1001

Spring                                                                        Bee Hiving Moon

Usually I would do Latin in the afternoon after the nap since I spent the morning on the America Votes meeting, but instead today I began to nose around in another favorite locale of mine, the 1001 Nights.  I’ve read two different translations of the tales of Scheherazade, both entertaining, but I’ve learned through two new books in my library, “Stranger Magic”by Maria Warner and “The Arabian Nights-A Companion,” by Robert Irwin, that both of the translations have significant flaws.

So I found two new translations, one with only 271 tales but the other, with an introduction by Irwin himself, that is three volumes long.  When I finish up with Malcolm X, I intend to get back into the Arabian Nights.  Between Ovid and the Arabian Nights the tales are endless and well told. There’s something profound in the types of stories a culture folds into itself, makes significant through reception. The same is true, I suppose, of individuals. I’ve had djinn and Dionysus running around in my head since high school.

Then there’s that whole matter of the biblical stories, too.  The narrative lenses through which we come to understand our lives and the lives of others.  Those three: Bible, Metamorphoses and the Arabian Nights are more key to me than most of the greats of Western literature, perhaps with the exception of Kafka and Hesse.  The other work that stands with these in my own inner world is the Chinese classic, Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

This is the way my life goes lured by political change, entranced by stories of the divine and the magical, enfolded in the life of plants and dogs, wrapped up in the world of art. There are worse ways to live.

The Young Guns

Spring                                                           Bee Hiving Moon

The America Votes meeting was very interesting with lots of good, solid data.  With the exception of two gray-haired guys in their late 50’s/early 60’s, I had a good 30 years + on everyone in the room.  It’s good to see the young guns at the table.  About evenly split between men and women they dressed somewhere between Minnesota casual and hipster. I fit right in.

It felt good to be there, to hear, consider, analyze, to wonder about the upcoming rounds of primaries and conventions, the long summer of positioning and the hard campaigning to come in the fall.

 

Chum In The Water

Spring                                                                      Bee Hiving Moon

Today I return, for a couple of hours, to the world of politics and organizing.  America Votes is a national coalition aimed at electing a progressive majority throughout the country.  This is the Minnesota table, as they call these meetings, and I attend on behalf of the Sierra Club.

[George Caleb Bingham’s The County Election (1852)]

Though the specific nature of the meetings are confidential, they involve the usual material for these sort of groups:  polling data, shared strategy, updated relevant news.  This once a month meeting is a vestigial connection with my past, a chance to stay in the fray, at least nominally.

When I retreat, I advance was something I learned at the Intensive Journal Workshop and its corollary, of course, is when I advance, I retreat.  There is that danger here, I know. The chum in the water draws old sharks just like it does young ones.  Self-awareness and the growing season should moderate the risk.

 

I Found, I Found An Altar

Spring (so they say)                                                 Bee Hiving Moon

My lands!  My great-aunt Nell used this phrase a lot.  Seems to fit the weather today.

Entered my revised version of I Found an Altar into Scrivener.  I’ll compile it and start a round of submissions for The Ifrit and Altar.  These will go to magazines, both print and electronic. I’ll start with prozines because they pay the best and acceptance at them counts more than that at the lower paying and no compensation mags.

Really does feel like I’ve begun a different phase of my life now, one in which the writer is more professional, more functional than dysfunctional.  In spite of my melancholy over the last week or so I feel better about life in general.  A paradox, I know.  Melancholy these days feels like a chemical matter, perhaps triggered by some event (the rejections?) or emotion (why did I wait so long to get to this place?), but out of proportion to them.  So, I can have this underlying sad, heavy, bittersweet tonality or mood while feeling simultaneously strong.

 

Short Story Collection

Spring (?)                                                               Bee Hiving Moon

Two more rejections have come in on this decidedly unspringlike day.  I can’t tell how much we have now, but when I went out at 7 pm to retrieve the trash container I walked in snow that came over the top of my Sorels.  In one day the advance of the sun has been pushed back, nullified by white, a covering more mid-winter than Easter.

Right now I’m going through a curious process of trying to collect all the short stories I’ve written in one spot though it has proved difficult.  I’ve had several computers over the years and transferring files from one to the next has not always been seamless.  All my novels and parts of novels are in one file, but until today the computer files I have of short stories were all over the place.  The computer files now have a home.

However.  In going through my paper files I’ve found many stories no longer extant as computer files.  That’s ok, because I can just reenter them, but it makes centralizing my cache of stories a bit more complicated.  I’m not sure I’ve located all the paper stories yet since I have three file cabinets plus bankers boxes, but over the next few weeks I’ll get all I can find in one physical location.

This is important to me because I’m editing and revising them in preparation for sending them out to magazines.  I want to have a reasonable idea of what my trunk looks like.

I edited one today, “I Found An Altar, Black With The Ash of Sacrifice,” that I like a lot, but it’s one of the paper only stories so I’m entering it now into Scrivener.  This process will take some time.

Emergence, Complexity and Augustan Rome

Spring                                                                 Bee Hiving Moon

Two projects are pushing themselves forward, aspects of work already underway.  After reading a recent batch of articles arguing against a crass materialism and insisting on looking at the world not only through reductionist goggles, I have decided now is a good time to reimmerse myself in the world of emergence.  Emergence is a concept that identifies emergent properties, things not predictable by the sum of a thing or processes immediately preceding a particular phenomena.

(Garni_Gorge Symphony of the Stones carved by Goght River at Garni Gorge in Armenia is an example of an emergent natural structure.)  wiki, emergence

The example that is most familiar to me is culture.  Culture is that society based phenomenon that weaves language, place, kinship, food choice, divisions of work, art, music and play into a whole that shapes the individual, makes them part of something, a culture, larger than themselves.  Culture does not follow from an examination of an individual or even a small group of individuals, it only begins to emerge in a larger group over a period of time.

Another and easier to grasp emergent phenomenon is the transition of a caterpillar to a butterfly.  Am I a butterfly or am I a caterpillar dreaming I’m a butterfly?

This also relates to the complexity movement in science.  Science proceeds by breaking things down to their most basic components, then discerning law-like behaviors.  Physics is the paradigmatic science in this respect.  But there are many phenomena, like emergence, that appear not as things are reduced to their simplest parts, but as things combine to create more and more complex materials and organisms.  Science has historically ignored those areas because they are difficult to quantify and/or difficult to study using usual scientific methods.

I’ve flirted with learning these two areas:  emergence and complexity theory, but have never devoted the necessary time to it.  It’s time.  This fits in my reimagining my faith project.

The second is broadening the scope of my learning about Ovid, his time, the Augustan period, other tellings of the same myths Ovid works with, and Augustan poetry more generally.  This is in service of the commentary/translation I plan to begin in earnest after this growing season ends and of a big novel still forming itself.

 

X

Spring                                                                      Bee Hiving Moon

Seeing the play the Mountaintop turned me toward a book I bought a while back,  “Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention.”  Marable was a Columbia University professor of public affairs and African-American studies until his death in 2011 just days before the book’s publication.  He got interested in Malcolm because the book that made him well-known, the Autobiography of Malcolm X, a joint work with Alex Haley, the “Roots” author, seemed to have a lot of lacunae.

It turns out Haley was a liberal Republican and had an agenda, present Malcolm as a critic of racial affairs that his peers could listen to.  Malcolm apparently agreed to the limited scope of the book’s treatment because the parts that were left out often made him look bad, or different from his own mythology.  Example.  His criminal past wasn’t nearly as thuggish as he represented, but merely amateurish.  He and Haley also left out much of Malcolm’s community organizing efforts.

Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention
By Manning Marable
Hardcover, 608 pages
Viking Adult

So Marable spent years going over Malcolm’s life again, re-interviewing and interviewing people in his life, reading his correspondence, much of it lovingly copied and photocopied by the FBI for inclusion in Malcolm’s voluminous file.  His writing is clear, his presentation straightforward if a little bloodless.  He has so much data that it threatens to and often does overwhelm the flesh and blood man whose story is its focus.

I like it a lot.  Malcolm always seemed to have a better analysis of racism and class issues than MLK did.  In this book his deep roots in the Marcus Garvey movement, his mother and father were both organizers for Garvey, and his incredible self-education while in prison for a string of burglaries, show a man hungry to understand himself and the world around him.  He organized working class blacks, knew the life of the criminal underclass as a participant and appreciated the iron power of white dominance.

Malcolm’s eventual conversion to orthodox Islam comes much further into the book than I am now, but his story has already shown me the cyclical patterns of race relations in this country and that King’s achievements, while notable, were the children of earlier and often more radical movements.

Well worth the time.

 

The Ifrit

Spring                                                                       Bee Hiving Moon

Entering the edits and revising the Ifrit took longer than I expected.  Sigh.  When touching a work, I can’t resist fiddling with it.  Still, I finished before noon.  Then, I began to search my sources for short story markets.  I found several, but following their submission requirements will require some time, so I only submitted to one, a contest for emerging writers that had April 15th at 5 pm EST as its deadline.  Since that was only an hour and a half from when I found it, I decided to prioritize that one.

This is in service of building writer’s credentials, as well as selling/getting work out there, too, of course. I admit I’ve not done this stuff as well as I could have (hardly), but I pushed myself over the hump before I left for Tucson and I find myself with increased vigor around it.  Submissions still send a shiver of fear down my spine (Will I survive constant rejection?  Answer: of course, but tell that to my spine.), so I wouldn’t call it easy or routine, but I’m trying to get there.

Gives the old guy something to shoot for.

(Angels bow down for newly created Adam, whereas Iblis (Satan, dark, right) refuses. Islamic Persian miniature from before the 19th century.)  Ifrits are djinn that serve Iblis.

Beware The Ides of April

Spring                                                                   Bee Hiving Moon

15 degrees this morning.  Woolly Charlie Haislet who lives on Sims Lake near Gordon, Wisconsin reports 1 degree and 8-12 inches of snow on the way.  They have 2 feet of ice on the lake.

Beware the ides of April.  Libertarians and certain anti-tax right-wingers (we know who you are tea partiers) ventilate today.  Can you hear the sighs and moans of U.S. citizens forced to chip in for such things as roads, environmental protection, defense, national criminal justice systems, national science and health programs, healthcare programs, national weather services, Congress (well, o.k., Congress is a tough sell right now, but we can still vote the bums out), regulatory authorities?

Just how a complex citizenry, divided up among 50 states, and working in the world’s largest economy would function without national level efforts puzzles me.  But the fevered imagination of those who took the Reagan era’s “starve the beast” rhetoric seriously sees totally free agents doing anything they want personally and economically and being better off for it. At least the anarchists have the underlying idea of co-operation as a value for a functioning community.  The libertarian and tea-party folk apparently believe in a Hobbesian “all against all” and yearn for it.  Picture me scratching my head.

Freedom, by itself, is pointless.  Yes, I said that.  Freedom alone only allows room to act.  It does not, in itself, guide action unless, of course, it is freedom itself that is denied.  Given the paradox that absolute, unfettered freedom would produce its enemies: totalitarianism, constant criminality, or a forever war; then, we have to consider the limited freedom that makes modern civilization possible.  Even within the limits on freedom represented by taxes, speed limits, criminal law and regulation, the opportunity to develop yourself and your family as rapidly and as thoroughly as you wish, exists.