Saturday, 11 July 2009

St Benedict


Born at Norcia in Unbria about the year 480. After studying at Rome, he led a life of solitude in Subiaco and gathered disciples around him, and then went on to Monte Cassino. Here he founded a well-known monastery and wrote his Rule, as a result of which he has been called the Father of monasticism in the West. He died on 21 March 547, but from the end of the eighth century he has been venerated on 11 July in many places.

Wednesday, 8 July 2009

Seeking Good

Bouguereau - Charity, 1878.

I often struggle with finding something to do that feels good and worthwhile. I rarely find myself in the position to be able to do anything that improves or enriches the lives of those most in need. Like many things in my life, I suppose, much of this is down to having squandered too many chances and opportunities while I was young and not having forged enough drive in any particular direction since then. Sure, I give to charities and my church regularly, but, as our government should realise, you cannot solve everything that is wrong in the world by tossing money at it. Throwing money towards charities also feels like an easy option and you never really know exactly what good has been done with your cash, which, while not exactly the point, is always good to know.

For such reasons, I often patronise micro-finance site Kiva, which lends money to rising entrepreneurs in poor countries via small loans of $25 and up from each of its members, which is then paid back to them by the entrepreneur, interest free, when they have made enough money to do so. Although you can easily claim the money back when it's repaid, the better thing to do, I think, is to keep on re-lending the money to different entrepreneurs, and perhaps make the occasional donation to Kiva themselves for their running costs.

Good as this is to do, as are most charitable donations, I still feel, however, that I need to do more. Occasionally, my frustration at my lack of action breaks forth and inspires me to try harder to do more worthwhile things for people. But trying to go out of my way to do good deeds or assist with certain types of charitable work always seems, for some reason, to end up with nothing lasting coming of it. It often feels to me that I am just not meant to do the things I am attempting to, and that I must keep searching until I find the correct areas to work within. I need, I think, to find a better career, that feels closer to a vocation, than the public sector job that I currently work in. Failing that, I need to use my spare time in better and more fulfilling ways.

If one is to use their talents correctly, one must first figure out exactly what those talents are and how they can be used to assist others. Things that I am quite good at include running, photography, writing and talking, so I should probably find ways to implement these things into my need to do good. Teaching, tutoring or mentoring in some form could be an option, while things like running can always be utilised to raise money in straightforward or creative ways. For me, photography is largely a way to express an aesthetic drive, but even that could be used beneficiently. Providing photographs to charitable trusts for free or even selling them to raise funds for some worthy cause are two ways of using that particular talent to do good.

Although these examples can be seen as just different ways of giving money to charity, which I have already stated does not feel like doing enough, they are not quite the same because the impetus is different. Fundrasing in such ways involve doing something that takes effort, talent and ability to raise money, while clicking a PayPal button does not. They are, therefore, far more worthwhile, as one invests a larger proportion of their passions, abilities and motivations into doing such things.

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

Caritas in Veritate


Pope Benedict's new Encyclical, Caritas in Veritate (Love in Truth), is available to download as a pdf file here.

Monday, 6 July 2009

Obfuscation

Franz von Stuck - Lucifer, 1890
The devil is no fool. He can get people feeling about heaven the way they ought to feel about hell. He can make them fear the means of grace the way they do not fear sin. And he does so, not by light but by obscurity, not by realities but by shadows; not by clarity and substance, but by dreams and the creatures of psychosis. And men are so poor of intellect that a few cold chills down their spine will be enough to keep them from ever finding out the truth about anything.

- Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain.

Saturday, 4 July 2009

Old Cronies


I'm off Kent for the weekend to see off a friend's batchelorhood. I rather hope it will be like this painting, Old Cronies, by Max Gaisser. But with a curry afterwards.

Friday, 3 July 2009

Kitsch






Religious Art and Kitsch

Giovanni Bellini - Madonna degli Alberetti, 1487
It is not only in the world of art that we observe the steady advance of kitsch. Far more important, given its influence on the popular psyche, has been the kitschification of religion. Images are of enormous importance in religion, helping us to understand the Creator through idealized visions of his world: concrete images of transcendental truths. In the blue robe of a Bellini virgin we encounter the ideal of motherhood, as an enfolding purity and a promise of peace. This is not kitsch but the deepest spiritual truth, and one that we are helped to understand through the power and the eloquence of the image. However, as the puritans have always reminded us, such an image stands on the verge of idolatry, and with the slightest push can fall from its spiritual eminence into the sentimental abyss. That happened everywhere in the nineteenth century, as the mass-produced votive figures flooded ordinary households, the holy presurcors of today's garden gnomes.

- Roger Scruton, Beauty

Scruton's words here made me want to applaud. I find the kind of poorly crafted, uninspired, Christian - and, I'm disappointed to say, largely Catholic - artisanship that seems so ubiquitous in the real world and the Internet alike abysmal to the point of offensiveness. Although I wouldn't support any kind of iconoclasm, I would dearly like to see a great clear up - an almighty scourge, even - of these awful icons and images that have flooded the world in these hollow times.

There are plenty of amazing pieces of religious art and iconography that express religious emotion superbly from centuries of Western eloquence. These do God far more justice and praise than some of the truly profane expressions of kitsch that I have seen out there.

Thursday, 2 July 2009

The Need for Beauty

William Bouguereau - Pieta, 1876.
Our need for beauty is not something that we could lack and still be fulfilled as people. It is a need arising from our metaphysical condition, as free individuals seeking our place in a shared and public world, alienated, resentful, full of suspicion and distrust. Or we can find our home here, coming to rest in harmony with others and with ourselves. The experience of beauty guides us along this second path: it tells us that we are at home in the world, that the world is already ordered in our perceptions as a place fit for the lives of beings like us.

- Roger Scruton, Beauty

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Goldau

Turner - Goldau, 1841.

Monday, 29 June 2009

A Return to Venice?

I've been going through and editing some old photographs recently. Of them all, it was these shots of Venice that created the greatest sense of longing for a return visit.






SS Peter & Paul

Rembrandt - St Peter in Prison, 1631.

Rembrandt - St Paul at his Writing Desk, 1629-30.

Friday, 26 June 2009

Wall and Cliff

Stonework of man's making meets the raw cut of sea and land. I particularly like the continuation of broken wall and eroded cliff-line, mimicking each other without intent.







Nash Point and Marcross

Nash Point lighthouse and Holy Trinity Church, Marcross. I love the symmetry of the lighthouse and the abandoned, delapidated feel of the old church in its quiet village.





St Donats Woods

I first passed through these woods a few months ago and was struck by its peaceful beauty. So I returned there with my camera yesterday. I was pleased once again by the serenity its winding paths, lively greens, twisted trees and half-lost ruins offered.











Thursday, 25 June 2009

The Song of June (Midsummer)


We sit in a sigh
of shadows between
thickets of teeming life and their
swollen choruses. We pat our moist skin dry
and sip from cold glasses in the thick garden shade,
just a claws-breadth from the sun’s swiping grasp. Evening

passes slowly.

The sun, in slow motion in the sky, flexes an arm of damp
heat over dusk’s cool brow. Then, a moment
earlier than yesterday, it slips, almost sadly,
behind the high wall, clad in jasmine,
that perfumes the breeze with
its sweet relief.

- Griff

(This would be a more successful shape poem if it wasn't for the formatting limits of this blogging site.)