Goodnight Moon
Sometimes people stay up late when they should really lie down and sleep,
extending their day into the nightwatch, lit by
the weary glow of a lamp or the pallid wash of TV and computer screens.
Ingesting an impulsive snack or sipping one too many,
trading contacts for glasses in their comfy clothes.
There are good reasons to be up
of course,
sometimes there isn't enough time in a day to complete a hard day's work.
Maybe there's a game being played on the west coast,
perhaps a friend is up for a particularly intriguing conversation,
and for some the night might smolder in ecstasy.
And there are some rotten reasons to be up so late too
of course,
whirling minds don't slow down for sleep,
and lack of love or food can rest heavy on the mind and stomach,
sometimes a loved one can't (or won't) find sleep themselves.
But sometimes people stay up
aimlessly
when they should really lie down and sleep.
The rest and rejuvenation will be welcome the next day,
and besides,
not much is getting accomplished.
It's the heavy-eyed rerun of SportsCenter,
the numbing scroll through Facebook,
the excessive Netflix episode,
the aimless wall-staring,
the lonely porn-watching,
the just-one-more video gaming,
and the "hey-are-you-still-up?" texts
that really gets people.
Nonsense, really, in comparison to a healthy sleep cycle.
It's cowardly, I hate to say,
when people stay up
when they should really lie down and sleep.
Choosing to be a specter in this lame-duck end of day,
Playing out a dull loop while the world's on pause.
Healthy alone time for unwinding?
Maybe sometimes sure. Cowardly?
Yes often I think so.
To wallow in a poorly-lit after-hours cubicle
in order to hold off meeting tomorrow.
Grasping at a few more hours of being over today's problems
so as to delay facing tomorrow's,
as if the Lord won't give a new set of mercies
or all gumption will dissolve in the midst of dreams.
Resting easy in the manageable ache of today for a few hours more
just to avoid the re-injury with the sun's rising.
I've been there,
I've done that.
And right now I should really lie down and sleep,
but I just had to tell you.
And tomorrows are so scary-
I, like you, can be such a coward.
And I thought if I tried to unwind
I might really just unravel.
Good night.
I wish you luck on tomorrow.
The Spurs…. Again
The Spurs just won’t go away. And now they look ready to run to the Finals.
Every year we’re ready to declare the imminent end of the Spurs’ dynasty. I wanted to call their loss to the Heat in 2013 their Swan Song. When everyone came back, I thought 2014 had to be the last hurrah. This year, although I was never going to count them out to get back the Finals, I thought their end maybe have been near as the Clippers played a fantastic Game 1 featuring a virtuoso from Blake Griffin that put Aaron Baynes in some highlight reels that look more like something from WWE. They looked old. They were injured.
Then the Spurs won Game 2, thanks to an unfair display of post play from Tim Duncan and some inexplicable turnovers from Blake Griffin, making the series the only compelling one in the entire First Round. But they barely escaped being down 2-0.
But then last night happened. Back in San Antonio, the Spurs chopped the water like a karate ninja and beat the Clippers so bad you wonder if they’ll even show up for Game 4. They won by 27 points, and they could have blown that game up like the cinema in Inglorious Basterds even earlier if they had knocked down a few wide open threes in the first half.
The Clippers looked stupid on offense. They couldn’t get anything going. Chris Paul played a terrible game.
The Spurs’ offense almost made me cry it was so beautiful. Their ball movement was so fluid, so intelligent. They ran their offenses with such a confident and assured demeanor. Like Jeff VanGundy said, “I like watching their offense even when they miss shots.” It’s true. They missed wide open threes on some of the most brilliant possessions of the game.
And Kawhi Leonard is terrifying. Goodness gracious, when he starts calling for the ball every time up the court, the opponent might as well just run for cover. He’s knocking down open jumpshots, running shots, turnaround shots. I jumped out of my chair when he threw down the alley-oop from Green. I couldn’t contain that kind of basketball beauty sitting still. And that’s just his offense. He had three steals, two blocks, and helped shut down Chris Paul. My goodness.
The Golden State Warriors are good. Really good. And I think most of us thought they were going to be the last ones standing in the Western Conference, while also thinking the Spurs (after Game 1) probably weren’t going to be able to put it together this year. And then Game 3 happened. The Clippers can’t play with the Spurs. Neither can the Rockets or Grizzlies. And, if we find that they are too mighty for the Warriors as well, I’m just not going to be surprised. The are on another basketball level right now.
Last thing: this is a bad look for the Clippers, Doc, Blake, and CP3. They needed this series. I’m not saying it’s over, but…. it’s over.
Soli Deo Gloria
Peter
this is a poem that fell out of my brain
this is a poem that fell out of my brain
As my head leaned over a new creation,
heavy with watercolors of thought
pooling in the palette,
my neck creaking and aching,
the idea spilled out,
quite unceremoniously,
and splashed onto the table
of books and paper and pens
and Chinese Black Tea.
It congealed into a
turbulent little mess -
streamers of vibrant indigo
bursts of orchid
dusty pastels of celadon,
all choked out by a creeping darkness,
not black, not gray, but dark -
a murky opaqueness,
giving this thought on the table
an uneasy and unintelligible form.
I didn't know what to do with the thing,
and wasn't quite sure of where it came from.
I tilted my head, now massively empty,
and squinted bleary-eyed through my specs.
"What I am supposed to do with you?"
"Oh please!" it said, to my great shock.
"Tell this story! It was so loud in there
and I thought you'd never hear me. I thought
you'd keep your defenses up so well
that I'd be trapped in the scrum
waiting behind a long line of decent
refined and presentable items
forever!"
"You're a mess" I said,
"I can't hardly shape you into coherency.
What will everyone else think?
How will you make them feel?
How will you reflect on me?
You belong to me, you know,
no one else needs this,
it's better if you just simmer."
"No! Unthinkable! Irreversible! Unsilenceable!
Irrepressible!
I am you
authentic and real
and necessary
real talk
fiercely honest
no-nonsense
battering on
the ears of the deaf
shouts for the dumb
blazing light
for the blind
and a middle finger
for those who don't
listen to me
don't put me back!"
"There there" I said
as I picked it up in my hand.
It was heavy.
"Maybe some day. When they're all ready.
When I'm ready."
It left a mark on the paper,
a scattering of words and phrases,
a fresh dark deep ink
bleeding through the pages below.
"Fine" it said.
"I'll find a way back in."
It melted into a pool of
dark water, flowing out of
the palm of my hand and
splashing onto the paper,
blurring the emblazoned words.
I turned on the news.
A sexy woman was talking about whatever.
The crawl said something about
dead black people in Africa and Carolina
as the ink and tears dried.
The Steinem Choice
Note: I am thankful that my school allows me to freely and comfortably practice my religion and does not oppress any religious groups on campus.
For those of you who don’t know, tonight is a big night for St. Norbert College. Speaker/activist/author bell hooks is here to speak at a few different events, and for tonight’s proceedings she will be having a discussion with speaker/activist/journalist Gloria Steinem. This has caused a major controversy, as St. Norbert is technically a Catholic college, and Gloria Steinem is outspokenly pro-choice. It’s been quite the hot topic. As I walked to my room about 45 minutes before the start of the event, 15-20 protesters lined the crosswalk on the closed street outside the theater where this event is taking place (and, admittedly, I should probably should be at the event and not here writing about it).
For me, a fiercely pro-life Protestant embracing academia at a tepidly Catholic institution, this is an unusual set of circumstances. As I look at the community members holding signs saying “Pray to End Abortion” and such, I am at a loss for a proper response. Because, at the same time, I commend my brothers and sisters in Christ (for presumably they are doing this out of religious reasons) for putting themselves out there and making a stand on an issue that I feel so strongly about, while I also shake my head and cringe at how bad this makes Christians look while having little to no foreseeable impact on the future of abortion in this country.
Like I said, I am fiercely pro-life. Under no circumstance do I accept abortion as an acceptable course of action, and I can only hope that I would say the same if I was a pregnant mother facing major complications in giving birth. I don’t hate people that are pro-choice, but I hate what our nation has accepted as reasonable.
So, in that regard, I disagree with Gloria Steinem on something, and probably a lot of things. But, on the other hand, Gloria Steinem is a major figure in feminism, and we need feminists to prod our society out of thousands of years of oppressive patriarchy into something humane. Gloria Steinem and bell hooks are giants of activism, people who have shaped and continue to shape our culture. As a member of an academic community, and as a person with a growing heart for social justice and equality, I want to endorse environments that cultivate learning and provide a safe place for tough ideas to be presented.
And, beyond that, Gloria Steinem isn’t here to talk about abortion. Yes, she’s pro-choice, but that doesn’t mean I discount her voice altogether. It also means I can’t help but wish the protesters would just go home, and spread the Christian message and the message of the sacredness of life in other, more personal, more loving ways.
HOWEVER. There’s an 800-pound gorilla in this room called Catholicism, of which I am simultaneously a frustrated detractor and a reluctant defender. Let me put my personal struggle on this matter aside and lay down what is the big problem here.
My college, in its way, flaunts Catholicism. We still use Latin mottoes like Docere verbo et exemplo and our three values are “Catholic, Norbertine, Liberal Arts.” Prospective and incoming students get a fairly clear picture of this. From the outside, this is a Catholic institution. Once you get on the inside? Not so much. There is not a strong tie back to the doctrine of the Catholic church here. Last year, when a professor wrote an article online bemoaning the college’s pursuit of numerical diversity at the expense of Catholic authenticity, the community went bonkers (I guess he probably shouldn’t have compared this to Maoism. Very poor choice of words). This year, when Catholic groups came out against Gloria Steinem’s scheduled event, the community once again bore down upon the circled Catholic wagons.
That’s not a sustainable system. I don’t think that my school can continue to value this kind of universalism while also claiming Catholicism. I wouldn’t be so libelous to insinuate that higher-ups are exploiting this system; far be it from me to make such accusations. But it doesn’t seem like those who genuinely want this college to adhere closely to the values and doctrines of the local diocese, the Norbertine order, and the Vatican can run the show alongside those who want to embrace total free-thinking and individuality. When the school accepts a speaker like Steinem, it has to know that the far-right Catholics are going to be upset, both locally and nationally. And it has to know that, if it chooses to go through with having a speaker who holds a number of beliefs that are directly opposed to the teachings of the Catholic church, that many Catholics are going to take that as a sell-out on the religion the school claims.
Something’s gotta give. And, as a third party, I can tell you the conservative Catholics aren’t winning.
So I’m confused. I don’t really know how to interact with this issue. I don’t go to this school because it’s Catholic. In fact, the founder of my version of Christianity basically said eff you to the Catholic church about 500 years ago (although the real founder of my religion said “I am the way the truth and the life” about 2000 years ago hey-oh!). I’m not Catholic, and I disagree with many beliefs of Catholicism. So while I might disagree with Steinem because I’m pro-life, I don’t see her coming as an attack on my religion. I may support the protesters because they are fighting for human lives, but I won’t stand with them for the sake of Rome.
I’m an academic and budding activist who wants to see important issues talked about. But I’m also pro-life and since Catholics are in my camp on a lot of issues, and since if they’ve got Jesus then we’re fam, I can’t help but admire and support those who speak out against abortion. But I don’t know that picketing is the way to do it. And I understand why Catholics may be a little miffed by St. Norbert College once again choosing a more inclusive approach over the school’s religious roots.
It’s taken me way too long to get around to this point, but I can’t really set this issue down without mentioning this. You should not do two things: You should not say that just because you invite a speaker means you agree with everything they believe, and you should not say that excluding a speaker on the basis of their beliefs is a silencing of opposing voices. In other words, just because St. Norbert hosts Gloria Steinem does not mean “the school” endorses her belief on abortion. But if the school should opt against hosting someone like Gloria Steinem, that does not mean they are saying “LA-LA-LA-LA-LA I can’t hear you! I’m right you’re wrong!” to all opposing beliefs, and non-Catholics should not treat Catholics with unkindness for putting a filter on their invites. But, of course, both of those things could be true too. It’s not necessarily one way or the other.
This is a messy subject. Really, it is. And, as so often happens, people tend to try to out-outrage each other and things escalate quickly. But to ignore the controversy, not just downplay it, is not an acceptable course of action. It’s times like these that will define this school long after I’m gone.
Soli Deo Gloria
Peter

