{"id":4129,"date":"2011-06-23T20:14:02","date_gmt":"2011-06-23T20:14:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zenpundit.com\/?p=4129"},"modified":"2011-06-23T20:24:30","modified_gmt":"2011-06-23T20:24:30","slug":"sacred-things","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zenpundit.com\/?p=4129","title":{"rendered":"Sacred Things"},"content":{"rendered":"

[ post\u00a0 by William Benzon<\/strong> cross-posted from his New Savanna<\/a> blog with Intro by Charles Cameron<\/strong> — nature, arts, the sacred ]<\/p>\n

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Intro<\/h3>\n

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This strange category, the sacred<\/strong>, strikes me as important because it intensifies<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

It gives rise to beauty, terror, repulsion, love<\/strong>.\u00a0 It empowers whatever vision, ideology, mission, crusade, jihad, movement, or tendency it touches.\u00a0 And our society has in some ways lost touch with it so completely that we think it is found in the outward forms of piety, and miss its secular manifestations, its manifestation in religions other than our own, and most significantly and disastrously the groundswell of feeling it gives rise to in unexpected places.<\/p>\n

It is a haven <\/strong>for many in an unlovely or uncertain world, a dwelling-place for saints, idealists, artists and — who knows? — perhaps the mad. And it catches us up when we least expect it — when the lights go down low in a cinema or at the opera, the curtain parts, and we enter another world whose rules are not our own.<\/p>\n

We need to understand this.<\/p>\n

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In my post on Sacred space and the imagination<\/a>, I tried to give a feel for the sacred without focusing on places of official worship, where it may be so expected as to be missed elsewhere, and I headed that post “no mil\/intel stuff” because “this blog is dedicated to exploring the intersections of foreign policy, history, military theory, national security,strategic thinking, futurism, cognition and a number of other esoteric pursuits” — and my post clearly fell under the “other esoteric pursuits” part of the rubric.<\/p>\n

But pattern pervades all<\/strong>, and the arts are prime sources for an understanding, a grasp, an accurate intuition of patterns in general. So we are not so far from strategy<\/strong> after all…<\/p>\n

William Benzon<\/strong> responded to that post of mine, which he’d cross-posted on his own blog, with a post of his own, which I am cross-posting here. By way of introducing Benzon himself, then —<\/p>\n

Benzon is a scientist (he led the information systems group at NASA in 1981, developing strategic recommendations about NASA-wide computer use and acquisition, and in conjunction with David G. Hays, published a series of articles in the Journal of Social and Evolutionary Systems<\/em> covering the development of cognition in the brain from primitive vertebrates through primates and in human culture from the preliterate world through the development of computing) with wide cross-disciplinary interests (he’s played concerts with the likes of Dizzy Gillespie and B.B. King), either the first or one of the very first independent scholars invited by the National Humanities Center to lead off a topic of his choice on their blog<\/a>, the author of a brilliant book on music and the brain, Beethoven’s Anvil: Music In Mind And Culture<\/a>, and my friend.<\/p>\n

Here, then, is his response to my post. Take it away, Bill…
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Sacred Things<\/h3>\n

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\u2026 that still roaring dell, of which I told;
\nThe roaring dell, o’erwooded, narrow, deep,
\nAnd only speckled by the mid-day sun;
\nWhere its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock
\nFlings arching like a bridge;–that branchless ash,
\nUnsunn’d and damp, whose few poor yellow leaves
\nNe’er tremble in the gale, yet tremble still,
\nFann’d by the water-fall! and there my friends
\nBehold the dark green file of long lank weeds,
\nThat all at once (a most fantastic sight!)
\nStill nod and drip beneath the dripping edge
\nOf the blue clay-stone.<\/p>\n

— Coleridge, This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This post began, I suppose, when, upon reading Charles Cameron\u2019s post, Sacred space and the imagination<\/a>, the \u201cgraffiti!\u201d light went off in my brain. Not just any graffiti light, but this one:<\/p>\n

\"westward<\/a><\/p>\n

Well, not that exact one, but it was a photograph of that same arch, a different photograph. This one shows the graffiti a little more clearly, but it\u2019s not the same graffiti, as graffiti often changes over time, in some places more rapidly than others.<\/p>\n

If you look back over Cameron\u2019s images, you\u2019ll see that it\u2019s of a piece with them. And I\u2019ve got dozens of photos of that arch: different times of the day, different seasons, different years, different graffiti, different angles. And that\u2019s not all.<\/p>\n

Graffiti and the sacred<\/em> is a natural, one that hadn\u2019t quite hit me full-on until I\u2019d read Cameron\u2019s post. You see, my first post about graffiti (the images, alas, are gone) was about this piece, which I called the Shrine of the Triceratops:<\/p>\n

\"dino_train_872\"<\/a><\/p>\n

It\u2019s not that I believe, mind you, that there\u2019s a triceratops cult in Jersey City and that this is where they meet. Nothing like that. Rather, that that image seemed to embody of the spirit of the place, the Japanese word is kami<\/em>. (That triceratops is now gone. First, eroded by the weather, then other writers went over it.)<\/p>\n

I could go on and on about graffiti, but I won\u2019t, because this post isn\u2019t just about graffiti. But I\u2019ll leave you with one last graffiti thought. Graffiti is often likened to cave art. Well, cave art, some of it, perhaps all of it, is sacred art. Not mere pictures, but spirits bodied forth on walls.<\/p>\n

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And then there\u2019s my current film project, Apocalypse Now<\/em>. And that is deeply intertwined with the sacred. Not that it presents itself as a sacred story, nothing so straight-forward, but that it deals with ultimate things in a secular way.<\/p>\n

Ultimate things in a secular way!<\/em> \u2013 now there\u2019s a fine kettle of fish for you. Just what does that mean? I suppose, for example, that that physicist\u2019s dream, the grand unified theory, is a secular run on ultimate things. But is that secular the same secular as is appropriate to Appocalypse Now<\/em>? I think not. Are we then confronted with the varieties of secular experience, mingling next to the varieties of religious experience? And where\u2019s the boundary?<\/p>\n

But, no, the film doesn\u2019t present itself as religious in the way that Tree of Life presents itself as religious. But the caribao<\/em> sacrifice at the end, that\u2019s a real sacred ritual, not an enactment. Coppola shot the real thing, not that you\u2019d know that from watching the film, though you could see that the caribao<\/em> was really hacked to death. And the final third of the film takes place in a liminal no man\u2019s land. It\u2019s sacred territory, for some (nontrivial) meaning of sacred.<\/p>\n

Anyhow, it looks like I\u2019m going to argue that Apocalypse Now<\/em> is an ontological text<\/a>. That it is about the moral structure of the world rather than conveying this or that moral (or immoral) action. It\u2019s about how things are through the ends of time, not about how this or that person gets from here to there.<\/p>\n

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And that certainly seems to be what\u2019s going on in Malick\u2019s very different The Tree of Life<\/em>. We have the trials of the O\u2019Brian family, daddy\u2019s something of a dick, though a music-loving dick, mommy\u2019s kind but a flake, and one kid dies \u2013 whether by suicide or not, that\u2019s not clear from the film itself (I\u2019ve seen it only once \u2014 shouldn\u2019t have to see it more than once on such a plot point). But god\u2019s creation is magnificent. As if that had anything to do with the O\u2019Brian\u2019s afflictions. Well, it does. It doesn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

In any event, it seems that this film, that as a film must unfold in time, minute by minute by (often tedious) minute, blasts time to smithereens. It opens with a verse from Job and then a flickering shimmering light that\u2019s supposed to be, I guess, a Supreme Something Or Other in the Universe, but isn\u2019t this dew-flecked dandelion more elegant?<\/p>\n

\"dandilion\"<\/a><\/p>\n

And then, I think, some story in the more or less present. Yes, that\u2019s it, she gets the telegram. The news is not good, not good at all. Things fall apart. A plane. At the airport. And somewhere in there not too far into the film we get this sequence in which the world and all the life in it gets created, ending with some dinosaur killing some other dinosaur. Live action and CGI special fx. Wonderful imagery. Wonderful.<\/p>\n

And slices of that imagery get cut into the rest of the film as life goes on, backwards and forwards. It\u2019s as though the world didn\u2019t get created by once, but always and ever, created and recreated, recreating.<\/p>\n

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And behind it all there\u2019s Uncle Walt. Uncle Walt\u2019s the first one who gave us a vision of the creation of the world, a cinematic vision that is, one we can see with our own eyes and hear with our own ears. All in less than half an hour. And it\u2019s got dinosaurs!<\/p>\n

I\u2019m talking, of course, of \u201cThe Rite of Spring\u201d episode in Disney\u2019s Fantasia<\/em>. He got the science wrong, even then they knew that the T. Rex and the Stegosaurus never co-existed, but he showed us the whole solar system, and seismic activity, and crashing dashing oceans, then life originating in the ocean, coming on land. And dinosaurs!<\/p>\n

\"pterodactyl.jpg\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Disney\u2019s the one who had the genius to visualize THE WHOLE THING. We who\u2019ve grown up in the shadow of Disney now take it for granted that such things are seeable, but Disney was there first. If Disney hadn\u2019t done it, Malick would have had to figure it out from scratch. As it is, Disney\u2019s imagery has so permeated the culture than one can do (and see) a film like Tree of Life<\/em> without once thinking of Fantasia<\/em>.<\/p>\n

In fact, the cultural coding against cartoons is so deep that I hesitate ever so little to put Fantasia<\/em> in the same paragraph with Tree of Life<\/em>. How could these films possibly have anything in common much less be the same thing: entertainment. Yikes! I mean, Tree of Life<\/em> is so freakin\u2019 serious. And Fantasia<\/em> is so, well, gorgeous, and rather annoyingly cutesy at times.<\/p>\n

And it ends in a forest glade:<\/p>\n

\"ave<\/a><\/p>\n

The music is a rather fruity arrangement of Schubert\u2019s Ave Maria<\/em>. The motion: slow, stately, rigorous, restrained, austere.<\/p>\n

— Bill Benzon.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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