Monthly Archives: March 2010

evil’s event horizon

March 9, 2010
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evil’s event horizon

I. To Hell With It Coming from a religious background largely influenced by Buddhism in recent years, the concept of an eternal hell has been, for me, one of the most difficult to swallow during my recent return to my childhood Christian faith (albeit via the Eastern Orthodox Church, rather than the Catholic Church I grew up with). The Buddha propounded a reality divided into several different planes, none of which has the character of eternity attached to it, including the Buddhist hell. This is because of an essentially mechanistic metaphysic, inherited from its parent religion Hinduism (or more properly Sanātana Dharma), which depends on the workings of the law of karma for its understanding of human nature and its relationship to the rest of the cosmos. The metaphysics of karma essentially explain that a manifested being (in the provisional sense of an entirely conditioned, contingent existence with no essential nature specific to it) is the resultant vector, throughout all the various worlds of manifestation, of that being’s own past actions, and that karma can be both accumulated and exhausted much like money. Thus, given enough positive karma, one can end up a deva in one of the god-realms for

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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ tighten up

March 8, 2010
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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ tighten up

Archie Bell and the Drells’ 1968 hit “Tighten Up” is one of a long line of American popular songs built around a dance. There are few lyrics beyond Bell’s cajoling the band and the dancers (you!).  He does claim at the beginning of the song that “we dance just about as good as we walk,” which is a pretty transporting possibility when you think about it. Apparently, Bell fought in Vietnam while the song was climbing the charts, and could only come back to tour with the band after having been shot in the leg. That’s some rich irony to live, and sing. In these “tough economic times,” we need his simple, easy-to-follow advice… and all the better if it comes with some heavy Texas soul music… Bon appetite…

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the desultory results of theavantguardian logo competition\/\/the candidates

March 5, 2010
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the desultory results of theavantguardian logo competition\/\/the candidates

We have results! For the logo competition we’ve been blathering about for the last month or so. Please admire. What follows is a list IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER of the logos we received. We would like you to admire them, comment on them, hold them, love them, and decide amongst yourselves. We will be pow-ow-ing over here and will most likely publish the results on Monday. If you would like to give us some input please email tracey@theavantguardian.org (she needs something to do) or leave your suggestions in the comments. FYI My critical analysis is dumb. 1. Let’s start out with some suck. I warned that you mine would be a bit ridiculous. I find that purposefully crooked arrangements, while funny, often just look terrible and sloppy. Most of the things I do maintain a pretty solid “terrible and sloppy” image, so it’s really a lifestyle at this point. From the chicken flava. 2. Next a huge step up from reader Sam Petersson form Buckshots Inc. I see what you were going with here. That’s Avant. Looking smooth. My Thoughts are that this is the beginning of something great. Ecstasy? Do we need a Private Room? 3. From reader Aram

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the blending heat of compassion

March 4, 2010
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the blending heat of compassion

Let me fall into the broken waves of your absence, twisted in the soft wings of your malignant ships.. as they sail in the frozen crystals that cover my eyelashes.. gently crashing. your memory, rusting the endless tunnels of my mouth.. shaping slow breaths into my dead lungs. i’ve been waiting for a taste; the death of your neglect. a wreckage of sunken ships swallows my dreams, in my desperation i embrace the planet of this silence. when i wake…. i can still taste the fruitless attempt of forgetting. it is our language, familiar, muted, splintered. -eileen garcia

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iconostasis

March 2, 2010
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iconostasis

“It is impossible to spend the coming day in faith if we do not think of it as the last day of our life.” ~ St John Climacus I. A small blob of light in the distance bounces delicately back and forth. It comes slowly into focus, as though you’re just coming to after having passed out: a single sideways candle flame named fiat lux. You sit up and it’s now flickering up and down, marking the path of invisible air currents in the darkness. No smelling salts, just the acrid odor of hide glue gone bad from somewhere in the squalid apartment. There is almost no light: just the candle, a red flashing digital 12:00 in the corner and cracks of sunlight peering through drawn drapes. It’s cold enough to faintly see your breath. He’s still hunched over his workbench, the sole area fully benefiting from the light of the candle. You see some discarded egg shells on the floor and on the bench. His brush slowly glides over the smooth white gessoed surface of the thick mahogany panel, leaving a streak of red terra cotta in its wake, a small sable flagellum threshing blood from solid light. You can see the

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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ the blending heat of compassion

March 1, 2010
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this week on the avant guardian \/\/ the blending heat of compassion

In his book The Traces of God in a Frequently Hostile World, Diogenes Allen tells the story of Iulia de Beausobre. In the early 1930s Iulia was arrested and tortured in Russia during the reign of Stalin when millions were tortured and died. She lived in solitary confinement for three months, and spent three more months in the “Inner,” the worst part of the prison. Most prisoners could only endure this type of interrogation and torture for about six weeks. She lasted six months. She was brutally tortured by “scientists” trying to discover how to make people become pure instruments of the state by erasing their personal will. During her suffering Iulia discovered that there were three possible responses to her tormentors: one, she could fight them and make it a battle of wills. She saw prisoners who fought, and they often did not survive. Two, she could become utterly passive and withdrawn from her tormentors. Prisoners who did this retreated into an inner world for self-preservation, but they too rarely survived. She considered these two responses but felt both made her less human. So she chose a third response. She chose to notice everything

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