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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Insomnia



Once more
dehydrated and mush-eyed
on the ragged edge of cuticles and too much coffee,
following a corrugated cardboard briefcase
for organ transplant,
routine appendectomy and beheading,
it’s four a.m. on the old-time gospel hour.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Nyx or Nox, Come Find me Now


Nyx or Nox, come find me now;
send owls from shadows
and let me drink the wild honey.
I’ll sleep in oracle caves
on Venusian mountains
or distant frozen moons,
perchance I’ll dream
perfumed dreams.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Living Next-Door to Baba Yaga



He came home from the morning worship services at church and slept in his bed for four hours and was still tired.  Exhausted, really.  Earlier that morning, he’d drank a cup of coffee before driving with his family to the church building.  He shuffled through the dark hallways, turning on lights and unlocking doors.  When other members of the congregation began to arrive, he snuck off to his study with another cup of coffee and secreted away another 20 minutes of sleep before the service began.

After his nap (still tired) he ate a small reheated lunch (the rest of family had eaten without him while he slept) then sat outside in the backyard with a book of science fiction.  He read and dozed fitfully in the shade.  It was still warm, but not unpleasant.  A light breeze moved the air around and he never felt stuffy, or that he couldn’t breathe – just fatigued in his muscles and bones.

And there was something about the house next door that disturbed him.  What could he say about his neighbor’s house that hadn’t already been said (in terms of outrage and disgust) by the Neighborhood Executive Action Committee?  The offending house was painted mauve, orange and pink; the roof was shingled with bright blue slats.  All of that could have been overlooked if it weren’t for the scrawny, yellow chicken legs upon which it stood.

Maybe it was no wonder that he was so tired, that he slept, but never rested, that he slept but was never refreshed. Was he cursed, living next door to Baba-Yaga?  Could that explain why his eyebrows were growing out of control? Each hair, unruly, asserting its own direction and unsustainable lengths.  He cut them; they returned.  He cut them, they came back redoubled. Was he, could it be that he was cursed, living next door to the boney-legged woman with a Slavic accent?

She’d moved this house again and again-whenever she grew bored with her surroundings.  She lived, at times, next to the Great Pyramids of Giza, Stonehenge, the Nasca Lines, and the solemn silent heads of Easter Island.  Now the house stood, and scratched in the dirt, in central Iowa and he was restless.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

An Autumn Owl


An autumn owl
disturbs the cat
I’m not sleeping either

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Sleep


Sleep photo sleep_zpsee420805.jpg
Sleep - pen, ink, pencil, chalk, collage
Sleep (detail) photo sleepdetail_zpscb9a0919.jpg

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Orange Flavored Tea



Orange flavored tea
while it’s snowing outside
nights without sleep


Thursday, November 1, 2012

Sleep, All Hope (Sleep, All Desire)





The song’s title comes from the French poet, Paul Verlaine:

“A vast black sleep
falls over my life
sleep, all hope
sleep, all desire.”

Friday, September 28, 2012

The Sound of Me Not Sleeping

This is the sound of me not sleeping.



In addition to the material I recorded myself, I used the following souds from the Freesound Project:
Zs1 

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Alone Where it’s Dark




I sit in the servant’s quarters
alone where it’s dark,
it’s dark and it’s late
and the drugs are wearing off,
the drugs that have given me
miracles and signs and wonders
in the heavens and on.

Check my pressure and pulse
nod to the fire and pillars of smoke,
nod to the darkness,
but I can’t sleep with these remains.
Will I be judged for the call?

The bugs may crawl
among you with small resistance
but she will hand me a robe in Jerusalem
and we will look out the window
at the smoke in the valley.

(2012)

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Living into the Visions


As the stars flicker into the purpled dusky sky, the prophet Zechariah extinguishes the flame from his lamp. He says a prayer before he sleeps – ‘Lord of the Universe, it is true, that before You there is no night, and the light of the world is with You. You make the whole world shine with Your light. Keep me as I sleep.’

Zechariah sleeps as the moon climbs into the dark skies over the city of Jerusalem. And in his sleep he looks up into the darkness at the intersection of heaven and earth and sees a grove of aromatic myrtle trees. The trees are rooted in the depths of the abyss, “the extremity of the world …at the extreme limits of life (Ollenburger, 750).” The dark seas are filled with danger and mystery.

A wind whispers in the branches of the myrtles carrying the fragrance of Eden into the night. The whole world is quiet, but the air is charged, tense, expectant.

In the shadows of the myrtle trees he sees a man riding a red horse, and behind him more horses – red, chestnut, and white – pawing at the ground and snorting. They are powerful creatures.

Zechariah turns to the angel that is now suddenly standing next to him and asks, ‘Sir, what are these horses doing here? What’s the meaning of this?’

The angel-messenger answers ‘Let me show you.’

Then the rider of the red horse speaks up, ‘These are those whom YHWH has sent to patrol the earth.’ And now the horses deliver their report to Angel of YHWH, the rider of the red horse,’ We have patrolled the earth, and lo, the whole earth remains at peace.’ They are Yahweh’s agents sent to patrol the earth. They are God’s dominion over all of creation and have unlimited, universal range (Ollenburger, 751). They are the hosts of heaven, the angel armies of God returned from a reconnaissance mission.

Hearing their report, the Angel of YHWH cries out to YHWH, ‘Oh, God-of-the-Angel-Armies, how long are You going to stay angry with Jerusalem? How long will You withhold mercy from the cities of Judah on which You have inflicted Your anger for the past seventy years?’

And from the darkness of the grove YHWH speaks words of grace and comfort to the Angel of YHWH, who then addresses Zechariah: ‘Proclaim this message, it is Yahweh’s message – I am jealous for Jerusalem and Zion. And I am extremely angry with the nations that are comfortable and at ease.

‘I’ve come back to Jerusalem, but with compassion this time. I’ll see to it that my Temple is rebuilt. My cities will prosper again. I will comfort Zion again. Jerusalem will be back in my favor again.’

Zechariah is commissioned to preach the return of YHWH to Jerusalem and his compassion and consolation for the people. But his message isn’t just a “there, there” type of consolation. Zechariah is to alert Israel and the world that Yahweh’s determination is to change the world – to rearrange the present order. YHWH is remaking, recreating the world, and restoring the world to its proper order. Governments are going to be cut off and cast down, while Zion is going to be lifted up and exalted.

“For YHWH has chosen Zion, He has desired it as home. ‘Here shall I rest for evermore, here shall I make my home as I have wished.'" (Psalm 132: 13 – 14)


Through the night Zechariah receives a series of eight visions – at one point the interpreting angel awakens him “as one is awakened from sleep.” Using a variety of both familiar and, at times, bizarre, Zechariah is given a vision of the world as it is, and as it will be. The visions move from a focus on the whole world to a focus on Judah, then Jerusalem, and then at the heart of the visions, of the Temple itself. The visions then move back outward again through Jerusalem, and Judah, to the whole world.

Zechariah sees horns that represent nations being cut off by blacksmiths that serve the God-of-the-Angel-Armies, an un-measurable Jerusalem being measured and surrounded by YHWH as a wall of fire. He sees Joshua the high priest standing before a heavenly tribunal accused by the Satan. He sees a vision of the seven-branched Menorah within the Temple flanked by two olive trees. He sees a flying scroll that condemns thieves and perjurers. He sees a basket that contains a woman who is wickedness, and he watches as the basket is carried off by two women with wings like storks, to Babylon where it will be set up and worshipped. And in the final vision he sees horses, again as the servants of YHWH Sabaoth (the LORD of Hosts), sent out to patrol the ends of the world.

And because Zechariah is unable to understand what he is seeing in these visions they are interpreted for him by an interpreting Angel. The visions are devoted to a number of related themes:

The rebuilding of the Temple in Jerusalem.

The return of Yahweh’s presence to Zion.

The reformation of the moral and social character of the world.

And the inclusion of all nations within the glorious future of Zion.

The world, according to the visions of Zechariah and the rest of Scripture, is a sanctuary in which the reign of God is visible and unchallenged. God’s holiness is all-pervasive in the temple that is the world.(Levenson, 86) “YHWH is in His holy Temple, let all the earth keep silent before him."(Habakkuk 2: 20)

What Zechariah sees in his series of visions is not just the restoration of the temple, not just the restoration of Jerusalem, not even just the restoration of the nation of Israel – but the restoration of the whole of the created order within the heavenly city of Zion, wherein all nations are gathered and restored.

In his final vision Zechariah lifts his eyes and sees four chariots coming out between two mountains of bronze. Drawing from a variety of ancient near eastern mythical ideas Zechariah envisions these horse drawn chariots as coming with the dawn and the rising sun. The two mountains of bronze are ablaze with the light of the rising sun.

“Arise, shine out, for your light has come, and the glory of YHWH has risen on you. Look! though night still covers the earth and darkness the peoples, on you YHWH is rising and over you his glory can be seen. The nations will come to you light and kings to your dawning brightness." (Isaiah 60: 1 – 3)

This solar imagery is appropriate for the final of his eight visions. The fist image came to him in the night. And now, at the break of dawn, he is receiving the eighth and final vision. The number eight is often used in scripture to represent a new beginning, a new day. Eight were spared in the flood (Genesis 7:13, 23) when God gave the earth a new start. Circumcision was performed on the eighth day (Genesis 17: 12). Thomas saw the risen Christ on the eighth day (John 20:26). The Eighth vision of Zechariah describes the beginning of a new world order, a new creation.

He sees four chariots pulled by horses of varying colors heading out in all directions. The horses burst like the sun from between the mountains. They are vigorous and strong and impatient to be about their work. They are about the work of a new creation. They are the winds or the spirits of God and they are taking God’s Spirit to bring peace to the world and to the north country in particular. The north country being the land of exile, Babylon. They are the divine winds of (re)creation sweeping over the land (Genesis 1:2)

The final vision ends with the Spirit of God at rest. The first vision began with the world being at rest – but the rest is different now. Things have changed during night. Thing have changed during the course of the evening’s visions. “The world is at peace when Zechariah first sees in the night, and it is at peace when the visions conclude. But the word has changed. International, internal, and cosmic order have been recreated. Sacred space has been restored. (Ollenburger, 784)”

Within Zechariah’s visions, oppressors have been brought down, exiles have been brought home, and Zion has become the gathering place for all the peoples of the world as they all come to worship God. Zion becomes a place without walls – for no walls of stone and mortar could ever contain the multitudes that are gathered within YHWH’s protective walls of fire.

But was it just a dream. What happens to the visions when Zechariah awakens in the morning? Do they disappear into fleeting and vague memories as dreams often do – or will they become a reality?

Zechariah invites us to imagine with him the things that he has seen. We are to envision these signs along with the prophet. When we read what he has written about his visions we see them in our minds along with him. But we are also called to inhabit those visions – to inhabit the world according to what we have see – to inhabit the world according to what it will become on YHWH Sabaoth’s initiative.

People often make the statement, “well, it’s not a perfect world…” but that’s a cop-out. It’s an excuse, and a miserable excuse. The author of the letter to the Hebrews makes it clear that “what you have come to is Mount Zion and the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem where millions of angels have gathered for the festival, with the whole Church of first-born sons enrolled as citizens of heaven. You have come to God himself, the supreme Judge, and to the spirits of the upright who have been made perfect; and to Jesus, the mediator of a new covenant… (Hebrews 12: 22 – 24)”

We have come to Mount Zion. We are gathered within those protective walls of fire. The kingdom we inhabit cannot be shaken. To say, 'oh well, it's not a perfect world' is to awaken from Zechariah's visions and forget what we have been shown.  We need to inhabit those visions, and to make them real in the world around us.  We need to live into those visions.




Jon D. Levenson, Creation and the Persistence of Evil: The Jewish Drama of Divine Omnipotence (San Francisco: Harper & Row, 1988)

Ben C. Ollenburger, The Book of Zechariah: Introduction, Commentary, and Reflections – The New Interpreter’s Bible Volume 7 (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1996)

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Short Night of Glass Dolls


Edgar Allan Poe’s story The Premature Burial begins “There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing but which are too entirely horrible for the purpose of legitimate fiction.   These the mere romanticist must eschew, if he do not wish to offend, or to disgust.”

The Italian giallo genre of thriller/horror films, (of which Aldo Lado’s film Short Night of Glass Dolls is an example) dealt with those horrible themes – with murder and death and mystery with stylish camerawork and unusual musical soundtracks.  Often giallo films include a lengthy murder sequence with operatic style.  It’s not a genre that is hugely popular in America, but it does have its devotees. Though Short Night of Glass Dolls (La Corta notte delle bambole di vetro) 1971 is listed as a giallo it is unusual in its lack of some of those elements that define the genre.  It doesn’t have the copious bloodletting or the erotic elements common to giallo, but it is still a strong mystery of a movie.

Tapheophobia (from the Greek taphos – “grave”) is the fear of being buried alive.

The film begins with the discovery of the body of an American journalist, Gregory Moore, lying – apparently dead – in a park in Prague.  The doctors can find no pulse, there appears to be no respiration, but his body temperature remains steady and there is no postmortem rigidity. 

Moore is, somehow, still alive and thinking, though unable to move or to communicate with those around him.  He can do nothing to convince them that he is still alive.  All he can do is remember.  “…it’s the only way I can tell I’m alive.”

And so in stuttering series of flashbacks, he recalls the events that led up to his death – his apparent death.  He remembers his girlfriend (played by Barbara Bach – Bond girl and wife of Ringo Starr) and her mysterious disappearance.  He remembers his investigation and the clues that led him to his mysterious end.

And the more that he remembers the stranger the story become causing the viewer to wonder if what he remembers is real, or if he’s gone mad because of his condition.  And the more he remembers the more we wonder if he will be able to wake up from this deathly nightmare – from this deathly paralysis.  The tension mounts inexorably as the doctors prepare his body for an autopsy – a procedure which will leave him as dead as he appears to be.

The director’s use of butterflies as a metaphor for youth and vitality is well played throughout the film - and it should be noted that the original title for the film was "Short Night of the Butterflies" but this had to be abandoned at the last minute (even though it makes more sense than Short Night of the Glass Dolls…)

 This is why it is said:
   “Wake up, sleeper,
   rise from the dead,
   and Christ will shine on you.”
Ephesians 5: 14




The film’s score was composed by Ennio Morricone.  It’s interesting but not nearly as inspired as his music for The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
  

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I Have had a Dream and My Spirit is Anxious to Know the Dream


King Nebuchadnezzar awakes in sweaty sheets
and cannot remember the dreams he dreamed.
Fulminating at the moon and dawn
the discomfited tyrant is defeated
by his misremembered reveries.

Daniel dreams of phantasmagoric goats
that rise from mounds of earth
to swallow the sun and to consume the stars,
of horned beasts that stamp and snort
and of dragons in the sea.

Jacob, the man on the run,
lay upon a stone to dream of angels
going up and down, up and down.
Joseph, the obnoxious little narcissist,
dreams of himself and his own superiority,
while Abimelech dreams of undeserved wrath.

The prophet, Zechariah, sees a vision in his sleep
of horses among the myrtles that are rooted in the depths
and flying scrolls that fill the sky with curses.

Pilate’s wife, whom we never meet,
dreams of an innocent man.

Job is terrified by what he sees
and would rather his soul be strangled
than remain his in his flesh with his dreams.

I, too, have had a dream
and my spirit is anxious
to know the dream I dreamed.


(2011)



Thursday, October 28, 2010

Sleep and Dreams of the 121st

Sleeping now, and walking,
somnambulant toward remembered things,
things I’ve not yet seen;
dreaming now in the memory of color
behind the veil of tired eyes.
Look up to mountain peaks
beyond this pilgrim’s path;
where is my help to come from?

The sleepless one who dreamt
all reality into star-dusted glory,
dreamt of heaven and this gritty earth
so we could travel treacherous roads
to that hidden place just beyond;
the sleepless one is guardian
and defender against striking noon day sun,
against the chill of lonely moonlight.

He never slumbers, he never sleeps,
but he dreams just the same.
(2010)




Friday, August 27, 2010

Somnambulism



We are awake. We are asleep.  We are somewhere in between - between sleep and wakefulness - walking though dreams both horrific and inviting, functioning in two planes.  We dream and dream of dreaming. We awake and we do not remember.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

To Sleep: Perchance to Dream

To sleep: perchance to dream
of far away impossible places,
of Barsoom and Shangri - La.
To dream: ay, there's the rub.

Perchance to Dream  -jcarter, 2010




















Mixed media on paper - (acrylic paint, spray paint, oil pastels, collaged paper)
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Kraken Sleepeth


Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

-Alfred Tennyson

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