“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not "perish, but have eternal life. For God did not send the Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world might be saved through Him.” (John 3:16-17)
“In the relation to God, unconditional exclusiveness and unconditional inclusiveness are one. For those who enter into the absolute relationship, nothing particular retains any importance—neither things nor beings, neither earth nor heaven—but everything is included in the relationship. For entering into the pure relationship does not involve ignoring everything but seeing everything in the You, not renouncing the world but placing it upon its proper ground. Looking away from the world is no help toward God; staring at the world is no help either; but whoever beholds the world in him stands in his presences…” (from I and Thou
“When I attempted a few minutes ago, to describe our spiritual longings, I was omitting one of their most curious characteristics. We usually notice it just as the moment of vision dies away, as the music ends, or as the landscape loses the celestial light… For a few minutes we have had the illusion of belonging to that world. Now we wake to find that it is no such thing. We have been mere spectators. Beauty has smiled, but not to welcome us; her face turned in our direction, but not to see us. We have not been accepted, welcomed, or taken into the dance. We may go when we please, we may stay if we can, no one cares. Now, a scientist may reply that since most of the things we call beautiful are inanimate it is not very surprising that they take no notice of us. That, of course, is true. It is not the physical objects that I am speaking of, but that indescribable Something of which they become for a moment the messengers. And part of the bitterness which mixes with the sweetness of that message is due to the fact that it so seldom seems to be a message intended for us, but rather something we have overheard. By bitterness I mean pain, not resentment. We should hardly dare to ask that any notice be taken of ourselves. But we pine. The sense that in the universe we are treated as strangers, the longing to be acknowledged, to meet with some response, the bridge some chasm that yawns between us and reality, is part of our inconsolable secret.” (from The Weight of Glory
Days of Heaven
The Thin Red Line
The New World
“Truth is the truth of Being. Beauty does not occur alongside and apart from this truth. When truth sets itself into the work, it appears. Appearance—as this being of truth in the work and as work—is beauty. Thus the beautiful belongs to the advent of truth, truth’s taking of its place. It does not exist merely relative to pleasure and purely as its object.” (from “The Origin of the Work of Art.”)
“Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” (I Corinthians 13:12)
“All media work us over completely. They are so pervasive in their personal, political, economic, aesthetic, psychological, moral, ethical, and social consequences that they leave no part of us untouched, unaffected, unaltered.” (from The Medium is the Massage
And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid
(from “John Wayne Gacy, Jr.”)
F. Scott Fitzgerald
“And as I sat there brooding on the old unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s long dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it, He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.” (from The Great Gatsby
“All representations, even the most abstract, infer a rendezvous with intelligibility or, at the least, with a strangeness attenuated, qualified by observance and willed form. Apprehension (the meeting with the other) signifies both fear and perception. The continuum between both, the modulation from one to the other, lie at the source of poetry and the arts.” (from Real Presences
“What is the nature of a being that is able to produce art? Man is finite. He is, as one could say, mixed of being and nonbeing. Once he was not. Now he is and some time he will not be. He is not by himself, but thrown into existence and he will be thrown out of existence and cease to be for himself. He is delivered to the flux of time which runs from the past to the future through the ever-moving point which is called the present. He is aware of the infinite. He is aware that he belongs to it. But he is also aware that he is excluded from it… Out of the anxiety, and the double awareness that we are finite and that we belong to infinity from which we are excluded, the urge arises to express the essential unity of that which we are in symbols which are religious and artistic.” (from On Art and Architecture
“Poets have, indeed, often communicated in their own mode of expression truths identical with the theologians’ truths; but just because of the difference in the modes of expression, we often fail to see the identity of the statements.” (from The Mind of the Maker
Over the Rhine
What a beautiful piece of heartache this has all turned out to be.
Lord knows we've learned the hard way all about healthy apathy.
And I use these words pretty loosely.
There's so much more to life than words.
(from “Latter Days”)
“He will grant thee a hiding place within Him, and once hidden in Him he will hide thy sins. For He is the friend of sinners... He does not merely stand still, open His arms and say, 'Come hither'; no, he stands there and waits, as the father of the lost son waited, rather He does not stand and wait, he goes forth to seek, as the shepherd sought the lost sheep, as the woman sought the lost coin. He goes--yet no, he has gone, but infinitely farther than any shepherd or any woman, He went, in sooth, the infinitely long way from being God to becoming man, and that way He went in search of sinners.” (from Training in Christianity
“In what belongs to the deeper meanings of nature and her mediation between us and God, the appearances of nature are the truths of nature, far deeper than any scientific discoveries in and concerning them. The show of things is that for which God cares most, for their show is the face of far deeper things than they; we see in them, in a distant way, as in a glass darkly, the face of the unseen. It is through their show, not through their analysis, that we enter into their deepest truths. What they say to the childlike soul is the truest thing to be gathered of them.” (from The Voice of Job
The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted opon Earth –
The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
“In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror.” (from East of Eden
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care,
pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside
to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
(from “Simple Twist of Fate”)
“What is the malaise? You ask. The malaise is the pain of loss. The world is lost to you, the world and the people in it, and there remains only you and the world and you no more able to be in the world than Banquo’s ghost.” (from The Moviegoer
Lost in Translation
“Church is to be participated in and not consumed. The point is not what one gets out of it, but the worship of God; the service takes place both because of and despite the needs, strengths, and frailties of the people present. How else could it be?” (from Dakota
“Whenever I think of Edward, I think of playing catch in a hot street and that wonderful weariness of the arms. I think of leaping after a high throw and that wonderful collaboration of the whole body with itself and that wonderful certainty and amazement when you know the glove is just where it should be. Oh, I will miss the world!” (from Gilead
“Preaching the gospel means announcing Jesus as Lord of the world; and, unless we are prepared to contradict ourselves with every breath we take, we cannot make that announcement without seeking to bring that lordship to bear over every aspect of the world.” (from What Saint Paul Really Said
It's weird to think of all the things
That have not been keeping up with the times
It's ten o' clock the sun is down
Just begun to set the western hills on fire
I hear that you don't change
How do you expect to keep up with the trends
You won't survive the information age
Unless you plan to change the truth to accommodate the brilliance of man
The brilliance of man
(from “Letter From a Concerned Follower”)
“Gazing at some detail like a bird or a cloud, we can all ignore its awful blue background; we can neglect the sky; and precisely because it bears down upon us with an annihilating force it is felt as nothing. A thing of this kind can only be an impression and a rather subtle impression; but to me it is a very strong impression made by pagan literature and religion. I repeat that in our special sacramental sense there is, of course, the absence of the presence of God. But there is in a very real sense the presence of the absence of God. We feel it in the unfathomable sadness of pagan poetry; for I doubt if there was ever in all the marvelous manhood of antiquity a man who was happy as St. Francis was happy.” (from The Everlasting Man
Gus Van Sant
"I have seen the task which God has given the sons of men with which to occupy themselves. He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and to do good in one's lifetime; moreover, that every man who eats and drinks sees good in all his labor--it is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will remain forever; there is nothing to add to it and there is nothing to take from it, for God has so worked that men should fear Him. That which is has been already and that which will be has already been, for God seeks what has passed by." (Ecclesiastes 3:10-15).
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?—it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” (from On the Road
"Thou hast made us for Thyself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee..."
“Unless I am convinced by proofs from Scriptures or by plain and clear reasons and arguments, I can and will not retract, for it is neither safe nor wise to do anything against conscience. Here I stand. I can do no other. God help me. Amen."
Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne
I saw this movie last weekend too, also in Santa Monica (is it playing anywhere else?). I like your take on it. Maroubra seems like a totally unique place, at least from an American perspective. I love documentaries like this that give a flavor for some culture or place I would never know about in any other way.
Hi I lived in Maroubra for over a decade till about 3 years ago. The romanticisation of the Bra boys is a mistake. As teenagers they are able to lord it over the peaceful people in the neighbourhood, committing petty crimes from theft, vandalising and harrassment under an umbrella of protection from the gang. Consequently they don’t learn responsibility for their actions, rather they become addicted to the ego fodder that comes from collectivised bullying. Though there are some good men amongst them, when I lived there I didn’t see many men who were particularly prepossessing as individuals . More often I saw little men who needed the gang to feel important. This is especially true for the teenagers and boys in their early twenties, its better if teach our teenagers to grow out of bullying rather than into it.
To live in Maroubra as a non violent person means having your car vandalised or house windows smashed if you object to them calling you a ‘dog’ simply because you refused to give them a piece of the pizza you were carrying home. It means not being able to have a party without being ‘crashed’ by bra boys who then assault your non violent friends and steal dvd’s from your room and packs of beer from the fridge before insulting everyone as they swagger out the door. It means being spat on and laughed at by teenagers as you walk down the street on the basis that there is one of you and ten of them. (all this with no provocation).
In the movie they try to say they formed to protect the local community, in reality they care only about one thing, themselves. They’re a disparate group and have quite a lot of conflict amongst themselves too, the days of the ‘hard life’ alluded to in the movie… well if they ever existed they are a thing of the past. They need to travel overseas to poor countries to see what a truly hard life is. In Australia no white boy starves or go without shelter if they don’t want to. As a non violent community minded person there is nothing romantic about the bra boys, its an umbrella group for selfish mean behaviour that impacts negatively on all around them. Sorry but thats the on the street reality.
Well said Jon Jasper, these killers, drug dealers and thugs have the Liberal elites hypnotized with their “charm” and anti establishment shenanigans.
This from Brendan Shanahan puts it well.
I really, really hate the Bra Boys
By Brendan Shanahan From: Herald Sun December 07, 2007 12:00AM
OH, those loveable Bra Boys are at it again – stealing apples from old Mrs McGillicutty’s orchard, smashing windows with their slingshots and arranging for 6kg of cocaine to be imported to Sydney on a flight from LA. Well, allegedly.
To tell you the truth, if some of the Bra Boys are importing cocaine I would consider it one of their lesser sins.
After all, advertising executives need something to fill the void and their crumbling septums are of far less concern to me than my right to go to the beach and not feel I’m going to be killed.
I really, really hate the Bra Boys. I hate them for all the usual reasons: because they’re violent and intimidating and have ruined many days for many people at Maroubra, an otherwise friendly and democratic place, the last beach in the Eastern Suburbs where it’s OK to have back hair.
I don’t, however, hate the Bra Boys merely because they are thugs. I hate them because they don’t even have the decency to be honest about their thuggishness – they’re self-righteous, moralistic thugs, full of their own importance and blind to their hypocrisies.
They’re like a heritage preservation society, except the bitchy old ladies all have tattoos and drug problems.
The Bra Boys are fond of portraying themselves as misunderstood and much maligned.
In reality they are not nearly maligned enough and are “misunderstood” only insofar as they seem to be regarded by many as lovable ruffians who are forced to beat up people merely because some of them grew up in public housing.
You can be a tough guy or a big whiney baby, but trying to be both is really kinda lame.
If further proof were needed that this sentimental nonsense has worked, that it has granted the Bra Boys a privileged position in the public consciousness, then ask yourself whether Russell Crowe would have ever agreed to narrate and publicise a documentary about Lebanese gangs in western Sydney.
Could you imagine the outcry if Maximus was seen posing for pictures with a bunch of Habibs and Hassans? For some reason it doesn’t seem so cool when the crims don’t surf.
The Bra Boys are part of long Australian tradition of romanticising thuggery, from Ned Kelly to Chopper Read and the Hell’s Angels (an organisation who have apparently realised that giving away a few toys every year allows you to get away with murder, literally).
By exploiting dishonest redemption narratives and sentimental notions of “the battler” they have given themselves a bogus semi-legitimacy in which stand-over tactics are portrayed as local pride and violence dismissed as merely Bra Boys being Bra Boys.
Read more: http://www.news.com.au/opinion/i-really-really-hate-the-bra-boys/story-e6frfs99-1111115055016#ixzz1D9PQga8j
What i have read contradicts everything the documentary is about. The bra boys are a gang, even though they say they are not. I think John has put it well in his opinion. Those criminals deserve to be put away and punished for their actions
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