Although you can buy most anything from Amazon, the book industry is particularly under its hegemony.I have to admit that I enjoy browsing there, and often dream of the books on my wishlist.I suppose that’s why I was pleased to see that Nightmares with the Bible is now available for preorder on Amazon.I like to give updates for those interested, and the proofs have just arrived.There’s kind of an inevitability to seeing your book on Amazon, a prophecy almost.It now exists out there somewhere on the internet.I do hope that it might stir some interest in Holy Horror, but like that book it will miss its sweet spot of a release before Halloween.That means it also misses the fall catalogue.The next one comes in spring, and who’s thinking of horror then?Something all publishers of horror-themed books know is that minds turn toward these topics in September and October.Just look at the seasonal sections of stores.
Horror films come out all year long, of course.Halloween, however, serves as an economic lynch pin.People spend money on being afraid in the early fall.By mid-November thoughts have moved on to the holiday season and the bright cheer of Christmas.Holy Horror arrived days after Christmas two years ago, and although I was delighted to see it, I knew we’d missed the boat for promotion and by the time it was nearing the backlist at the next Halloween it was old news.That doesn’t dampen my enthusiasm for the books, of course.It just means they won’t get the attention they might have had.
Nightmares with the Bible is about demons.Primarily demons in movies, but also a bit of a history of how they develop.There’s a lot of academic interest in the topic at this point in time, so hopefully it will get checked out of academic libraries that will make up its primary home.According to Amazon you get five dollars off the exorbitant price if you order it there.Although it’s standard practice in the industry, I’ve always disagreed with “library pricing.”It comes from presses publishing too many books, I suspect.Since few of them are pay dirt they have to recoup their costs by overcharging for the rest.Nightmares with the Bible is reader friendly.It’s non-technical and, I hope, fun to read.Amazon seems excited about it (it’s an illusion, I know, but one for which those of us who do this kind of thing live), and is happy to take preorders.Have your library order one, and if you do, be sure to check it out.
I can remember when Labor Day was about honoring workers.I suppose it still is, in some circles.At the top, however, the strategy is to give all the breaks to the wealthy and convince those they exploit that it’s for their own good.In as far as Trump has a playbook, this is on page 1.All around the community I see poor, exploited people with Trump signs on their houses.And they’re big.Great.Never been bigger signs.The policies he’s enacted, however, have taken money from their pockets and lined those of the wealthy.Why do you think he refuses to share his tax records?Tax fraud is a crime.If you’re a laborer, anyway.
I grew up working class and I still think that way.I’m skeptical, though.I don’t take anyone’s word for it.That’s what happens when you become a professional researcher.Looking at actions instead of words is most instructive.As my step-father used to tell us, “Do as I say, not as I do.”Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.Just let him pick your pocket and tell you he’s been on your side all along.Can Labor Day be anything other than a lie under such circumstances?The American aristocracy has both a firm grip and tax incentives not to improve the lot of those who are barely getting by.And yet we take a day off and pretend that everything’s fine.
Polls repeatedly show that those in power have no idea of the realities of the lives of the working class.They can’t name the price of a loaf of bread and, especially in the present day, don’t care to.Many people in the United States fear socialism.Ironically, many of them are “Christians” who completely ignore the socialism of the book of Acts.Early believers, the Good Book says, pooled their resources and shared everything out equally.It’s a pity it didn’t last.Nations with socialized medicine—the only humane way to live—have handled the pandemic better than those that rely on health insurance at the same time its own government is trying to dismantle the only plan that would cover everyone.Why do we find it so hard to care for the workers?Maybe this Labor Day we can stop and think for a little while where we’d be without those who actually keep things going.And maybe in November we’ll vote to help them out.
What Labor Day used to be; courtesy Wikimedia Commons
Summer vacation—or at least what used to be known as summer vacation—is winding down.Unlike most years when the season is marked by a carefree sense of time off and travel, many of us spent it locked down while the Republicans have used revisionist history on the pandemic, claiming against all facts that America handled it best.Is it any wonder some of us turned to horror to cope?My latest piece in Horror Homeroom has just appeared (you can read it here).It’s on the movie Burnt Offerings.The movie is set in summer with its denouement coming just as vacation time ends.I’ve written about it here before, so what I’d like to mull over just now is transitions.The end of summer is traditionally when minds turn to hauntings.
Doing the various household repairs that summer affords the time and weather for, I was recently masked up and in Lowe’s.Although it was only mid-August at the time, Halloween decorations were prominent.Since this pandemic—which the GOP claims isn’t really happening—has tanked the economy, many are hoping that Halloween spending (which has been growing for years) will help.My own guess is that plague doctor costumes will be popular this year.Unlike the Christmas decorations that we’ll see beginning to appear in October (for we go from spending holiday to spending holiday) I don’t mind seeing Halloween baubles early.There is a melancholy feel about the coming harvest and the months of chill and darkness that come with it.Burnt Offerings isn’t the greatest horror film, but it captures transitions well.(That’s not the focus of the Horror Homeroom piece.)
Many of us are wondering how it will all unfold.Some schools have already opened only to close a week or two later.Those in Republican districts are sacrificing their children (this is the point of the Burnt Offerings piece) in order to pretend that 45’s fantasy land is the reality.The wheels of the capitalist economy have always been greased with the blood of workers.(Is it any wonder I watch horror?)As I step outside for my morning jog I catch a whiff of September in the air, for each season has its own distinct scent.I also know that until the situation improves it will likely be the last I’ll be outdoors for the day.It has been a summer of being cooped up and, thankfully, we’ve had movies like Midsommar and Burnt Offerings to help us get through.
Something truly remarkable happened this week.The Society of Biblical Literature, which, along with the American Academy of Religion, meets annually in November, has canceled its in-person meeting.I’ve been attending this conference since 1991 (with a few years off for good behavior).It always meets the weekend before Thanksgiving, stretching to the Tuesday prior.Some academics use the meeting to have an exotic Thanksgiving break with their families, particularly when it congregates someplace warm.(It was scheduled for Boston this year.)So I’m ruminating what this will mean for a year of missing markers.Some of you may recall I missed two years ago, electing to stay in Newark Airport instead, but this is different.We’re all being changed by this virus.
Missing markers. That’s what my wife calls it.March 12 was the day that Covid-19 became a crisis.In my extended family that’s in the middle of birthday season.Travel plans had to be altered.Trips to see loved ones had to be delayed.Then cancelled.Memorial Day came and went.It was a long weekend, but for most of us it was a long weekend at home.Our usual summer trip to the lake was also a victim.A remote lake may be the safest place to be, but you have to get there.Flying doesn’t seem safe and we don’t have enough vacation days to drive all the way out and back.Here we are halfway through the summer and each day feels pretty much like the one before, even if it’s a day off work.Time seems out of whack.Back in April it was hard to believe it was still 2020, now it’s difficult to comprehend that the year’s more than half over and there will be no AAR/SBL in November.
Growing tired of the phrase “unprecedented times,” I prefer “missing markers.”Yes, the weather’s still doing its time-keeping job.This summer has been quite hot around here, for the most part.I remember shivering in my study sometime not so long ago, bundled up in layers and thinking that when summer rolled around this coronavirus would be a bad memory.If only there were something governments could do to keep people safe.If only there were people in the White House who cared.I had visions of professors, hundreds and hundreds of them, wearing masks with their tweed.It was a vision of wonder.They’d walk up to you, extending an elbow to bump, but you’d back off. That’s actually too close.And lecturing spreads germs very effectively.Over time 2020 itself will become a marker.I’m not sure anyone will miss it, however.
It’s Independence Day and what we most need independence from is our own government.History is full of ironies.Federal holidays falling on a Saturday, for instance.In any case, here we are on the Fourth of July and still stuck under a repressive government that a small portion of people like.Republican groups supporting Biden are starting to arise, but we can only dream on Independence Day.Many of us would like to be independent of the coronavirus, and not a few people are acting like we are.Cases are spiking, so the rest of us are staying indoors.Fireworks are okay, but I have trouble staying awake until dark these days and more often than not they just keep me awake as I’m starting to doze.
Maybe for Independence Day I’ll take leave of reality.Maybe I’ll imagine a government that isn’t so utterly corrupt that some people might have some faith in it.Maybe I’ll dream that black lives matter and that our leaders would believe it.Maybe I’ll think what it would have been like if caring officials addressed the Covid-19 crisis directly instead of brushing it off, so that like all well-run nations cases would be going down here instead of back up.There’s so many possibilities and the one thing they all have in common is that they point to independence from the Trump Administration, if that’s what it can be called.Maybe it’s time to light a sparkler of hope.
Independence Day can be a day of looking forward instead of looking back.If we can look ahead we might see a country where anyone will be allowed to exist and not be condemned by “Christianity.”We can come to see that privileging any one “class” or “race” or “sexual orientation” is a form of bigotry from which we can and should be independent.We can try to think what it must be like to experience life from somebody else’s skin.We can try to understand instead of standing ready to condemn that which is “different.”Fact is, everyone is different from everyone else, it’s only a matter of degree.And difference can unite rather than divide.The whole idea behind uniting different states was that those who were different could support one another and figure out how to make room for everyone to fit.It won’t be easy to do, but we might use today to envision a country where we can work together, and figure out that leaders who bring people together are the only hope we have for the future.
It occurs to me that my post on Sunday may have been a touch cryptic.(I can be naughty at times.)Horror Homeroom was good enough to publish a piece I’d written about the movie Midsommar, a film that got its hooks into me earlier this year.Here’s the link in case you’d like to read it (it’s free): http://www.horrorhomeroom.com/midsommar-and-cross-quarter-day-horror/.It’s not an article using the Bible and horror as in yesterday’s post, but rather it is an exploration of the broader relationship between horror and religion.The origin of religion has long been a fascination, and the more I look into the connection with what makes us afraid, the more I find in common.But why midsummer when summer’s only just beginning?
Ancient peoples in temperate zones, according to the records they left behind, carefully observed the change of seasons.Without a tilted, spinning globe as a model the science of the time (which was likely their religion) suggested that the heavenly bodies were migratory.If you use raw observation that’s what seems to be the case.Now that I sit in the same office every day with a south and a west window, it becomes very clear how the sun shifts over the course of the year.In the winter it seems to be on a journey far to the south.Religions of such science would want to know, of course, when it would start coming back.The years were divided into segments—we still recognize four of them in our seasons although, in truth, they are merely gradual changes that take place in the weather as the earth’s tilt moves our hemisphere toward or away from the sun.
Midsummer was a northern European festival to celebrate the longest day.Whether this is the start of summer or the middle of summer is merely a matter of interpretation.The film Midsommar plays on the disorienting long span of daylight in northern Sweden.Without the dark to guide us, sleep and the regular rhythms of daily life can become difficult.When the people believe the old religion, well, let your imagination run wild.Horror films often lurk in these transitional times of the year.We tend to associate them with Halloween, but there’s enough to be afraid of right now.Not all horror has religious components, of course.Nevertheless it has been there from the beginning, from when van Helsing pulled out a crucifix to frighten off Dracula.And it continues, in perhaps more sophisticated ways, even in the broad daylight.
The summer solstice comes whether we want it to or not.Today is the longest day in the northern hemisphere although, as I write this the sun has not yet risen.It was a sleepless night, making this day seem even longer than it already is.Over on Horror Homeroom, where they understand sleepless nights, my piece on the movie Midsommar will appear.I won’t say here what I say there, or you might not go and read it.I will say that for a horror film Midsommar boldly sets itself in a sun-bathed atmosphere, making it all the more unsettling.To see more you’ll need to visit the Homeroom.
There are implications for the longest day.One of the most obvious is that from here on out days will be getting shorter.That’s the thing about anticipation—we crave the light when it’s in such short supply in December and January.This year of Covid, the spring blended into a long stretch of social distancing and isolation, even as the days were growing longer and the weather warmer.It was like some spokes were missing from the wheel of the year.Now that summer’s here many people are acting as if the need for caution is gone.Midsommar may help with that, since it shows that the daylight sometimes shows us what we don’t really wish to see.
Ancient peoples kept an eye on the seasonal changes long before they learned to write.Etched into the landscape markers like Stonehenge and Avebury and countless others were oriented toward celestial points on the solstices.Equinoxes were also observed, as well as the half-way points between.This altering of the earth to commemorate the progressing of the year took great effort, so we must assume it had great importance.You don’t move boulders unless you feel strongly compelled to do so.Such compulsion strikes us all as religious.
So it’s the longest day of the year.What will we do with it?When we look back at it, will we see what we wished we might have done with all that light on our side?Will we treat it just like any other day?The beauty of holidays (of which capitalism recognizes far too few) is that they teach us to stop and reflect for a few moments on the messages our planet sends us.Our longest day is also a message.What we do with that information is up to us.
Education is important.For example, I never really knew what Juneteenth was, although I’d heard the name a few times.Perhaps because of the “teenth” part I had it in my head that this was something to do with young people.The amazing thing I’ve been learning over the past several weeks is just how deliberate the “white male” narrative has been in perpetuating the racist mechanism in the employment of capitalism.Years ago I learned that race is a human construct—it has no basis in science or biology.It has served various entrepreneurs throughout history, beginning in 1619 and has been perpetuated ever since in order to ring the last possible copper from the coffers.Now we see what that looks like when a standing president holds these “truths” to be self-evident.
Juneteenth was proclaimed in Texas in 1865.Even in the extreme and conservative Lone Star State it was recognized over a century ago that all people have the right to be free.Of course we don’t celebrate it as a national holiday.Give people too much time off and they might get to thinking.If, perchance that thinking turns toward the heartless machine of capitalism it might be realized that there are better ways to ensure people are treated fairly, regardless of their skin color.This year, for the first time I have seen, many organizations—some of them corporations, even—are closing in honor of Juneteenth.Black lives do matter.We should be able to see that, but it takes innocent deaths to make the obvious appear.
Yesterday I listened to three Pulitzer Prize winners discussing racial equality.All three of them had written on the African-American experience.All three knew the evils of racism.Research has been done that indicates much of what stands behind white evangelical support of the Republican Party is racism.Many of the movement’s leaders still buy into myths about race and believe it is something God built into the human soft machine rather than something we made up ourselves.For political purposes.We need Juneteenth.We need reminders that the evil we’ve constructed can be dismantled.People should not die because of a false human construct.It wasn’t lack of curiosity that prevented me from learning about Juneteenth when I first heard of it.No, it was being overwhelmed with the problems Washington was spewing out (and continues to), that I had to divide my energies depleted by the capitalist Moloch.Now I realize, because by their fruits we shall know them.Floyd George was murdered on camera and we need to expose the thinking that allowed that crime to happen.
The summer solstice is nearly here (on which more anon).The coronavirus outbreak reached crisis level in the United States just before the vernal equinox, so we’ve been living with this now for over a quarter of the year.The World Health Organization has been warning that the greatest danger now is complacency.I’ve been seeing troubling signs of it.Many people equate the partial opening up as a license to ditch the masks and start having parties again.I go jogging around 5 a.m. these days because, well, the solstice.It’s light enough and I’ve already been awake a couple of hours by then.Parks and playgrounds around here are officially closed still, but the other day just after first light I jogged by a group of guys playing basketball before sunrise.The days are longer and it feels like nothing can harm us in summer.
Like most other people I worry about the economy.You’d think books would be big business during a lockdown and in fact many kinds are doing quite well.The academic kind less so.Still, I haven’t given up my hope that the pandemic will prove transformative.We should emerge from this better than we were going into it.Granted, the Republican Party has put the bar really, really low, but people are, I hope, starting to realize we’re better than our government.We know that black lives matter.We know that science is real.We know that people matter more than money.Nevertheless it’s difficult to keep wearing masks when we’ve shed the winter clothes and donned short sleeves.Disease, like Republicanism, doesn’t respect human desires.We need to keep the masks on.
A strange kind of giddiness comes upon us during these long days.There’s so much light!Those who can sleep past 4 a.m. are finding the sky already glowing when they awake.At this latitude it stays light until almost 9 p.m., or so I’m told.Thinking back to our primal ancestors, we were only really active during daylight hours.Sluggish and sleepy in the winter, we’re now stimulated with so many photons we don’t know what to do with them all.I sincerely hope that Covid-19 has had enough of the human race and is ready to leave us alone.In the light of the day, however, the evidence isn’t there to bear that out.We can still celebrate the longest day of the year with masks on, knowing that six months from now things will be very different.
What with the US Navy admitting that UFOs are real and all, it seemed like a good idea to watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind over the holiday weekend.Like many of my generation I saw it in a theater—itself kind of a distant memory—back in 1977.I’m not sure why it’s been on my mind lately, but since it’s a long movie it takes a long weekend to accomodate it.As we settled down to classic Spielberg scenes—lots of khaki and crowds and desert locations—it was a reminder of how silly we all looked in the seventies.(What were we thinking?)Other than that the film has aged pretty well.The plot, although not action-packed, is probing and has several moments that seem to have inspired Poltergeist.What made the film blog-worthy at this time, however, was the wearing of masks.
When Roy Neary and Jillian Guiler arrive at Devil’s Tower the governmental cover-up is in full play.A nerve-gas leak—and who can check out whether such a thing really happened?—has a mask-wearing restriction in place.I wondered where one could get a gas mask today when the crowd scenes of the pandemic won’t even leave a roll of toilet paper behind.Checking for rubbing alcohol to make homemade hand sanitizer I found it selling for $300 per gallon on Amazon.Where are we going to get a gas mask in circumstances such as these?That particular scenario never really stood out to me before although I’ve seen the movie many times over the years.Back when I was a student at Boston University the school tee-shirt worn by Barry Guiler was the interesting cultural context.
Films that survive the years take on different aspects over time.Some suggest that a branch of the military admitting to the reality of UFOs during a pandemic was intended to underplay the event.Others have argued that a similar release of information many months ago received similar lackluster interest.If there are aliens out there, I have trouble imagining that they’d travel all this way for a synthesizer concert at a national monument that received a major uptick in visitors due to the movie’s release.Maybe we love our fictional aliens more than the possibility of meeting those that seem to be vexing our navy?The movie was the right choice for the circumstances, it seems to me.Some things about the seventies are worth revisiting from time to time. Strangely, in retrospect, life seemed simpler then.
It’s 5:30 a.m. the day after Memorial Day and I’m out jogging.I go out at this time because there’s not much likelihood of encountering many other people.Oh, I know others are awake, but few are out on the trail at this time of morning.I’m made a bit sad by the amount of trash I see along the path.Yesterday turned into a pleasant afternoon and I suspect lots of people were out here then.I even find the remains of some kind of homemade fireworks launcher, reminding me that it was supposed to be a patriotic holiday.I’ve seen an uptick in Trump signs around here and I wonder if it has anything to do with the rampant somebody elsism that I see strewn along my jogging trail.
Somebody elsism is the attitude that I can make a mess of things and let somebody else deal with it.(It’s my right as an American!)Maybe you’ve seen it too.The doggie doo-doo bags that are filled and left beside the trail for somebody else to pick up and dispose of.It’s my right to own a dog, and although I may feel compelled to bag its leavings, somebody else will have to throw it away.The idea’s pretty rampant.I’ve even found such things on my front sidewalk.I suspect this is a chapter in the myth of rugged individualism.I have a right, but somebody else has the duty.
Life itself is like this, I guess.We have to leave wills to help those left behind sort out the various messes we’ve made in our lifetimes.Still, the Trump administration has all been about somebody elsism.There is no such thing as controlled chaos.The coronavirus should have taught us that, if we hadn’t figured it out long before.Living together with other people requires a commitment to some basic things.As much as I dislike yardwork, you can’t own a house and let the plants take over.Your wild growth will seed somebody else’s weeds.I’d rather be sitting inside reading.It’s a holiday weekend and I have so little time to read during the week.Won’t somebody else take care of the grass that has been loving the rain and warmer temperatures?If only.So I’m out jogging early, but I have to wait until it’s light.There are so many things you can’t see before twilight kicks in, and unless somebody else picks them up I’m bound to step in them.
Memorial Day has a special poignancy when thousands of people are needlessly dying from a disease.As the unofficial kick-off to summer, the holiday also marks the loosening of restrictions (most likely prematurely) and we can only wonder how many more will die when our usual carelessness resumes.I’m not alone, I suspect, in hoping that this crisis will have brought some permanent changes, such as thinking about others.It’s almost impossible to hope that such consciousness will rise to the level of government, of course, but if we the roots of the grass care for one another won’t that care naturally grow to a national level?Americans have long loved the myth of rugged individualism.There may have been a day when that was plausible, but we are now so interconnected that anyone considered successful has become so only because of considerable support of others.
This holiday is all about remembering.Unfortunately remembering our war dead hasn’t done much to prevent wars.If they’re not the acting out of our fears (as every belligerence since World War II seems to have been) then what are they?Phobias of communists, terrorists, and assorted “others” lead us into mass killing, often for economic gain.What if we were to put those vast military resources toward fighting a deadly disease?What if we had a national will to take care of our people rather than to enrich ourselves?Wouldn’t we be all the richer for it?Instead we face more needless deaths, more people to remember on the next Memorial Day.Maybe the sun will be shining then.
Those of us non-essential workers who’ve nevertheless been working remotely these past two-and-a-half months have a day off today.Many will want to gather, but we know it’s not really a good idea.We know the way infection works.We have no battle plan against COVID-19.We’re chomping at the bit for economic vitality, forgetting that those who are on the front lines are continuing to get sick.It’s strange to have a holiday under such circumstances.The warmer weather invites us outdoors while the plague drives us inside.There’s a place for bravery, but when bravado masks itself with foolishness there will be a price to pay.It’s Memorial Day and we can honor our dead by not rushing to join them with unreflective premature relaxing of safety measures.Let’s stay safe this holiday by remembering what we’ve learned.
It’s a dilemma. How do we celebrate Mother’s Day during a lockdown? The COVID-19 pandemic has changed a lot of things. Given that it was snowing around here yesterday (not to be blamed on the virus), even May doesn’t seem very cooperative this year. On Friday night I made an emergency trip to Target for essentials. One of my ulterior motives was to purchase a Mother’s Day card for my wife. Given the lack of social distancing at the card rack, I wasn’t the only one who had this in mind. The remainder of the store had shelves of daily necessities picked clean. How to celebrate moms during a pandemic? I guess by trying to stay alive.
Those of us far from childhood homes can’t visit our mothers. Even if we could we couldn’t take them out for dinner. If we send flowers we can’t send gloves to protect their fingers—the stores are out of those. If we send flowers to plant we have to send plastic to cover them too, having had four nights with freeze warnings in a row. Talking to my Mom yesterday she recollected the year that it snowed on Memorial Day. I shouldn’t complain. Mom would rather I didn’t.
Perhaps the best we can do for Mother’s Day is to start treating all women better. One commemorative day a year doesn’t make up for a lifetime of second-class citizenship. Our mothers are the reason all of us are here. Isn’t that reason enough to see we’re all part of a single family? Women put up with a lot to take care of us. Even so we deny them an amendment granting them equal rights. Politicians are saying “Happy Mother’s Day” even as they continue to withhold basic human rights from women. We could celebrate Mother’s Day by putting our sentiments into action, transforming daily life into equal pay and equal protections.
There’s a pandemic outside. There’s some snow out there too. But there’s a warmth inside and for that we have our mothers to thank. If we really mean it when we send our mothers cards and flowers, if we really mean it when we call, if we really mean it when we give her a hug, we’ll show it by our actions every other day of the year. We need to be sincere when we say it, or don’t say it at all. Happy Mother’s Day!
Happy Beltane!We could use a holiday right about now.For those of us who are under the spell of intelligent horror, May Day brings The Wicker Man to mind.Not the remake, please!I first saw it about a decade ago—my career history has made watching horror an obvious coping mechanism—and I was struck by the comments that the film was a cautionary tale.One of the problems with being raised as a Fundamentalist is that you tend to take things literally and I supposed that the cautionary tale was against Celtic paganism.The Wicker Man is about the celebration of Beltane on a remote Hebridean island, and it was only as I watched it a few more times and reflected on it that I came to realize the caution was about those who took their religion too seriously, pagan or not.
Photo credit: Stub Mandrel, via Wikimedia Commons
Lord Summerisle, after all, admits that his religion was more or less an invention of his grandfather.More of a revival than an invention, actually.In other words, he knows where the religion came from, and he has a scientific understanding of the soil and how and why crops fail.That doesn’t prevent him from presiding over May Day celebrations to bring fertility back to the land.The people, as often is the case with religions, simply follow the leader.Of course, Beltane is a cross-quarter day welcoming spring.It is celebrated in Celtic countries with bon fires and obviously those fires are to encourage the returning of the sun after a long winter.The days are lengthening now.I can go jogging before work.The light is returning.
Capitalism, which is showing its weak side now, doesn’t approve of too many holidays.Like Scrooge they think days off with pay are picking the pockets of the rich.The government stimulus packages show just how deeply that is believed in this country.Celts we are not.So as I watch the wheel of the year slowly turning, and see politicians aching to remove restrictions so that money can flow along with the virus, I think that cautionary tales are not misplaced.The love of money can be a religion just as surely as the devotion to a fictional deity.Herein is the beauty of The Wicker Man.Beltane is upon us.As we broadcast our May Day it could be wise to think of the lessons we might learn, if only we’d consider classic cautionary tales.
It’s difficult to say, since I don’t get outside much, but reports have come in that the earth is healing itself while we’ve been sequestered.Rivers usually polluted have begun to run clean.Smoke-smuggered skies have turned blue.Animals have begun to explore human-made environments abandoned while we all shelter in place.Could there be a more poignant statement about the reason for Earth Day?If our worst behaviors are ceased even for a little while, the damage we do to our home planet begins to come undone.To me that has been the most profound hope brought to light by this crisis.Living more simply might be a virtue after all.
From NASA’s photo library
Going without can be difficult.Every time the fleeting thought comes that I need to run to the store for this or that—and I’ve been taught that shopping is normal and natural and good for everyone—I have to stop and weigh the options.Do I really need whatever it is?Can I do without it?Even bank accounts, for those fortunate enough to be able to keep working, have started to recover.The frenzy we normally live under—earning money to keep buying things we don’t really need—is suddenly cast into perspective.Times like this Earth Day I think of Henry David Thoreau.Sometimes we like to laugh about our American saints, but his desire to live more simply does have appeal.
Like many students who find themselves in Boston, I once made pilgrimage to Walden Pond.The day I went there with some friends I believe we were the only car in the lot.We lived simply in the way that grad students do, being under the sword of educational debts and loans, but we had come to see the place where nature had called one harried philosopher to solitude.I knew, even as I stood by the marker of the cabin site that we couldn’t all live like this and still enjoy the benefits of medical science and technology (such as it was in the 1980s).Perhaps it is possible, however, to reflect on better ways of living now that we’ve all been placed in a kind of enforced solitude.I’ve begun reading more poetry.I’ve started painting again.Life has, in the midst of a pandemic, begun to feel more healthy.It’s Earth Day.Normally I’d be looking for an opportunity to join a community cleaning event, or even to go out and pick up trash on my own.Since these are ill-advised, I stand before my bookshelf and reach for Walden instead.