August 20, 2004

Various & Sundry

Saw the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's and the lesson seems not that a “true phony” is better than a “fake phony” or that petty theft at Five & Dimes is good. It seems to be the folly in refusing to be owned, as Holly Golightly did until the end, a refusal that ironically imprisoned her. In an act of pique she set her cat free (named “cat” to ensure futher detachment) but her precious distance fell upon itself when she realized that to refuse to be owned (or loved) is to miss the whole boat.

The music of Chrissie Hynde and the Pretender’s has always resonated with me. The yearning and longing in her songs is a truth of the human condition. The opening to “Back in the Chain Gang” seems to be one of cheerful resignation, a sentiment I’d always associated with St. Thomas the Apostle when he said “let us go and die with Him”. Rarely does a song so well express the happy-go-luckiness of the already dead going about their Father’s business.

Her song “Brass in Pocket” is a pluperfect one of personal affirmation despite appearances: that every human is indeed special, if only because God says so. In this world most of us are average in every department except the only one that matters: God’s. While this, like most rock songs, can hardly be taken as Christian, the underlying tone can be seen as one of a yearning for God, to be requited in fullness only at the end of our lives, just as Abraham’s faith bore fruit only in his last days and just as Christ suffered death before his Resurrection. Much of the bible can be summed this way: that love for God will not go unrequited. The Christian can thus be comfortable with yearning.

Sitting on the front porch and the rain is falling hard, a cold stiletto rain I experienced the hard way. Retreating under the cover of the porch’s overhang I appreciated our house anew and how it is, at its most basic, protection from storm. Inside the house rain goes unnoticed but here on the porch the home’s service is marveled at.

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