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Worthy is the Lamb

Monday, April 19th, 2010

Sunday, April 18, 2010
Homily at Vespers, St. Dominic Priory
on Revelation 5:11-14
(1st reading, 3rd Sunday of Easter)

There was once a little village, recessed deep within a valley sourrounded by a high mountain range.  Within this town there was a man who rarely left his home, always set in front of his piano, playing away and composing.  For many years he worked on a great symphony, until one day, in his old age, he simply disappeared.  A few weeks later, while looking for him, the people of the town discovered his great symphony, and recognizing it for what it was, wished to have it performed.  They gathered the greatest musicians from all around the region to come together and perform this magnificent work, so that the town could hear the beautiful music this man had composed.  Yet, when the prepared day came, they realized that for all the preparations they had made, they forgot to employ a conductor–after all, it would have been natural for the composer to conduct the first performance of his symphony, and no one had ever heard it played before.  Who could possibly conduct this incredible piece of music?

On the appointed day almost everyone from the mountains and the village had gathered at the town hall, anxiously awaiting the fabled music to be performed.  All of the musicians were tuning their instruments, excitement was high, but a conductor was nowhere to be found.  As everyone slowly began to realize the awful mistake, a wave of whispers rolled over the crowd until silence prevailed.  A baby could be heard crying in the background.  But no one dared say a word…
They must have waited ten, fifteen minutes in silence, but it seemed like hours.  Until, rather abruptly, a young man appeared on the stage, handsomely dressed and confident, he strode out to the conductor’s podium, bowed and turned to the orchestra.  Jaws dropped, eyes opened wide, and everyone was in awe.  They were about to hear the greatest symphony ever written.

As he tapped the podium with his baton, the orchestra rustled to attention, the crowd braced themselves and the music began.  The concert must have lasted for hours, but no one could have measured the passage of time.  Trumpets blared, violins and cellos sang, drums thundered…  At its conclusion, again there was utter silence.  Suddenly the entire crowd erupted in elation.  Applause rang out from everyone, it seemed to echo through the mountains, there were shouts, calls, whistling, clapping, dancing, singing, everyone in the entire town seemed to rejoice, in fact, the whole ground shook with a kind of laughter… a great joy fell resounded through all who were present, they stood in triumph, in exultation… no one remembered how long they had been there, no one wanted to stop applauding… the thundering ovation seemed even to be a part of the symphony, to conclude it, to extend it.
And everyone remembered the day.  It never seemed to end.

Just before the section of Revelation that we have heard from today, John presents us with the moment in his vision in which no one can be found to open the scroll.  John begins to weep… a great sadness, a silence, falls over him.  How can it be?  Is there no one?  Father, where is the lamb?  as Isaac said long ago.  Who will open the scroll?

The angel speaks comfortingly to John, however, that he should not worry… and the Lion of Judah appears like a slain lamb, and he opens the scroll.  The rejoicing of the angels, the living creatures, the 24 elders and all creation that we see in this reading today, then, is in response to the opening of the scrolls.  It is the high point of John’s vision: John sees the heavenly worship eternally offered to Jesus Christ, the slain lamb who is worthy to open the scrolls.

Christ has appeared, he is the only one worthy to open the scrolls because he has been slain.  He is the only one worthy to conduct the symphony of praise to God the Father, the only one prepared to lead the performance of the Fathers grand and magnificent work of Creation–that all things, all persons, angels above, men, women and children below, animals, trees, plants, flowers, fishes and all the earth might praise God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit in harmony, their hearts redounding with love and gratitude.
I think, when it comes to the praising of the heavenly host, the eternal worship of Jesus Christ, the lamb who was slain, there is perhaps no better image, no more successful and meaningful analogy than that of a symphony.  From the exquisite violin and powerful drums down to the humblest triangle or chimes, the unity of a well-tuned and trained orchestra expresses a kind of holiness that only music and represent.  There is a deepness to music, a primordial quality that is difficult to bring to full expression through words… in joy and in sadness our hearts cry out to make music.

When I was a teenager (and I think many of you can relate to this) one of the greatest freedoms of having a car to drive was not just the freedom of the open road, but the freedom of a very powerful moving stereo system.  There is something glorious about the ability to broadcast music to the heavens above…
I think this is one of the great discoveries of teenage life: the spiritual nature of music.  The uplifting of the soul to greater things beyond this world…

And so to compare the praise offered to the slaughtered Lamb seated upon the throne of God to choirs upon choirs of heavenly singers is a powerful, moving image.  It speaks to the heart of human nature.  What lifts us up…

St. Augustine wrote: He that sings praise, not only praises, but only praises with gladness.  He that sings praise not only sings, but also loves him of whom he sings.  In praise, there is the speaking forth of one confessing; in singing, the affection of one loving.

He that sings praise, prays twice.

We are at times unappreciative of the value of worship, adoration and praise.  We might even recognize that from time to time we are reticent, unwilling, to join in songs of Praise and Worship—not my style—or to offer ourselves in adoration before the Blessed Sacrament.  We might place emphasis only on the reception of communion, to the detriment of worship and adoration of that which we receive.  Our work, as a people, as a Church, is the praise and worship of our God.  He is utterly worthy of all our adoration, our praise, our admiration, our singing of his glory.

I think that this is key to understanding how heaven will never be boring, will never grow old, we will never tire of it—because at the heart of who we are as human beings is the need for offering praise.  Dorothy Day said that when she first saw Catholics on their knees praying, she realized that the human person was made for something better… that worship was at the center of what it means to be human!

This evening and all evenings, we hear the sounds of praise of one great yet humble soul.  The Blessed Virgin Mary’s praise of the Heavenly Father, in the Magnificat, ring out throughout history, and we are privy to this glorious praise.  Can you hear the Virgin’s praise of her Creator?

Can you hear the joy of the angels?  Can you feel the rumbling of thunder from the heavens, the drums and trumpets, the sweet hymn of violins, of countless numbers of voices, praising, singing, holy, holy, holy … WORTHY IS THE LAMB??
And can we join them today… and forever?

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Thinking Post-PoMo, or the “Organic” Revolution

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

More than three years ago, when I finished my Master’s thesis for architecture, I decided that I would never talk about it again… I actually went so far as telling job interviewers that they could read about it in my portfolio, but that I did not want to explain it to them (and they still hired me)!

Well, in this exclusive, I’m going to break the silence. You see, I’ve noticed more and more through this field-switch of my own—from architecture to theology and philosophy—that the cultural and intellectual crisis (or movement, or development, depending on your own  opinions) that I perceived through the lens of architecture, surely enough, can be observed in other fields as well.

pompidou1In other words, let us begin with some of my thesis research.  Some background is necessary at first.  In the “world” of architecture, there are more than a handful of architects interested in some edgy stuff in the way of what is called ‘programming’.  If you remember, Louis Sullivan (1856-1924), author of one of the world’s first “skyscrapers”—the Wainwright Building here in St. Louis—and the hand behind the pen of the phrase “form ever follows function,” gave voice to the ideas that would take the world of architecture by a Modernist storm.  Though Sullivan died almost a century ago, his words ring out through history.  Sullivan’s intentions in these words were most certainly other than what they are often taken to mean today, and yet they are but the first whisper of what would become a great cry against sentimental aesthetics.

Form following function, indeed, is no “new” idea.  The form of any created artifact with a functional intention is inevitably dictated by its purpose.  To separate the two is to render the work impotent—like making a chair out of sugar cubes or glass shards.  But Sullivan’s Modernist successors would construe his words to demand the stripping of anything ’superfluous’ of structure and function from buildings.  If you don’t believe me, just ask Renzo Piano and Richard Rogers about their Centre Pompidou (pictured above right).  Now, granted, Pompidou is a bit tongue-in-cheek, and a better example would perhaps be the sleek and orthogonal steel, glass and concrete of the international style, but the point is that this over-emphasis on function dictating the shape and appearance of buildings came to a head in the last century and carried itself over even into the Postmodern styles of the latter half.

This denuding of ornamentation was exemplified by later iconic statements such as “less is more” and surely enough, “God is in the details”.  Both quotes end up exulting the details themselves as a kind of obsessive-compulsive ornamentation: Mies van der Rohe’s designs were extremely difficult to execute because of their precision.  They can appear, to the uninitiated eye, as rather bleak, sterile, elitist… or simply ugly.

campus-iitConsider Mies’ campus design for Illinois Institute of Technology (pictured at left) which is exemplary of the fusing of the German Bauhaus and international style in the United States.  The drawing itself speaks volumes about Modern architecture’s presumptuous intentions: the rectangular and simple buildings seem to float like dominoes on an air hockey table, rising up above their grungy neighborhood surroundings like the architectural liberator of Chicago.

207aSee also Le Corbusier’s Plan Voisin (pictured at right) for urban Paris which planned to replace entire sections of the city’s landscape with an entirely new and much larger-scale project composed of glass cruciform skyscrapers surrounded by highways, parks and airstrips (and this is philosophically telling: Corbu’s skyscrapers were called none other than CARTESIAN sky-scrapers!).  The parks are meant to re-introduce the human scale—how lovely.    Each ‘function’ or ‘program’ (that is, use of a space) is segregated and neatly packed into a glass box.  All of this was done with the automobile, the true motor behind architectural modernism, in mind.  Most of the 20th century hero architects, like Wright, Corbu and Mies, had some forays into massive urban planning (daydreaming about cities of the future) especially funded by none other than—drumroll—automobile manufacturers (hey, architects got to eat too).  For more on Corbu and technology, read my post “Because Writing the Word Modernism Is Fun…

Now, it’s true, I’ve been really down on Mies van der Rohe and Corbu up to this point—but, that’s what blogs are supposed to do, right, be critical?  But, I have a point in all this, so bear with me.  At this point, I want to focus more closely on the design for IIT’s campus because it contains within it a paradigmatic building for Modernism, and even contemporary state-of-the-art architecture, and… inevitably my thesis.

Ludwig Mies van der Rohe’s design for the architecture school building at IIT’s campus, S. R. Crown Hall (pictured at left), consists of two levels, the upper level being an entirely open and column-free space for architecture studios.  It was called a “universal space”.  This was achieved by way of steel trusses spanning over the roof (see the beams that seem to pop up over the building?).  Now, the structure is clear, the function is clear, the intention is crystal-clear.  The building, I can’t deny, is marvellously executed.  But here’s the crux of this post (I know, 12 minutes later)… Mies’ “universal space”, entirely open, free to interpretation, without limits in its use, is the beginning of something entirely different for architecture.

layout_reviewiiWhich leads me to my thesis (finally, you say).  It should come as no surprise that my thesis bordered more on urbanism than architecture, or rather, it was precisely that no-man’s-land between the human scale of architecture and the communal scale of urbanism that attracted me.  “Up from the Road” it was called, and its intentions, at least, were golden.  Take a strip of would-be interstate in my hometown, Memphis, and find a way to use it to re-habilitate the texture of the damaged urban landscape.  You see, as you might have already, interstates and highways in general had a tendency at their inception to bore their way through cities in a rather destructive manner.  For the sake of progress, they left a ruinous path through the dense patchwork of American cities—but gosh if I couldn’t make it to work on time from my suburban chalet.  Memphis’ own Sam Cooper Boulevard was a piece of “living” history: one of the first interstates in the country to be stopped by a local initiative, I-40 stopped dead in its tracks at the edge of Overton Park in Midtown Memphis.  Now, it was never finished, but a four-mile strip of 6-lane highway remained.  For almost fifty years now it has served as a highway to Midtown, carrying mostly local traffic.  On weekends and at off-peak hours it is rather empty.  My thesis, among other things, proposed ways of re-using the road surface for other purposes.  Think universal space here.

And there you have it: the universal space becomes the point of encounter between the generic and the specific, infrastructure and detail, the massive scale and the exquisitely ornate human scale, the imposition of a global network on the local bricolage.  Ah, now you’re talking my language, you say.  The concrete monster, the autistic and monolithic freeway system speaks of imposition, globalization, generic, and incites the local, grassroots, human, yes, yes YES!  Fight the man!!!––wait, just a second.

Recent years have seen an upsurge of interest in urbanism, from the New Urbanism of Seaside, Florida to plans to rebuild New Orleans, there is renewed attention paid to public space and communal usage.  The urban plaza, especially those of Europe, have become iconic again for urban design.  Public spaces, urban spaces—what is called “negative” space on a field-ground diagram of a city (where buildings are shaded and open areas and streets left white)—is the place to be, in short.  My thesis was certainly about finding a way to create public, specific, local space within the generic language of the interstate highway system.  Now, whether or not it succeeded is not particularly important.  I want to draw attention, rather, to the interests… the process, if you will, because here I think is the connection with theology/philosophy.

So, at this point I want to introduce yet another project: Foreign Office Architects’ Yokohama International Port Terminal (below left).  Here is an excerpt from their own writings about the project:

“We started with certain principles and later combined and changed them. The changes are never visual or aesthetic; they are always technical or practical. We do not believe in the origin or in the end of a project. We believe in the medium of the process. We are totally opportunistic. The end is determined only by external forces, like deadlines of the contractors or the client.”  (emphasis added)

archartdNotice two particularly important statements: “the changes are never visual or aesthetic” (sound familiar… an extrapolation of “form follows function” maybe?) and “we believe in the medium of the process” (the architects are less interested in the completion of the project and more in the design and building of it).  The project lives on precisely because of its flexibility, its capacity to change drastically over time according to use and interpretation.

Where are we going?  Well, one more thing.  I researched, for the thesis, some infrastructural and manufacturing terms like ‘post-fordist’ infrastructure and ‘just-in-time’ manufacturing.  Particularly interesting was Stan Allen’s “Infrastructural Urbanism” in his magnificent book Points + Lines: Diagrams and Projects for the City.  Allen and other writers such as Gandelsonas led me along a path that saw America’s own particular development of urban space as linear.  As opposed to the more European standard of plaza/square surrounded by buildings, America was built up around Main Streets and Broadways.  But, that’s a bit off topic.  Allen and others like Reiser + Umemoto talk about generic infrastructures and their ability to respond to local contingencies and adapt to topography and urban environments (for the liturgical buffs, here Re: Inculturation) while maintaining continuity of the system.  Allen focuses specifically on a ‘bottom-up’ infrastructure which establishes a loose envelope of fixed points of service, access and structure setting technical and instrumental limits to other designers’ work on the same site.

There seemed to be, in my summation, an important shift in design which suggested a re-arrangement of the relationships between form, structure and program (anticipated use).  Skipping ahead to the end of it all, we can observe a sort of massive shift in systems.  We see it in governments (post-Franco Spain’s de-centralization into autonomous communities), we see it in urbanism, in the way our cities exist (freeway systems connecting sporadic suburban technoburbs in the outskirts of a de-centralized city), in our architecture, in our liturgy (inculturation, adaptation, structure and form), even in the way we eat (organic foods, homegrown, free-range, small farms and free-trade coffee)… in short, in a variety of our systems today, we can observe a sort of de-centralization.  Now, this is a generalization, and becomes even more so the more that I add other disparate systems.

My whole point is this: much of this work done toward adaptation, local color, contextualism, autonomy, individuality, particularism, regionalism, etc. often over and against universal structures and the imposition of what are seen as inhuman infrastructures, and so on… stems from a general rejection of the Modernist movement. Sure, it took long enough, but Postmodernism came around to reject Modernism’s till then unabated hunger for the novel and universal, the panacea to end all panaceas, the search for the global solution, only to fall on its own rather Modernist foothold.

The organic revolution, as I’d like to term it rather irresponsibly and just for fun at the moment, is something that, I think, comes out of this.  The desire to create buildings and spaces, for example, or inculturate-able liturgies, that anticipate future uses in their own vagueness draws a fine line between what can reasonably be called organic and what is decidedly and unabashedly manipulated and imposed.  What do I mean?  In some way, the organic fuses together form and function.  In some other ways, organic connotes the lack of the artificial, the exterior.  In another way, it is about harmony and continuity, the necessary and natural.

apple-bite-lgWhen the Church, for example, stipulates that something should be organic, I have the urge to laugh.  Not because I think that the Church is silly for saying this, but because in reality, I think she’s saying something that is not coming across as clearly as it might.  The organic does not come about by imposition, whether it is on the local or global scale… by defintion, the organic comes about by necessity (not argued, rationalized necessity but real necessity)…by natural processes, over a long period of time, and is RARELY observable while in progress.  Does this mean that we cannot intervene?  I don’t think so… what is it to be a human author if it is not intervention in nature?  What is human art but the manipulation and imitation of nature?  A fin de cuentas, we’re going to have to answer the question: what is organic?

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Dominican Rite Conference: August 2009

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Fr. Augustine Thompson, OP has reported on his site: “Dominican Liturgy” (All things pertaining to the Dominican Rite) that the friars of the Holy Name Province are offering a conference this coming August for all those interested in learning more about the Dominican Liturgy.*

The Living Tradition: The Dominican Rite in the Twenty-First Century

* Specifically the Dominican Rite celebrated up until June 2, 1969.

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