Half Assed Theology

Just read a blog from a very dear friend who posted the poem High Flight by John Patrick Magee. In her blog she was concerned that there are those that may think less of the poem because of some intellectual bigotry. Like all bigotry it seeks to place boundaries on what is acceptable and what is not. I for one refuse to accept such boundaries. I enjoy all sorts of poetry from Ovid to Charles Bukowski (Buck). I have never been bored by the word of that particular poem and specifically the line “I put out my hand and touched the face of God.”

I do not know what God is because so many charlatans have used that term to “work their side of the street”. As hustles go, the God hustle is one of the better ones. It has worked well since we crawled out from the cave and saw the stars and figured that because we couldn’t touch them, that they “Must be some one else’s groceries” and so we created a god to own the groceries (The allusion to groceries is from the movie “inherit the wind”). Any way I digress, as is my nature.

The point is, that I understand the concept of god and have all of the respect necessary to see the beauty about us. It is this beauty that I try to capture in my art. It is in the doing of the art that I feel a connection to everything. When I see color in the image I am constantly thrilled by it. I bathe in it (figuratively speaking). I can spend hours adjusting the tone, contrast, the gamma, the light and dark and have to force myself to stop as I am never satisfied that I have achieved the effect my heart feels.

Of coarse this is my madness as I too try to reach out and touch the face of god.

Damn these sins. See you next time. Denny