May 25, 2013
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Advanced Acoustics: Reordering Solitude
You need a symphony of sound around the baseline
A sure series of circuits, glorious reunions, fading connections
lonely sharing -
8am he writes on Facebook: I just bought milk
What is it you want me to follow?
New formations of good news
7:30pm on Twitter he writes: Burger King never tasted soo good!
A symphony of sound around the baseline - servant obligations, mechanically delivered, easy invitations - follow up - check yes, no or maybe
inspired by one liner confessions, neatly phrased quandaries and witty preachers
If Jesus is the answer, what are the questions
If Jesus paid it all, what kind of currency did he use
Look for truth at all costs
Ingest one liner leadership like a car with no breaks
as if I need breaks to follow shifting speeds, casual evasions, red lights
I see signals that cannot be ignored, I'm looking for directions to the banquet
You say come as you are to the church but to the banquet I must come prepared
This is a complex invitation
Where's the symphony of sound around the baseline?
show me the paradise promised in nursery rhymes
simple tales to follow and repeat, follow and repeat
dreams written in chalk not easily washed away,
dates on ice cream trucks with mobile freezes for desperate hearts
in pursuit of overpriced traveling treats
Show me the seduction of mother goose
I keep trying to forget that the three pigs talked only of new houses to move into
rehearsing primal chants of property rights
we are not afraid of the big bad wolf because we have become him
lost in an appetite for consumption, lost in grace
earned favor, you found me lost in grace
Can you get lost in grace?
Can you get lost translating symphonies of sound?
O God, once again, you found me lost in cheap grace
You need a symphony of sound around the baseline - name the symphony
call it facebook, call it poetry, change its name to encounter,
relations with roots to grow, name the symphony seeds,
blame the baseline if the seeds push it to the background,
adjust circuits for balance
It was a familiar invitation. Follow me to the banquet. They had no doubt heard this before. They had memorized the placing of utensils, the rituals of banquet exchanges, become accustomed to occasional interruptions, received recorded promises, seen neatly cropped displays of promised connections...he didn't recognize the invitation of the primordial, eternal twitter
He came with clothes not fit for a matrimonial banquet. How would he know? As if deep joy doesn't need a process. Carnival rides must be put together. They do not come pre-assembled. As if we stop hurting when we say so. As if the invitation were enough. As if the kingdom of heaven doesn't defy description. As if it is merely a matter of gentrified chicken. Lady freedom went to KFC, she asked the chicken 'When did I become expendable?' The chicken replied, 'Right after they changed the packaging.'
You may change the packaging but you cannot change the peace.
Freedom bows down at the foot of grace.
Freedom is the instrument and the sound, trust and transfer like water and resistance, a circus of form. Freedom is envy's cousin sleeping on a mattress of equal twigs and giant decisions experiencing insomnia restless for rhythm, blues and limits like Adam's tree, Dylan's middle finger, Adonis and Aphrodite, our collective symphony
Luther says 'Blood alone moves the wheels of history'
blood must be nourished, it moves in vessels, small veins,
revives weakened flesh, supports mainframes
we need a symphony of sound around the baseline - trinitarian audacity
O God, we who weep now, we who are hungry now, we who bless when others curse, we come now in your name, on your credit history, a sure series of circuits, tutored in the existential subtleties of branding the terrible majesty of love's reign,
with new tools to sing the song you sang before you ever opened your mouth,
with the grace beyond Eden's goods and evils,
and the feast that is claimed in faithful preparation,
wearing the clothes we inherit to follow you
We come a symphony of sound around the baseline
Genesis 1:1-5 "In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. The God said,'Let there be light'; and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day."
Begin again. Come back to the beginning.