"Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere."
--G.K. Chesterton
"The man's body is sacred and the woman's body is sacred.../Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you."
--Walt Whitman
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According to the Buddha, right speech is a statement that is timely, true, kind, helpful (connected to liberation), and spoken with a mind of good-will. Let us all try to observe this precept.
Award-winning poet Judith Goldhaber and her husband, the artist and physicist Gerson Goldhaber, have just released a sequel to their well-received collaboration, the illustrated poetry book Sonnets from Aesop. Their new collection, Sarah Laughed: Sonnets from Genesis, embellishes familiar Bible stories with humorous and mystical elements from midrash and folklore. Willis Barnstone writes, "Sarah Laughed is utterly charming, poem and icon...In the best tradition of imitation it illumines the Abrahamic religions." The Goldhabers have kindly permitted me to reproduce the following excerpt from their "Noah and the Flood" sonnet sequence:
ii. The Time is Coming
God spoke to Noah when he became a man and said, "The time is coming — build an Ark; storm clouds are gathering; soon you will embark upon the seas, as outlined in My plan. Make the Ark as sturdy as you can — line it with pitch, strip gopher trees of bark to shape the hull, and lest it be too dark cut windows, and a doorway." Noah began to do what God commanded, but worked slowly, hoping in time the Lord might change His mind regarding the destruction of mankind. He begged the wicked to return to holy customs, but they answered him with jeers. And thus went by one hundred twenty years.
iii. The Laughing Stock
At last the Ark was finished, and it stood three hundred cubits long, and fifty wide, three stories — thirty cubits — high inside constructed out of seasoned gopher wood, the laughing stock of Noah's neighborhood. "A flood?" the people mocked, "I'm terrified! Look! Over there! Is that a rising tide I see? Boo-hoo, I promise to be good!!" But then Methuselah died, and a malaise descended on the people, for they knew that God had stayed His hand until the few good men still living reached their final days. A dark cloud veiled the sun; the sky was bleak, and Noah sniffed the wind and said, "A week."
iv. Bird to Bird
Compared to getting humankind to heed the urgent warnings, putting out the word to animals was easy. Bird to bird the news was spread at supersonic speed. By nightfall all the beasts of earth had heard the message, and they readily agreed to group themselves according to their breed (scaly, hairy, hard-shelled, feathered, furred) and line up in a queue beside the Ark. Birds sang and cattle mooed and lions roared as Noah gently welcomed them aboard and sealed the door against the growing dark. At last, on bended knee, nose to the ground, he gathered up the ants, lest they be drowned.
v. A Mighty Cry
The sun turned black, and lightning streaked the sky, somewhere behind the clouds a strange light bloomed and faded, and at last the thunder boomed, bringing the first drops. Then a mighty cry arose from those who'd chosen to defy the warning signs, and callously resumed their sinful ways. "Even now you are not doomed," despairing, Noah cried, "repent or die!" On board the Ark, through unbelieving eyes the animals beheld the death of man. Sworn adversaries since the world began wept freely as they said their last goodbyes. Even man's ancient enemy the snake shed bitter tears that day for mankind's sake.
8/22/2007 11:03 PM
Hank Rodgers wrote:
Looks like a wonderful book! I loved the poetry AND the illustrations. I would certainly buy this for my grandchildren, despite my own beliefs;
...BUT my own take on the "story":
"And so, my children you must never doubt / That beasts of varied species speak and weep, / Cooperate in fear of God; the deep / Nine-hundred-Sixty hour flood, great water spout / Of him who drowns his children -- 'Sail' his shout; / His test of which to leave and which to keep -- / Of those most fit and those fools caught asleep. / Despair of Nature's what this tale's about."
Forgive me for being too lazy to respond to your comments in verses of my own. You set the bar pretty high
My take on this is: Despair, like faith, is a choice. The facts of nature do not compel either one. Given that floods, death and destruction exist in the world regardless of what we believe, I would prefer to believe that there is also a loving God who will bring all things to a positive fruition in the end.
Positing such a God doesn't require me to come up with a religious justification for every bad thing that happens, right now. That would be prying into mysteries that are not comprehensible to us mortals. We're called to offer sympathy and trust, not explanations.
It would be great if everyone were spared every disaster. That sentiment is what seems to be driving your poetic objection to the flood story. But again, given that that isn't what actually happens, I'd rather believe it's all part of a story written by a compassionate Author, instead of a world of meaningless struggle and suffering.
And from a strictly Darwinian standpoint, my chosen belief appears to have survival value, since it's persisted, it's conducive to happiness, and its adherents tend to procreate more! For whatever that's worth