"Love follows knowledge."
"Beauty above all beauty!"
– St. Catherine of Siena

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Personal Note: The End of J's Cafe Blog

My first blogging experience was to be a guest blogger at J's Cafe Nette.  Jeanette, the owner of the blog, who has been so kind and gracious to allow me to blog there, has decided she has had enough of blogging and will close down her blog.  Some of my readers here are also readers there.  We (Jeanette, Sue our other co-blogger, and I) have said our farewells and posted our last blog

I don't know how I will express my political and more controversial views without J's Cafe.  This blog is not oriented for it.  I might consider opening a separate political blog, but frankly it's hard enough to keep up with this blog.  So for now I will have to express my political opinions as a commenter on political sites and articles. 

I wished my co-bloggers at J's Cafe well at the farewell blog, but let me do so again here.  To Jeanette and Sue, I want to thank you for your kindness, your wiliness to put up with me, and your friendship.  Let us stay in touch my friends.



Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Music Tuesday: Can't Take My Eyes Off You By Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

I heard this in the supermarket on Saturday and it sounded so good that it’s been stuck in my head for a couple of days now.  I’ve loved Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons since I was a kid.



Monday, August 19, 2013

Matthew Monday: Lancaster, PA Vacation

We took a five day weekend in Lancaster Pennsylvania.  It’s an easy to get to spot, basically a two and a half hour drive from our house.  We didn’t think Matthew was old enough yet for long drive or a flight.  So we kept it simple, and they have a number of things there that would interest a little boy.  In our plans were the National Toy Train Museum, the Railroad Museum of Pennsylvania, and the amusement park there named Dutch Wonderland. We had expected to fill the remaining time by horsing around at the hotel pool, but to our surprise when we got there the hotel didn’t have a pool, just a hot tub.  My wife and I could swear their website showed a pool, but when we went back to check it was only a hot tub in the picture.  Silly us, but the angle they took the picture made the tub look as big as a pool.  LOL. 

 
Well, Matthew wasn’t into a hot tub, nor am I sure it would not have been adverse to his health at his age.  We filled in the time with some other activities we found.  We discovered a wolf sanctuary  that provides tours, we took an Amish Horse and Buggy ride, and took a nice countryside leisurely drive.  Plus the Railroad museum had an option for a train ride, and we took that too.  I took a thousand pictures, so I’ll just share a few.

The toy train museum was really a bust if you ask me.  They had nice trains and nice exhibits, but it was two rooms.  We were done in an hour.  They claim to have a hands on exhibit for kids, but it was two little wooden trains that two year olds play with.  Their website makes it look like it’s way better than it is.  Here’s one picture of Matthew in front of an exhibit.

 


The Railroad museum was very good.  They had trains both indoors and out.  They also had a nice play area for children.  Trains were refurbished from various times in history.  Here’s a couple of pictures.

 


 

 

 
 
 
And here’s a couple from our old fashion coal, steam engine ride.
 

 
 

 
 
And from our buggy ride, Matthew and mommy petting the horses.
 

 
 
I'm going to save the pictures from the amusement park for next week. 

Friday, August 16, 2013

Faith Filled Friday: Lumen Fidei, Part 3


You can read the first installment of my excerpts of Lumen Fidei here and second installment here.  The first includes an introduction and links to an overview. 

 
I’ll repeat the structure of the encyclical to orient you for the next excerpt.  Numbers in parentheses indicate the paragraph number.


Introduction (1-7)

Chpt 1: We Have Believed In Love (8-22)

Chpt 2: Unless You Believe, You Will Not Understand (23-36)

Chpt 3: I Delivered To You What I Also Received (37-49)

Chpt 4: God Delivers A City For Them (50-60)

  

While Chapter One traces the history of faith, Chapter Two develops why faith is necessary to understand the fullness of life.  Through faith we find Truth, that is, with a capital “t.”  And that Truth is that love is at the center of life, the source of knowledge.   

 

31. It was only in this way, by taking flesh, by sharing our humanity, that the knowledge proper to love could come to full fruition. For the light of love is born when our hearts are touched and we open ourselves to the interior presence of the beloved, who enables us to recognize his mystery. Thus we can understand why, together with hearing and seeing, Saint John can speak of faith as touch, as he says in his First Letter: "What we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes and touched with our hands, concerning the word of life" (1 Jn 1:1). By his taking flesh and coming among us, Jesus has touched us, and through the sacraments he continues to touch us even today; transforming our hearts, he unceasingly enables us to acknowledge and acclaim him as the Son of God. In faith, we can touch him and receive the power of his grace. Saint Augustine, commenting on the account of the woman suffering from haemorrhages who touched Jesus and was cured (cf. Lk 8:45-46), says: "To touch him with our hearts: that is what it means to believe".[26] The crowd presses in on Jesus, but they do not reach him with the personal touch of faith, which apprehends the mystery that he is the Son who reveals the Father. Only when we are configured to Jesus do we receive the eyes needed to see him.

 

“By his taking flesh and coming among us, Jesus has touched us, and through the sacraments he continues to touch us even today; transforming our hearts, he unceasingly enables us to acknowledge and acclaim him as the Son of God.”

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Poetry: A Toccata of Galuppi's by Robert Browning


I know had seen this poem, but I didn’t think I ever read it, but when I looked in my Norton’s Anthology of English Literature, still kept nicely since my undergraduate class some thirty plus years ago, there it was under the Robert Browning chapter, and it was evident I had read it since there were little notes penciled in the margin.  Eve Tushnet, who I find an utterly fascinating person, noted the poem in her blog the other day.  She recalled the poem when Deacon Greg Kandra in his blog mentioned a tradition initially performed in Venice in the year 1000, and apparently also now on the east coast of the United States, during the Feast of the Assumption,  where a priest blesses the sea in what is called “the wedding of the sea.”  Read also here  The wedding is the symbolic marriage of Venice to the Adriatic Sea resulting from a ship saved during a storm when a priest threw his ring into the water.

The poem contains a slight reference to the tradition in the sixth line, and Ms. Tushnet who seems to have an encyclopedic mind when it comes to literature recalled the poem.  Her blog intrigued me enough for me to read and re-read the poem several times, and now, after several days of immersing myself in the poem, I find myself absorbed by it.  It’s a thoroughly enjoyable poem, and in honor of the Feast of the Assumption on this coming Thursday I’m going to post it and discuss it.

Robert Browning is one of the great English poets of the Victorian era.  You may know his wife, a lesser poet but perhaps more popular, Elizabeth Barrett Browning.  The two of them lived most of their lives in Italy.  Robert Browning is thought of as a difficult poet, but frankly I’ve never felt that way.  The difficulty arises in that Browning’s poems are usually in the voice of the character that the poem is about.  Once you understand enough about the character, it’s easy to pick up what’s being alluded to.

In “A Toccata of Gallupi’s” the central character is an Englishman who is playing (or perhaps listening to, it’s not entirely clear) a toccata written by the Venetian musician, Baldassare Galuppi.   As the Englishman listens to the music, he has a flight of fancy where he imagines Galuppi playing at a Venetian masquerade ball.  He imagines young men and women at the ball in amorous exuberance.  The poem is written in dramatic monologue, the narrator speaking to the reader.    At one point we hear the voices of the men and women at the ball (l. 21-22) in dialogue, but that is the narrator, the Englishman, recounting what he imagines they said.  We hear Galuppi speaking to the narrator (l. 34-43), but again that is the Englishman recounting an imaginary conversation.

With that overview, I think the poem is quite readable.  I post the entire poem here, but go to the Victorian Web page of the poem where some more notes and commentary might help you get over some of the obscure parts.

 
"A Toccata of Galuppi's"
by Robert Browning.
 
                                         I
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!
I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind;
But although I take your meaning, 'tis with such a heavy mind!
 
                                         II
Here you come with your old music, and here's all the good it brings.
What, they lived once thus at Venice where the merchants were the kings,
Where Saint Mark's is, where the Doges used to wed the sea with rings?
 
                                         III
Ay, because the sea's the street there; and 'tis arched by . . . what you call
. . . Shylock's bridge with houses on it, where they kept the carnival:
I was never out of England — it's as if I saw it all.
 
                                         IV
Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in May? 10
Balls and masks begun at midnight, burning ever to mid-day,
When they made up fresh adventures for the morrow, do you say?
 
                                          V
Was a lady such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so red, —
On her neck the small face buoyant, like a bell-flower on its bed,
O’er the breast's superb abundance where a man might base his head?
 
                                          VI
Well, and it was graceful of them — they'd break talk off and afford
— She, to bite her mask's black velvet — he, to finger on his sword,
While you sat and played Toccatas, stately at the clavichord?
 
                                         VII
What? Those lesser thirds so plaintive, sixths diminished, sigh on sigh,
Told them something? Those suspensions, those solutions — "Must we die?" 20
Those commiserating sevenths — "Life might last! we can but try!
 
                                         VIII
"Were you happy?" — "Yes." — "And are you still as happy?" — "Yes. And you?"
— "Then, more kisses!" — "Did I stop them, when a million seemed so few?"
Hark, the dominant's persistence till it must be answered to!
 
                                          IX
So, an octave struck the answer. Oh, they praised you, I dare say!
"Brave Galuppi! that was music! good alike at grave and gay!
"I can always leave off talking when I hear a master play!"
 
                                         X
Then they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one,
Some with lives that came to nothing, some with deeds as well undone,
Death stepped tacitly and took them where they never see the sun.
 
                                         XI
But when I sit down to reason, think to take my stand nor swerve,
While I triumph o'er a secret wrung from nature's close reserve,
In you come with your cold music till I creep thro' every nerve.
 
                                         XII
Yes, you, like a ghostly cricket, creaking where a house was burned:
"Dust and ashes, dead and done with, Venice spent what Venice earned.
"The soul, doubtless, is immortal — where a soul can be discerned.
 
                                         XIII
"Yours for instance: you know physics, something of geology,
"Mathematics are your pastime; souls shall rise in their degree;
"Butterflies may dread extinction, — you'll not die, it cannot be!
 
                                         XIV
"As for Venice and her people, merely born to bloom and drop, 40
"Here on earth they bore their fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop:
"What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
 
                                         XV
"Dust and ashes!" So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold.
Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become of all the gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.
 

The first ten stanzas set the scene and develops the Englishman’s character, contrasting him to Galuppi.  At the end of the tenth stanza, the poem introduces the theme of death.  The ball revelers leave off the music and move on, and in a compression of time the poem projects their lives to their ends, “death stepped tacitly and took them where they never see the sun” (l. 30).  And then in the eleventh stanza the poem transitions.  When the Englishman sits down to “reason,” and comes to some conclusion on the nature of life, in comes Galuppi’s music to upset his nerves.  And Gallupi speaks to him through the music, ‘"Dust and ashes, dead and done with, Venice spent what Venice earned” (l. 35).  What does the music (Galuppi) say to the Englishman?  It says that all these people dancing—some one hundred years before—are all now dead, and Venice in her glory has now passed into middling status: ‘"As for Venice and her people, merely born to bloom and drop/Here on earth they bore their fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop’ (l. 39-40).  The poem then is an elegy to passing youth and ultimate death.

That is the standard reading of the poem.  The notes at the Victorian Web site support that reading, and you can find similar readings across the internet.  But I’m going to take you deeper, but, mind you, this is my personal insight, and perhaps it might be incorrect.  Yes, the poem is about ultimate death, but there is more.  There is a stark contrast between the Englishman living in the 19th century and Galuppi from Venice of a century before.  The Englishman is said to be a scientist, or at least one whose identity is associated with science and mathematics (l. 37-38).  Galuppi is a musician and composer, but perhaps more importantly a composer for St. Mark’s Cathedral, a composer of religious music.  Sprinkled throughout the poem is the mention of an afterlife, the soul that lives on: “the soul, doubtless, is immortal” (l. 36) and “souls shall rise in their degree” (l. 38).  What I think Browning is after is a contrast of spiritual views between his age and nation, where theistic doubt has entered culture, with that of an older, faith filled age and place. 

If the poem were solely about passing youth and ultimate death, there would be no reason to locate the poem’s central consciousness with the Englishman.  He could easily have had Galuppi himself speak the monologue, or perhaps a contemporary of Galuppi, either one looking back to a ball years before.  The Englishman narrator is to compare the materialism and parochial ken of Browning’s age with the richness and spiritual ritual of Venice, “where Doges used to wed the sea with rings” (l. 6).  There are repeated moments of undermining irony to the narrator’s discourse.  He says he “can hardly misconceive” Galuppi, otherwise “it would prove him deaf and blind” (l. 2).  Well, right there in the line above he misspells (or in effect mispronounces since it’s a monologue) Galuppi’s first name.  He calls him Baldassaro when it’s actually Baldassare.  He imagines a Venetian carnival, when he’s never been out of England (l. 9) and his knowledge of Venice seems based on Shakespeare’s play (l. 8, “Shylock’s bridge” from The Merchant of Venice) than any firsthand knowledge.  It should be pointed out that the words he has Galuppi speak are not actually Galuppi’s, but what the Englishman imagines Galuppi to say.  Yes, he has Galuppi say the soul is immortal, but he has him quickly undermine it with “where a soul can be discerned” (l. 36).  That qualification is a metaphysical doubt, and though it’s uttered by Galuppi it’s really the Englishman’s doubt.  It should be pointed out that Browning was an atheist as a young man but evolved to have belief system.  The poem then is also a critique of Browning’s culture, a culture that lacks the faith, beauty, and splendor of magnificent Venice.

I would be remiss if I didn’t point out some of the wonderful craft in the poem.  It’s a highly unusual form, three triplets.  Triplets would get tiresome over time, but here what Browning does is write in long octometer line.  The long line I think stretches the rhymed words further apart than a normal pentameter line, and therefore makes the rhyme less artificial sounding.  It’s interesting that musical notes are grouped as an octave, and so Browning has the rhyme an octometer apart.  The meter is trochaic, that is stressed syllable followed by an unstressed, again unusual, and almost each line has a caesura, a slight pause, in the center.  Let me illustrate.  Take line ten, “Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in May?”   Notice the sing-songy stress/unstressed rhythm: DID young |PEOple |TAKE their |PLEAsure |WHEN the |SEA was |WARM in |MAY? Notice the slight pause between “did young people take their pleasure” and “when the sea was warm in May?”  Notice too how each line is not sixteen syllables as you would expect from a true octometer, but fifteen.  Browning does this so that the rhymed word ends on a stressed syllable, which would not occur with normal trochaic meter.   It’s really quite a tour de force.  Why does Browning go to such lengths in this poem?  I would say it’s to replicate the highly stylized toccata’s music that is the predominant symbol at the heart of the poem. 

I hope you liked the poem as much as I did.  Come back to it a couple of times and hopefully it should sink in if it doesn’t right away.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Matthew Monday: Matthew Gets Eye Glasses

Many of you may remember that Matthew was born with strabismus, or in laymen’s terms, severely cross eyed.  He underwent two operations to correct it, and it’s been remarkably successful.  We do have regular eye visits with the pediatric eye specialist, a wonderful doctor who has a way with children. 
 
We had a recent visit a couple of weeks ago, and I should have guessed by the silliness that went on in the waiting room that something was going to happen that day.  Of the four children waiting, three of them were named Matthew.  Every time one of them was called, either by a parent or the receptionist, all three would respond. 

 “Matthew?”

“What?” came from three voices.

My Matthew didn’t understand why other boys were also named Matthew.  I don’t think we had ever encountered another Matthew before.  And this didn’t just happen while we waited initially for almost an hour.  After the doctor initially examined him, he put drops in Matthew’s eyes to dilate them.  And we had to go back in the waiting room for another half hour and another round of three voices responding “what?” every five minutes.  It felt like I was in a Marx Brothers movie.

Now here’s what the doctor diagnosed.  Matthew’s vision is actually quite good.  Perfect in his right eye and only 20/40 in his left.  However, the doctor feels that Matthew is not actually using his left when he sees.  The brain is favoring his right eye.  The left was the much worse of his eyes and required the second operation.  So in order to make the brain want to use the left, he will have to wear glasses where the two eyes are of equal strength.  If that still doesn’t work, Matthew may have to go back to patching the good eye for a period of time.  He’ll assess that in three months.

In the meantime, my wife picked out a pretty snazzy frames.  Matthew seems to have taken to them well.  After all his father wears glasses all the time, and we did all we could to make this a positive experience for him.  Here are a couple of pictures of him with his new glasses.
 

And here's a close up.



 

Friday, August 2, 2013

Faith Filled Friday: Lumen Fidei, Part 2


You can read the first installment of my excerpts of Lumen Fidei here.  It includes an introduction and links to an overview. 

 
I’ll repeat the structure of the encyclical to orient you for the next excerpt.  Numbers in parentheses indicate the paragraph number.


Introduction (1-7)

Chpt 1: We Have Believed In Love (8-22)

Chpt 2: Unless You Believe, You Will Not Understand (23-36)

Chpt 3: I Delivered To You What I Also Received (37-49)

Chpt 4: God Delivers A City For Them (50-60)

 
The first blog I posted last week excerpted from the Introduction, which gave the rationale.  This blog I’ll post from Chapter 1, which traces the history of Judeo-Christian faith back to Abraham, through the national faith of Israel, including its occasional lack thereof, through the fullness of faith with the coming of Christ, and salvation through faith as revealed by St. Paul, and guided to faith by the established Church of Christ.  Chapter 1 is an incredible survey of how we have arrived at our faith in fifteen short paragraphs. 

 
The most remarkable passage from Chapter 1 is the paragraph where our Holy Father pulls together the full meaning of Abraham’s story and connects it with why faith is so important to our lives.  Here is the 11th paragraph:
 

11. A final element of the story of Abraham is important for understanding his faith. God’s word, while bringing newness and surprise, is not at all alien to Abraham’s experience. In the voice which speaks to him, the patriarch recognizes a profound call which was always present at the core of his being. God ties his promise to that aspect of human life which has always appeared most "full of promise", namely, parenthood, the begetting of new life: "Sarah your wife shall bear you a son, and you shall name him Isaac" (Gen 17:19). The God who asks Abraham for complete trust reveals himself to be the source of all life. Faith is thus linked to God’s fatherhood, which gives rise to all creation; the God who calls Abraham is the Creator, the one who "calls into existence the things that do not exist" (Rom 4:17), the one who "chose us before the foundation of the world… and destined us for adoption as his children" (Eph 1:4-5). For Abraham, faith in God sheds light on the depths of his being, it enables him to acknowledge the wellspring of goodness at the origin of all things and to realize that his life is not the product of non-being or chance, but the fruit of a personal call and a personal love. The mysterious God who called him is no alien deity, but the God who is the origin and mainstay of all that is. The great test of Abraham’s faith, the sacrifice of his son Isaac, would show the extent to which this primordial love is capable of ensuring life even beyond death. The word which could raise up a son to one who was "as good as dead", in "the barrenness" of Sarah’s womb (cf. Rom 4:19), can also stand by his promise of a future beyond all threat or danger (cf. Heb 11:19; Rom 4:21).

 
“For Abraham, faith in God sheds light on the depths of his being, it enables him to acknowledge the wellspring of goodness at the origin of all things and to realize that his life is not the product of non-being or chance, but the fruit of a personal call and a personal love.”