    


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Mid Semester Reflection and The Book of Job

This class is hard, but importantly so.  It may seem that my senioritis is taking over completely and my blogs are nothing but notes, but in actuality I believe I’ve already taken more from this class than I expected.  Although Dr. Sexson always challenges me to read some excessively long book and somehow I do – first Don Quixote, then His Dark Materials, then Shadow Country, now the bible, and two dense Frye books along with the novels – this semester has been different, for me at least.  Regrettably, I knew at the beginning of the semester I wasn’t going to be able to read the entire bible.  Still, I started off with high hopes, which didn’t last much past Genesis. 

            So I focused on Frye for a while, and have read the first three chapters of The Great Code, am panning on reading the forth tonight or tomorrow morning, and then tackling the prestigious fifth chapter.  Though I wallow extremely slowly through Frye – mainly because I underline every other sentence and jot down every other page number, which probably doesn’t help my over all comprehension – I am oddly entranced by his writing, language, and superior criticism.  In literary criticism we blogged about “light bulb” passages, or places where Frye made sense to us and inspired further discussion; I plan on taking this approach to Frye again soon, perhaps on a larger – florescent bulb – scale. 

            But I wanted this entry to be about Job, since that is where the class discussion is currently spinning around.  The Book of Job:  To be honest I’m at a bit of a loss as to what I think about Job.   If he could complain that much, twenty or thirty chapters much, was he really that sick and afflicted? I think he was fakin’ it – douche. 

            I was interested to learn in the intro material that “The name Job, which could be translated ‘enemy,’ corresponds to Akkadian names with such translations as ‘Where is the divine father? And “Inveterate Foe/Hated One.”  Hmm, Job was predisposed to be some sort of adversary with God.  But who is the bad guy, the enemy?  God or Job, or both?  If I had to answer I might say both, but more so Job is the enemy, of God and himself. 

            Though we called Job’s friends ‘frenemies’ in class, I think they got a bad rap for the wrong reasons.  For starters, are they not at least halfway decent friends for merely visiting Job, considering the disgusting and horrible condition he’s in?  “They met together to console and comfort him” (2.11).  Indeed their intentions were benevolent; but Job’s pessimistic attitude and remorse seems to rub off on his friends, causing what appear to be unsympathetic remarks from them. 

            What’s up with all these men “tearing their robes, weeping, and throwing dust in the air,” too?  Job even, “shaves his head” immediately upon hearing his horrible news.  The image of these grown men shredding their robes, pulling their hair, and pawing and throwing the earth into the air is tragic and comic, a tragicomedy scene of sorts, over emphasis for sure, but to the extent it seems absurd.  He already lost everything, why does Job rip up his only garment and shave his hair off?  Of course he’s going to get sick, he’s running around screaming and wailing, without a shirt, hat or hair!  Any mother knows that’s the perfect recipe to catch a cold, or the plague for that matter. 

            I do want to point out that as soon as Job “curses the day he was born,” he wails, “Why did I not die at birth, …; then I would be at rest / with kings and counselors of the earth / who rebuild ruins for themselves, / or with princes who have gold, / who fill their houses with silver.” (3.11-16).  Comparing himself to Kings with houses full of silver, princes with gold, sounds pretty greedy to me. 

            Job’s friend do supply snippets of good insight, maybe almost wisdom.  Eliphaz remarks that “human beings are born to trouble / just as sparks fly upward.”  Bildad reminds us that “we are but of yesterday, and we know nothing, / for our days on earth are but a shadow.”  And it is Zophar who helps us remember that, “Wisdom is many-sided.”  All the while Job impatiently wails for God to justify his condition, or to kill him – which would be assisted suicide in a way, a Godly way I guess, but still a tangent form of suicide. 

            In chapter 16, when Job says, “I have heard many such things; / miserable comforters are you all.”  Damn, is that any way to talk to your friends, friends who have traveled to see you, ripped up their robes, already been silent and solemn for seven days, and are now merely trying to distract their suffering friend from his affliction through “friendly” dialogue?  What a Jerk, that Job; have a little respect for your buddies. 

            Interestingly, at the end, around chapter 30, the archetypal conflict between age and youth comes to the forefront.  Job bashes the youth, who mock him, spit at him, and increase his undue suffering.  Then it is a youth, Elihu, who speaks out next, insightfully and, for the most part respectfully.  Elihu’s passage on how “God speaks in one way, and in two, though people do not perceive it;” was quite interesting; the language of dreams, visions, pain, aging. 

            However I was struck at how Elihu’s hubris, especially of his own reckoning of his supposedly vast wisdom, overshadowed his actual advice, at least for me.  As an arrogant little kid, he seems a bit out of place – and definitely seemed to come out of nowhere – among these old friends.  Yet he does have some insightful remarks; “Your wickedness affects others like you, / and your righteousness, other human beings.”  And that “God thunders wondrously with his voice; / he does great things that we cannot comprehend.”  This ‘young buck,’ though he thinks he knows it all, he certainly doesn’t, but he does know a little, and of that he seems to keep things simple; that sometimes it’s impossible to understand, interpret, or justify what God does, and our time can be better spent.

            I’ll be honest I was quite perplexed by the Book Of Job.  At the end, the whiner gets everything back, twice; as if he was that annoying toddler, begging and wailing and screaming for a soda or some candy; and the only way to get him to stop is give in!  I did enjoy the Lords questions at the end though, their sublime open-endedness, and roundabout way of justifying the irrelevance of justification. 

            Enough for tonight.  I’m headed home to read more of The Slave.  At about halfway through the book, it’s really heating up, the fugitives are on the run, and I believe there’s another woman on the horizon to complicate things a bit more.  Should be good….          


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Tuesday, 27 October 2009
class notes 10/27

Class Notes: 10/27/09

-We’re all thieves!!  Especially the MOON!!

 Biblical Reading – should be through the Old Testament, beginning New. 

-Next Test Nov. 17. 

-For today and Thursday: The Book of Job

-Keep Reading:

            -Frye Ch. 5 Seven aspects of the Bible; The Slave; and David Plotz.

-Start thinking about Term Paper: Perhaps, One, the way in which the Bible relates to The Slave. Or, Two, What I know now that I didn’t know before and the difference it makes.  There must be at least two references from Frye’s, Great Code.  And lastly, third, you may do a different topic that Dr. Sexson okays.  Term Paper criteria: 5 pages, formal format, cite outside sources, include works cited.

-BLOGS- 

            -Rio’s blog: a discussion with Natalie, her comment on “being trapped in our time period, with preconceived notions,” well written and inspiring. 

-Next assignment, read each other’s blogs and learn, blog about it.  It’s Fun! 

            -Natalie’s Blog: “The Book of Living Biblically,” by A.J. Jacobs, her thoughts after reading the introduction, how the author is going to “live biblically.”  Is it Possible? 

            -Alex Thomas: The Book of Susanna, and Stevens; with the help of Wikipedia, Shakespeare, research on paintings; The Musical Metaphor; carnal universals, desires, knowledge;

            -Eric’s blog: Reflection on poetry by John Donne. 

-Joni Mitchell’s Book of Job Song, the chorus as Job’s visitors; really neat, effective way of alternating visitors and Job.  Good Line, “Better I was carried from the wom to the grave.”  A really good song, period.

-Cowen Brothers movie, No Country For Old Men, from Cormac McCarthy’s book, from William Butler Yates’ poem.  Check out Cowen brother’s new movie, ‘A Serious Man,’ based on The Book of Job.

            -Jesse’s Blog: You Tube of David Plotz discussing the dumbest Jew he’s ever seen, Samson, the embarrassment;

            -You Tubes on The Book Of Job, from Alex’s blog; first The Traditional view, then the not-so-traditional view.  “Two wildly different treatments of the same source material.”  Entertaining and enlightening, Thanks Alex.     

-Jesus was a Jew, so what’s the deal with Christian’s anger that the Jews killed Jesus? He wasn’t even Christian!!

-THE BOOK OF JOB- An Oreo cookie, the goods are in the middle.

            -The Crust Material-

-Prologue- “The Lord Gives and The Lord Takes; Be Patient”  -Epilogue- “Patience Rewards twofold.” But we need the middle, the good stuff, the narrative, and the action.   

            -Frosting Begins in Chapter 3-

-Frenemies- close enemies.  –Retributive justice: good things for bad people, bad things for good people;

-Job curses the day he was born. “Let the day perish wherein I was born.” Ouch, pessimistic to the max!  A tragic sense of life.  Derrick’s comment, “The book of Job as a drama,” Plays of Escalus, “Prometheus Bound.” 

-Dark tragedy, the dark heart, to have never been born.

-“Why is light given to one who cannot see the way?”  False hope…

-Get movie, “My Dinner With Andre.”  Incredibly gripping conversation.             

-Movie- “Iris;”

-Human beings are born to trouble.

The prologue and epilogue as the fairy tale Job, which most traditional view buy into. 

-Talmud- Google it.      


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Thursday, 22 October 2009
Thursday notes

Class notes: 10-22

Movie Reflection:

-History = his story.  Story=mythos; The story is more important than the history.  The Jews were able to remain religious and faithful by the story, keeping the story alive about their religion while in exile.

-Read Plotz and you’ll be prepared for the test.

Important chapter from Frye for next test: Chapter 5.

-1st king of Israel: Saul. 2nd King: David.

  -Exceptionally long timeline that the bible was composed, from 2000b.c. to the discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls, in 1945.

-Highbrow vs. Lowbrow literature, wisdom, and life. 

-Prudential – lowbrow, meant to have practical advice. Proverbs: spare the rod and spoil the child, a penny saved is a penny earned, a watched pot never boils

-Speculative/skeptical – highbrow;

-Wisdom can only be communicated,

* We’ve been brainwashed to think language must be clear and descriptive, rather than ornamented, elegant, and metaphorical. *

-The bible can be described with the U, the parabola, the u shaped narrative.  Start high, slide down to the bottom of some experience and work back up. Parables of Jesus; the unexpected.  

-Dickinson, “tell the truth, but tell it slant.”

-Like that was awesome, like awfully cool, like so totally badass, doode.   

-There is a distinction between wisdom and knowledge.

-Book by Harold Bloom: “Where Shall Wisdom Be Found”

-Wisdom: The things that people come to understand that penetrate the mysteries of life that are often, unfortunately, negative. 

-Rio’s godly hands.     

-Frye page 121, In the book of proverbs 19:18, “…responsible for more physical pain than any other sentence ever written. “  Spanking.

-The father’s advice to his daughter, “don’ talk to boys!” Polonius giving advice to Ophelia, “don’t talk to Hamlet.”  But Polonius tells his son, “have good table manners, and watch out for these three things, wine, women, and song.”

-The Book of Job, and Ecclesiastes, exemplary books that deal with wisdom.  Skeptical books.  “Vanity of Vanities; all is vanity”  Everything  is vain, futile, in the end we’re all food for the worms. 

-The book of Job is like an Oreo cookie.  First the prologue, than at the end the epilogue, but in the middle, the good stuff, Job, whining, bitching, dealing with everything. 

-The question of questions:

-Theodicy, the attempts to justify suffering through God

-Tragedies, dealing with pain, the dark heart of skeptical wisdom.  Somewhere, someday, maybe the suffering of a child can be explained, perhaps for future generations to learn from and reach higher levels of peace and tranquility.   Yet the brother, from Dostoyevsky’s novel, says he’ll, “humbly return his ticket” rather than have gods justify the suffering and pain of a child.  It’s too horrific. 

-Skeptical wisdom even acknowledges that wisdom is vain, along with everything else.

-“There’s nothing new under the sun.”  “Eat drink and be marry, for tomorrow we die.”  Carpe Diem – Seize the day!!!

-Check Jamie’s blog for musical enlightenment. 

-Read nicks blog on music.  Music is everywhere.  The Whole earth is a conductor of music.  All music, all the time, 24/7/365. 

-The greatest passage of literature Dr. Sexson has ever read: the last part of the book of Ecclesiastes; 12:1-8.  Enormously consoling.; Everybody’s in the same boat with a slow leak, so let’s look out for each other. 

Daily statistics: 

-One person has eaten Oreos, me.

-Three to four people know of children who’ve been abused.

-Eight to ten people have had a dog or puppy die  

  


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Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Class Notes: 10/20/09

-Read Book or Job and Susanna, compare Stevens and Susanna; read The Slave; there's a lot to do.  

-A skimpy class today, is everyone sick?  If so, stay away! 

-Reading the whole bible: perhaps the biggest literary challenge ever, a chore or sorts.

-A Nova Clip: sophisticated smart clip

The P writer arrived late on the scene, had hard task of putting everything together. 

Possible answer to how the Jews survived. 

Invention of writing, Semitic, a Venetian intention, perfected in Greece and Rome,

Art and biblical themes,

Frye:

Page 50, top of page, Israelites and Moses were not black, but were slaves, people in bondage, and so black slaves were mythological ancestors of the Israelites, the archetype of the slave, trying to be free of bondage.

Missoula Montana, fishing, Funk, the bible, myth and fact.  The Jesus Seminar, Project.

The two German Words, in Frye, page 50, Holy History and Actual History; the holy history is way more interesting.  “Before Karen was born there were omens in the sky, celestial phenomena that portended some amazing event was going to happen, Karen was born and immediately jumped out of her crib and shot a polar Bear!!”

Page 50 cont: “traditional language would say that Myth redeems history”  “Easiest to see in Myths of deliverance” the biggest myth of deliverance: the bible.  

The Mobile God in a box, the arc of the covenant.  Thanks Indiana Jones.

Read Susanna in the apocrypha, a.s.a.p. 

Biblical tales are constantly influencing literature, millions of examples. Absalom, Absalom.  Any canonical text is going to relate to or reference the bible. 

A bit of world history from the clip; Joshua, a military story; The Hill of the Foreskins – what an image; Judges 11 or 12, grotesque; Ruth will be presented by a group; Samuel, great literary book; David, great stories of David, sees Bathsheba, He wants her!  David arranged for her husband to get killed in war so he gets the woman.  Solomon, associated with wisdom, judicial decisions, the wisdom of Solomon, he has 1000 wives, builds the greatest temple to Yahweh; Kings, similar to Shakespeare’s early plays. Early history, one story, story of greed and power, slavery, kings, presidents.

-Movie, very good, part documentary, part cinematic performance;

-The book of Susanna, artist depictions. 

-Frye’s attempt to examine the bible as a poet would want to understand it, in The Great Code.

Three greatest tragedies ever written, the worst that could ever happen, especially innocent suffering: King Lear, Shakespeare; The Brothers Karamazov, Dostoyevsky; 

The Book of Job: Poetic testament to the nature of suffering; how the Israelites managed to continue faith in exile. “Why do innocent people suffer?”  Job’s suffering, boils, friend say he probably did something wrong.  Could that be? Greatness of Job determined by possessions, hmm, interesting 

-The popular culture theory of Job: the patience of Job, but Job’s not patient at all, these people have never read the bible. 

-The biblical Satan: an accuser, as in a trial, the devils advocate always bringing up the contrary view.  

-Job’s possessions stolen, a really bad day, servants die, but his wife remains with him, not part of the punishment. 

            


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Monday, 19 October 2009
What a weekend.. Reflected with the help of Stevens, Food, and Music

            What a weekend.  I expect this blog will be as random, confusing, and perhaps interesting as my weekend.  This could well be my blog that wraps up the good day, the bad day, Wallace Stevens, food, Nicks blog, Don Quixote, and maybe a dash of Frank Zappa; why not? 

            For starters I must confess that I’m behind in my biblical reading, not as bad on my Frye, and have pretty much completely disregarded Plotz and supplemented Nick’s blog.  For some damn reason I cannot get myself into the swing of this semester; senioritis is definitely a part of the cause, relationship trouble another part, not ever having a day off due to school during the week and cooking on the weekends, three lit classes, and the all around anxiousness for winter to completely arrive so I can submerse myself in some cold smoke powder.  Am I whining, complaining, and making excuses?  Yes.  But mostly venting, venting some much needed thoughts under extreme pressure. Pftchsssss… Ahh, a bit better already.

            A friend, and new roommate, of mine introduced me to Frank Zappa earlier this year; not actually Frank, he’s dead, but at least his insurmountable plethora of quirky, insightful music.  For those of you who aren’t familiar with Zappa it’s 

probably because he was way before our time and even his.  He lived from 1940-1993 and wrote, directed, conducted, performed, and produced over 70 albums and a handful of movies.  Yet surprisingly he’s not an immensely popular, at least for modern standards, musician, but in his day he was the essence of a rock star.  Anyway, Zappa has a song, a long song called The Adventures of Greggery Peccary, and depending on the version and album, it’s usually four movements long.  Now, Greggery Peccary is a pig.  He’s a pig that goes on adventures, but the song, the version I listened to, was an instrumental and so the music influenced the listeners imagined images of Greggery’s adventures.  Well, this got me thinking: adventures in movements, parts, divisions; Don Quixote, Cervantes epic, is also a story of adventures in two parts.  And Quixote’s adventures are nothing short of outrageous, funny, yet serenely insightful and truly sublime. 

The best part: the second half of Don Quixote continues from the first, with the same characters, settings, and an onslaught of adventures, but there’s one big difference; everyone IN the story has read the first part of Quixote’s epic adventures, and knows how silly Quixote can be and easily manipulated and gullible he is.  A step further, albeit a shaky, rather somewhat absurd step, consider the bible: The Old Testament and The New; two parts, an original set of little books (adventures) and then updated, creating an incredibly similar set of new little books (adventures).  I cannot help myself from believing that Cervantes was to some extent parodying the bible: a first book of outrageous adventures that people believed in, and then a second that continues the ridiculousness with even more believers.  At first in Don Quixote it seems as if the people involved in the knight errands affairs are purely poking fun at him, taking him for a fool, comic, and someone who isn’t in touch with “reality;” yet in the second part everyone is more involved and a part of making Quixote’s reality as outrageous as it is; in a sense they partake in his foolery as much as him, creating the reality they think is so absurd.  Very clever, and curious.

            (Right now as I write this, two grown men started into prayer after having coffee and conversation together at the table next to me, whoa.)

            Curious about the Wallace Stevens poem Dr. Sexson mentioned, I clicked on to Nick’s post about Susanna and Wallace, which he begins by saying, “I have often heard from scholars' words that truly the universe is vibrations.”  Immediately I was reminded of a paper I wrote a year or two ago about poems by Wordsworth, “Intimations of Immortality,” and Percy Shelley, “Hymn to Intellectual Beauty,” which both contain wonderful poetry about an “awful shadow of some unseen Power,” where “every common sight / To [them] did seem / Apparell’d in celestial light / The Glory and the freshness of a dream.” Nick’s entry has an abundance of entertaining examples of how things are vibrations, then goes on to write, “Matter is, in a sense, a great melody.”  And is right by saying that “there’s music in everything.”  A vibration resonates, sound soothes, feelings are tamed or executed, an array of vibrations releases resonances. 

            Earlier this summer I went on a hike.  After a mile or so on the main trail I branched left, straight up a steep hillside to the top of the ridge, a fairly brutal hike.  On the way down I stopped at a couple interesting rock formations jutting out of the hillside.  When I was done exploring a second formation I sat down on the hillside for a water break.  It was evening time, a couple hours from sunset; the air was calm, plants green, and canyon walls gorgeous.  As I was looking around taking the landscape in a decent size rock started tumbling down the hillside, about 100 yards away from me.  It was at about the same elevation and rolled for 60 yards or so before coming to a stop.  I was kind of baffled.  There were no animals on the hillside, no birds around, only me and a rock rolling down the mountain; I was so curious how it started rooling.  I half laughed, half sighed and honestly thought of Percy Shelley’s Hymn, the “Power / Floats though unseen among us, - visiting / This various world with as inconstant wing / As summer winds that creep from flower to flower.”  The earth had vibrated, shifted, resonated, moved, gasped or been overcome by an unseen Power and sent this rock rolling along. 

            Wallace Steven’s poem “The Idea of Order at Key West” also deals with “it,” the power or force from a dream.  “Whose spirit is this?” Stevens writes;  “If it was only the dark voice of the sea, that rose, or even colored by man waves; if it was only the outer voice of the sky, and cloud, of the sunken coral water walled…” Needless to say the poem is terrific, and Stevens goes on to write, “It 

was her voice that made the sky acutest at its vanishing.” Stevens certainly emphasizes the vocal resonances of the unseen power, one that through the woman’s singing creates the world beyond belief, imagination, and nearly poetry.  It’s notable that Stevens chooses Susanna, a biblical woman for his Peter Quince poem and that the singer in The Idea of Order is female.  At the end of his post Nick mentions the important role and element of female empowerment.  Peter Quince is quite a poem and I definitely don’t think I can do it justice but I do love the beginning, the “music is feeling, then, not sound; and thus it is that what I feel, here in this room, desiring you.”  This is a gorgeous opening, comparing the beauty and desire a woman emits to the sounds and feelings of music, vibrations.  And in the Idea poem, the woman is the singer, the maker, “and singing made.”  In a way women are more metaphorically godly because they can give birth; they keep the melody of vibrations in constant flux.  And all the meanwhile they’re purposefully creating confusion for the male who can never rise above his animalistic, savage, bawdy, impulses.  Clever women. 

            Yeah, you may have noticed I have no idea how I’m going to tie this all back around to the bible, perhaps it will unconsciously on its own.  I was getting a bit tired of Dr. Sexson referring to my long repetitive parallelism entry – I don’t want that to be what I ’m remembered for, it wouldn’t be worthy to have a legacy of repeating things directly below each other.  Therefore, I have to figure out how else I can biblically extend this post. Ahh, yes. I still have yet to tell you the story.

            In the mornings on the weekend I cook at a small, local calfe; you have to find it to experience it.  This weekend, Saturday morning sometime around 10, 11, or 12 to be exact, I found my self in an uncommon situation.  For starters, I was a bit out of it Saturday morning for obvious college reasons.  The day began mellow enough, then I got slightly reprimanded overcooking potatoes, and then it started getting busy.

            When it started getting busy I noticed Tim, a hilarious, jolly, stubborn old man walked in and took a seat near the grill, by me.  Now, Tim is old, a bit ornery –we hear from his daughter – and has to be on oxygen all the time.  He still drives for some reason, but the best part is he drives a small red pickup truck with two large, large oxygen tanks mounted on each side of the bed of the truck: an genuine red rocket truck.  He won’t et his family “put him up in home,” he loves to be independent, socialize and go out to eat on the weekends.  This weekend was nearly his last. 

            After cooking through a little rush, I went into the back to get something from the fridge.  I’d fed Tim a while ago, and a number of other customers too, and I need to restock the grill area for the next round.  When I was in the back room, I heard Tim start coughing, harshly and forcefully.  I walked out to the grill and he was still heaving, coughing really bad, eyes closed, hand at his mouth, grunting, gurgling, coughing, choking.  He face was starting to discolor a bit; I walked straight over to him, said, “Tim are you breathing?”  He didn’t really nod yes or no, kept coughing a really strange nasty cough that didn’t seem to be getting better.  He didn’t seem to be full-on choking, but the cough was terrible, not getting better.  He’s old, I was concerned about hurting him if I did the Heimlich, but I was not about to watch someone choke to death on the food I made them.  I did give Tim the Heimlich, lightly and stopped.  He was still coughing badly; the Heimlich didn’t seem to help.  By now quite a few people are concerned.  Then his cough changes, he nods, murmurs, and breathes.  Whether or not I “saved” or helped Tim through his misbite may never be known.  He didn’t seem to acknowledge either way whether he really did need the Heimlich, but I could tell he was glad it didn’t happen to him alone.

            And my day kept going.  It was actually my mother’s birthday and we had some relatives in town, we all went out for a nice dinner at Over The Tapas.  If you’ve ever been to Tapas, you know it’s a bit cramped.  Well I was seated with my back to the isle, and when the buss boy, or host, I’m not sure he wasn’t our server, brought our waters – right after we were seated – he spills one all over my shoulder, and fairly nice shirt, for me.  Okay, no big deal, its just water.  I get my beer, I’m happy, and food arrives and I eat. 

            When the waitress spouts off the deserts, I ask her to go over the frosting on the cupcakes again, I missed ‘em.  She says, “Almont butter, pistachio butter, and chocolate delght.”

            I quickly decide, “I’ll take the almond butter please.” 

            She nods, goes to walk away, stops, turns back to me and says, “I’m so sorry, we’re out of almond butter, I forgot…” 

            She’s horrified, humiliated, and I kind of laugh.  “I’ll take the pistachio, that’s fine.”

            “Okay, I’m sorry, I get that right out,” she stammers.

 It was the perfect way to end the long, odd one that began 12 hours before the cupcake arrived. Hope that was a long enough, and erratic enough, blog to beat my repetitive parallelism entry.  It certainly took me long enough.                         


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