APRIL 2008
the mismeasure of mentors
by Kenneth Morefield
In the April 2008 Newsletter, “Creating,” author, artist and creativity guru Robert Fritz gave a moving tribute to a friend and mentor, Karlheinz Stockhausen. “I was in shock,” Fritz wrote. “I must have thought that Stockhausen was never going to die. That he was, somehow, beyond death, not exactly immortal, but […]”
finding holy places
by Bryce Alan Flurie
An Ongoing Photo Series
An MHP Interview with Simon Chorley
If you want a sex slave all you have to do is go to Craig’s List. It’s easy. And it may become easier. Yes, slavery is not physically sitting on the street corner between the old Episcopalian church and saloon as it was 200 years in the old Georgia town where I work. Only the church stands today... But freeing our society from sight lines does not void Webster’s active use of the word.
by Bruce Ellis Benson
Who would have thought that Friedrich Nietzsche could rightly be described as homo religiosus or a person of faith? If anything seems to be true, it is that his credentials as “secular thinker” are sterling. As a vehement critic of Christianity, Nietzsche seems the paradigmatic “atheist” and “nihilist.” Yet Nietzsche’s thought is much closer to religion than has been generally recognized.
the day jesus sanctions petty theft and parades
by David Wright
Granted, he seemed to know how
temporary would be the possession
of the colt, foal, donkey depending
upon your translation. He appeared
steps in the dark
by Rupert M. Loydell
Concrete slopes down to the beach;
a single track road leads to the quay.
Satellites drift across the sky
medals for amnesiacs
by Rupert M. Loydell
Strange how I am drawn to watching this
when war is something I hold no truck with.
Here, killing and political maneuvering
are reduced to one small group of men
by Zach Kincaid
The century on-hand will likely offer violence that invades the territories of people much more than maps, guising technology in usefulness and medicine in necessity. Natural human functions will not provide stimuli enough for you to either live comfortably nor accomplish the demands wrought by society.
by Scott Noble
Here we are, sitting in your work van, a white, ’71 Ford van with barely more metal than rust holes. The windshield has a world map of cracks that grows larger each passing season. The seats, more exposed cushion than vinyl, precariously hold our bodies on this calm and muggy summer afternoon.
“Time Travelers”
by Scott Mutter (1944-2008)