Behold the Hurricane

I have had hurricanes on my mind today.

One reason: This post from a while ago about Kamau Brathwaite, Picasso, and writing.  Brathwaite famously said “the hurricane does not roar in pentameters.”

Revisiting that post meant listening to “Behold The Hurricane” by The Horrible Crows (Brian Fallon and friends) on repeat for a few hours.

I’ve also been talking/writing a good bit about the 3000 dead Americans in Puerto Rico.

There are hurricanes everywhere.

I have had extreme ups and downs today.  I have spoken with people who have had extreme ups and downs today.

For weeks, I have been tackling theodicy from all kinds of angles.  I can’t come up with anything better than the upshot of Harold Kushner: that physics are real and there are things that God perhaps cannot control.

I can’t settle for “chooses not to control.”  I have to go with “cannot” control.  I can give up omniscience, but I cannot give up goodness and mercy and love.

It strikes me that part of what we do here is behold the hurricane.

That’s different than just staring into the abyss. Beholding something implies some kind of action. There’s some sense of tarrying. If I were to write a theology of suffering, it would start with the idea that God tarries along side us, and beholds the hurricane.

Not to Put Too Fine a Point on It, But

This is the precise moment VH1 stopped playing music videos and the record industry as a whole decided they needed more control of their artists’ output.  Both realized there’d probably never be a song better than this:

Review in Progress: AWOL by Kevin Max

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This isn’t really a review.  It’s a shout.  I’m only like three tracks in, but I already love Kevin Max’s newest, AWOL, released on June 8.

That’s all.

Oh, and in case you didn’t already know, 2008’s Crashing Gates is stellar.

 

Enjoy this picture of Kevin Max and Liam Gallagher, probably circa the summer before my senior year of high school.  I know I do.