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The Two Islams and the Two Christianities.

31-Oct-10

“Tell me, you who wish to be under a Law: have you not heard the Law?  It is written that Abraham had two sons, one by a maidservant and one of a free woman.  The son by the maidservant was according to the flesh, and the son by the free woman was according to the promise.  This is an allegory: for these are the two testaments, one from Mt. Sinai giving birth to slavery; this is Hagar.  That Hagar is Mt. Sinai in Arabia; it corresponds to the Jerusalem of today, which is a slave with her children.  But the Jerusalem above is a free woman: this is our mother.” – Paul, Galatians 4:21-6

The primary material of the spiritual life is experience, and for this reason the dominant metaphors for it imply sequential unfolding: a journey, an ascent of a mountain, plant-like growth.  These metaphors imply a linearity in which each point on the line must be touched, and in an established order.  The sequence is important: the pursuit of perfection, or dissatisfaction with one’s own self, such a virtue in youth, means something different in old age; and so with all things spiritual.  The point is nothing in itself, like a note in the midst of a symphony; its meaning comes from the fact that it follows other particular points, and itself is followed by others.  It is the nature of one experience that it alters all those which follow and all those that came before.

For this reason, certain profound, peak spiritual experiences, to those who have not been prepared by all the preparatory points, seem utterly incomprehensible or trivial; such a case is found in the meeting of the wandering dervish Shams of Tabriz and the man who was to become the greatest of all spiritual poets, Jelaluddin Rumi.  Shams asked Rumi a question, which so overwhelmed the poet that he fainted.  According to the best sources, the question was, “Which was the greater, Muhammed the Apostle of God, or Abu Yazid al-Bestami?”

For those without the requisite knowledge, the question is unintelligible – the acquisition of knowledge being one of the necessary points on the journey.  For those with a proper (in this case Islamic) dogmatic perspective, the question is merely easy: of course Muhammed is the greater.  Contentment with the proper dogmatic perspective is also one of the points on the journey.  But for Rumi, the question opened a door he had passed daily but never truly seen before, as if a young man had thought he inhabited a garden, until one day someone brought him outside and showed him that in fact he was part of an entire world.

The first step, knowledge: who was this Abu Yazid (also known as Bayazid), that he could rival Muhammed in the eyes of a Muslim?  He was a Sufi – a Muslim mystic – and in his day (died ca. 875) was known as “the king of the Gnostics,” “the mystical knowers of God.”  In particular he is considered the founder of the “intoxicated” or ecstatic school of Sufism.  There are two principles of this spiritual practice: 1) the highest experience of life is union with God  2) the most reliable way of achieving union is to break down the boundaries of one’s own self by ascetic self-denial.  I will let Abu Yazid sum this up:

They asked him, “Teach us how you reached true Reality.” He said, “By training myself, by seclusion.” They said, “How?” He said, “I called my self to accept Allah Almighty and Exalted, and it resisted. I took an oath that I would not drink water and I would not taste sleep until I brought my self under my control.”

Note that the question asked Abu Yazid already presumes that he had reached “true Reality” – he did not have to wait for the afterlife.  He could break through to true Reality in this world, because it was always there anyway.  The theology behind this is pantheism (or some theologically refined quibble on pantheism): the further you go along the path the more you find that the God you seek is everywhere, inescapable, and the barriers are faults of perception – in some sense, what you are doing is altering your definition of God.  For certain you are not looking anymore for a thing entirely outside yourself.  Even your desires are His manifestations.  Abu Yazid said of the ultimate agency of God:

I made four mistakes in my preliminary steps in the Way: I thought that I remember Him and I know Him and I love Him and I seek Him, but when I reached Him I saw that His remembering of me preceded my remembrance of Him, and His knowledge about me preceded my knowledge of Him and His love towards me was more ancient than my love towards Him, and He sought me in order that I would begin to seek Him.

The Sufi Ibn Taymiyya sums up this spiritual pantheism thus: “He didn’t see himself as existing any longer, but only saw the existence of Allah, due to his self-denial.”  The agreement of the Sufis on this point with Christians is remarkable; Paul said, “I live no longer – not I, but Christ lives in me.”  Another good anecdote of Abu Yazid on this topic:

Abu Yazid asked a man who was following him, “Who are you looking for?” He replied, “I am looking for Abu Yazid.” He said, “O my son, Abu Yazid has been looking for Abu Yazid for forty years and is still not finding him.” The man then went to Dhul Nun and narrated this incident to him. On hearing it Dhul Nun fainted. He explained later saying, “My master Abu Yazid has lost himself in Allah’s love. That causes him to try to find himself again.”

One of the typical results of this pursuit of ecstatic union is a certain negligence toward more worldly forms of religion, in general because much religion confirms and strengthens the individuality of the self (generally in the form of moralism) rather than breaking it down.  It is useless to the one seeking God:

He said, “I stood with the pious and I didn’t find any progress with them. I stood with the warriors in the cause and I didn’t find a single step of progress with them. I stood with those who pray excessively and those who fast excessively and I didn’t make a footstep of progress. Then I said, ‘O Allah, what is the way to You?’ and Allah said, ‘Leave yourself and come.’”

The afterlife, such a preoccupation for non-mystics and for Muhammed, is not much of a concern for Abu Yazid:

He said, “O Allah, what is your Fire? It is nothing. Let me be the one person to go into your Fire and everyone else will be saved. And what is your Paradise? It is a toy for children. And who are those unbelievers who you want to torture? They are your servants. Forgive them.”

Needless to say, this is not orthodox Islam.  And Abu Yazid did not spare his audiences.  He said pantheistically of himself, “There is nothing in this robe I am wearing except Allah.”  And he attributed to himself divine praise, saying “How great is my glory!  Glory be to Me!”  Some of his sayings are so grand they are almost terrifying: “If the Throne” – i.e., of God – “and what is around it and what is in it were placed in the corner of the heart of a Knower, they would be lost completely inside it.”  Shams of Tabriz may have been thinking of the following saying of Abu Yazid when he asked Rumi to weigh him in the scales with Muhammed: “I set forth on an ocean when the prophets were still by the shore.”

In fact, these daring sayings caused Abu Yazid trouble with the religious authorities – (orthodox Islam is typically hostile 1) to attributing divinity to anyone or anything, as in pantheism 2) to claiming that anyone surpasses Muhammed).  Abu Yazid was seven times exiled from his home of Bestam; and he remained controversial throughout his life and afterwards.  The actions of some of the later Sufis made the situation worse.  Al-Hallaj proclaimed “I am The Truth!” and was executed for it, about forty years after the death of Abu Yazid, as part of a general reaction from orthodox Islam suppressing Sufism.  From this point forward the Sufi mantra became, “Wear the inner garment of the mystic Way, but the outer garment of the Law” – most Sufi teaching as to the irrelevance of the rules of devotion became esoteric and reserved for initiates.  Sufism is still controversial in Islam; a good source informs me that much Sufi practice and Sufi writing is illegal today in countries like Iran (though I have not found this confirmed on the internet; but one way or another, the Sufis’ antinomianism is often considered apostasy, a crime punishable by death in most Islamic countries).

This data gives us some of the background of Shams’ question.  Abu Yazid was precisely the kind of religious figure the modern world likes – a man who pursued his own individual experience of God, seeking neither to legislate to others nor terrify them with threats of hell nor extract worldly goods from them with promises of heaven.  “He was not into religion, but he was really into spirituality,” the Californian would say.  From this modern perspective, the question Shams asked Rumi is quite a bit like asking, “Which is greater, the traditional man or the modern man? fundamentalism or religious modernism?”  But let us take a look at the orthodox Islamic perspective, because the vast majority of Muslims, given the data, would say Muhammed was greater, and would not need to faint like Rumi to do so.

It is easy to pick transcendence too cheaply.  One of the great problems of religion is that human life, which should be peace and grandeur, in fact mostly consists of endless bickerings and resentments about petty things.  Many religious people have attempted to solve this problem by deriving from a few central hypotheses (e.g., “Muhammed was a good man”) prescriptions for all the possible human friction-points, i.e. all the details of life (“when you pray, face the way Muhammed prayed, use the words Muhammed used, etc.” (though admittedly for the most part religious men like Muhammed have been more egotistical than this, saying “face the way I pray, use the words I use,” etc.)).  Muhammed was a master of this kind of “organized religion” – a man who came up with (or, in orthodox terms, was a conduit of) a daily regimen of life, to put it into alignment with a perceived divine order.  He established rules for legal testimony, inheritance, holidays, prayer, cleanliness, sexual behavior, food, clothing, warfare, and nearly everything else, which are still used today over large parts of the world.  What is more, he devised a whole set of ingenious modes of propagating, enforcing, and preserving the rules he promulgated.  These are all incredibly useful things to do – in fact, they probably represent the most useful thing a person can do.  From the social perspective – which is necessarily most people’s perspective – Muhammed was the greater man.

But the problem with all modes of social regulation is that they always get outmoded.  By the time of the Sufis, Muhammed’s morality was already several hundred years old and dated.  The whole tradition of the Hadith had created a complete system of morality based on Muhammed’s life which made Allah a comically thorough legislator, setting down eternal laws for questions like whether or not men can shave their faces (they cannot), whether it is permissible to urinate standing up (debatable, certainly not preferred), what types of fabrics men and women can wear, and what kind of toilet-paper equivalents can be used.  Let me repeat that: eternal laws.  This was the established way, and all bida – “innovation” – was expressly prohibited.

Not only had the system reached a comical point of thoroughness, it had also followed the natural tendency in all legislated morality for the practice to calcify and lose its inner meaning.  This makes a recasting of morality periodically necessary – one of those obvious truths which certain sorts of religious people cannot imagine God taking into account.  The old local and pagan pilgrimage to Mecca, when combined with Islam’s universal message of the oneness of God and brotherhood of man, became one of the most powerful ritual experiences on earth.  But being a human practice it was bound in time to degenerate into an obligation, and the Sufis themselves cast some doubt on how valuable the pilgrimage truly was:

Abdallah ibn Al-Mubarak was living at Mecca. One year, having completed the rites of the pilgrimage, he fell asleep. In a dream he saw two angels descend from heaven.

“How many have come this year?” one asked the other.

“Six hundred thousand,” the other replied.

“How many have had their pilgrimage accepted?”

“Not one.”

“When I heard this,” Abdallah reports, “I was filled with trembling. ‘What?’ I cried. ‘All these people have come from afar out of the distant ends of the earth and with great pain and weariness from every deep ravine, traversing wide deserts, and all their labour is in vain?’

“‘There is a cobbler in Damascus called Ali ibn Mowaffaq,’ said the angel. ‘He has not come on the pilgrimage, but his pilgrimage is accepted and all his sins have been forgiven.’

“When I heard this,” Abdallah continued, “I awoke saying, ‘I must go to Damascus and visit that person.’ So I went to Damascus and looked for where he lived. I shouted, and someone came out. ‘What is your name?’ I asked. ‘Ali ibn Mowaffaq,’ he replied. ‘I wish to speak with you,’ I said. ‘Say on,’ he replied. ‘What work do you do?’ ‘I cobble.’ I then told him of my dream….  He uttered a cry and fell in a faint. When he recovered I said to him, ‘Tell me your story.’

“The man told me, ‘For thirty years now I have longed to make the pilgrimage. I had saved up three hundred and fifty dirhams from my cobbling. This year I had resolved to go to Mecca. One day the good lady within becoming pregnant, she smelt the smell of food coming from next door. “Go and fetch me a bit of that food,” she begged me. I went and knocked on the neighbour’s door and explained the situation. My neighbour burst into tears. “My children have eaten nothing for three days together,” she said. “Today I saw a donkey lying dead, so I hacked off a piece and cooked it. It would not be lawful food for you.” My heart burned within me when I heard her tale. I took out the three hundred and fifty dirhams and gave them to her. “Spend these on the children,” I said. “This is my pilgrimage.”’

“The angel spoke truly in my dream,” Abdallah declared, “and the Heavenly King was true in His judgment.”

How could this be false?  This is the theme of all the Hebrew prophets, including Jesus – “God desires mercy, not sacrifice” – but the emphasis on the performance of religious ritual as an indispensable moral obligation is ineradicable in Judaism and Christianity just as in Islam.  In truth, all of these rituals are designed not as an obligation, but to give believers an experience of a truth – they are favors from God, but as Abu Yazid said, “Allah has granted his servants favors for the purpose of bringing them closer to Him. Instead they are fascinated with the favors and are drifting farther from Him.”

For this reason there was a very real struggle between the Sufis and Orthodox Islam, before the Sufis retreated into esotericism.  If men had made an idol of the Law, then the true believers had to smash it, just as Muhammed had smashed the idols in the Kaaba.  Many of the Sufis specifically associated themselves with wine, which was prohibited in Islam.  If you did not have the courage to use wine for the sake of making contact with God, you were a slave to social rules.  Look at the way this is drawn symbolically and directly in the following story:

Shams asked a sheikh, “What are you doing?”

“I am looking at the moon’s reflection in this lake,” replied the sheikh.

“Why don’t you look directly at the sky?  Are you so blind that you do not see the true object in all you contemplate?”

Shams’ reply had such an effect on the sheikh that he asked Shams to accept him as his disciple.

“You do not have the strength to bear my company,” replied Shams.

“The strength is within me,” said the sheikh.  “Please accept me.”

“Then bring me a pitcher of wine, and we will drink together in the Baghdad market.”

Fearing public opinion, the sheikh replied, “I cannot do this.”

Shams shouted, “You are too timid for me.  You haven’t the strength to be among the intimate friends of God.  I seek only those who know how to reach the Truth.”

Modern Sufis will be quick to point out that wine is symbolic in Sufism, so the talk of drunkenness in Rumi or Khayyam is metaphor.  But that cannot take away the basic point: the prohibition on alcohol, like all such prohibitions, is a social convention and not an eternal Law of God.  If you do not know this, you cannot be “among the intimate friends of God.”  For the law is a means, and all its prescriptions must be revisited as time passes to tighten the gap between means and end: “the Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath” may be said of every restriction in the law.

A common modern perspective on this is, “Well then, why don’t we just get rid of these rules and rituals?”  But there are obvious reasons not to.  One is that they often do offer precisely what they are supposed to – an experience of what might otherwise be merely an idea.  The Sabbath, for instance, when seen as a favor to us and not a legally enforceable obligation, offers its practitioners a host of benefits.  Most people recognize the value of ritual life and worship especially with children, but even a skeptical adult senses immediately how sacred spaces and rituals affect us, and seem to have meaning, but a meaning which enters our brains subliminally.   It may be true that all things are holy, but unless children are trained to treat particular places as holy, it is often the case that they simply become adults with no sense of the holy at all, or they feel it, but feel nothing holy in themselves to respond to the holiness they see outside of them – they feel locked out of the experience and mere spectators.  Human spirituality must be bodily, must be incarnated: it must have a physical component, or our brain is cut off in itself rather than integrated with its source.

The mystics themselves were almost all aware of this.  While they pursued reforms in their religious traditions, they did not attempt to create New Age-type religions with no rules at all.  Instead, they generated a two-chamber religious system.  Abu Yazid formulated it thus, discussing whether or not it was necessary to turn toward Mecca to pray: “When you are separate from the Kaaba, it is all right to turn toward it, but those who are in it can turn toward any direction they wish.”

Yazid’s solution is emblematic of what I call “the two Islams”: one religion for those who are “separate from the Kaaba,” and one for those who are in it.  This dichotomy is found in all religions.  There are two versions of every religion; the full life passes through both; they represent the proper religion for two different stages of life.  Both are necessary, and religion goes awry when it focuses on one exclusively.  Not even Abu Yazid would have believed that his mystical voyages had rendered the nuts-and-bolts religion of Muhammed disposable.  He merely would have called the religion of Muhammed a good religion for novices.  And everyone has to be a novice before being a sage.

When teaching young children to pray, you would teach them to use the same words, and the same qibla, and the same postures as other people; this would be a sign of their equality with them.  And indeed, they should be encouraged to keep those same words and qibla and postures, until that lesson is learned.  But once it is learned, something else happens – a new religion is born in the heart of the believer.

This new religion is defined by inner experience, not belief-systems and identity-systems, and an understanding of the larger principles on which all the minor restrictions are based.  It is fundamentally free, therefore, to realign the minor restrictions – wisdom being required, of course – as they necessarily drift into irrelevance with the passage of time.  The basic principles do vary from religion to religion – Buddha preached detachment while Christ preached love – but in all of them there exist a set of basic principles by which the regulations have in fact been profitably altered with time.

But it is essential to know that the regulations are the means of our formation.  We cannot skip to enlightenment.  We all know what happens when two parents who have given up on the rules try to raise a child: typically, they raise one unable to master self.  The rules cannot be dispensed with until they have fulfilled their purpose.  Most of what we call immorality is selfishness.  Adhibition to a set of moral rules means the disciplining of selfishness, the attainment of the capacity to see the experience of others, and such efforts are the precondition for all subsequent spiritual experience.  In the purely selfish human being – which we see more or less only in very young children – there is no room for anything other than self.  But in the vast majority of people, the interior estimate of self is comically (or tragically) out of proportion to the truth.  Once the self begins to be reduced to its proper (very small) place, the moral rules are considerably relaxed, because a person with accurate self-knowledge has the rule inside of him, in the form of the knowledge that he is no more important than any other person.  Does he desire possessions?  Yes – but he also recognizes that there are other people in the world, and this balances his desires.  Does he desire sex?  Yes – but his love for others makes all exploitation distasteful to him.  Does he desire power?  Yes – but he knows that others desire it too, and need to be heard as well.

But en route to this desired state nearly everyone passes through the tendency toward fundamentalism, which desires a rule once established to be immutable.  This tendency is so marked a psychological phenomenon – it offers relative certainty to unstable minds – that it persists despite the fact that you can always find in every person some violation of the rules.  Paul said of this, “All who rely on observing the law are under a curse, for it is written, ‘Cursed is everyone who does not continue to do everything written in the Book of the Law’” – his implication being, of course, that no one actually does.

For this reason, Paul saw Christianity as inherently a “religion of the heart,” where the rules were mostly about social cohesion, sound governance, and public relations – they were not the actual means of reaching God.  Paul saw himself as entirely competent to decide moral questions within the various Christian communities, and based on his results, it appears he did an excellent job.  He was free to legislate for the communities because God was no longer understood as a legislator.  The fact that later Christians canonized his writings as “the Word of God” is one of those enjoyable-horrifying ironies of history.  But even so, the evidence is still overwhelming that Paul realized that law-based religion is only the first stage, for children: he calls it the “Paedagogos,” the babysitter.  This was later enshrined in ritual with a bipartite mass, with a mass for “catechumens” or novices – readings from Scripture, prayers, and a sermon – after which the catechumens were dismissed and the Mass of “the faithful” began.  As this distinction has been lost, the effect has been to resolve the entire religion into a religion for catechumens: Scripture, prayer, sermons, and rules.  Paul saw the danger even in his own lifetime, and time and again he preaches the principles of the higher religion: “The entire law is summed up in a single command: ‘love your neighbor as yourself.’  If you keep on biting and devouring each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other.”  “Everything is permissible – but not everything is beneficial.  Everything is permissible, but not everything is constructive.”  “You who are trying to be justified by the law have been alienated from Christ.”  “But now, by dying to what once bound us, we have been released from the law so that we serve in the new way of the Spirit, and not in the old way of the written code.”  “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.  Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened by a yoke of slavery.”  “Since you died with Christ to the basic principles of this world, why, as though you still belonged to it, do you submit to its rules: ‘Do not handle! Do not taste! Do not touch!’?  These are all destined to perish with use, because they are based on human commands and teachings.  Such regulations indeed have an appearance of wisdom, with their self-imposed worship, their false humility and their harsh treatment of the body, but they lack any value in restraining the flesh.” “The commandments, ‘Do not commit adultery,’ ‘do not murder,’ ‘do not steal,’ ‘do not covet,’ and whatever other commandment there may be, are summed up in this one rule: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’  Love does no harm to its neighbor.  Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law.”  “The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.”

Though it is standard modern fare that the writer of the above sentences was in so writing overthrowing the religion of Jesus and replacing it with “Paulianity,” in truth the continuity is striking.  Though there are many ways to sum up the ministry of Jesus, the Gospel evidence – which is all we have, really – suggests a “religion of the heart” skeptical (at best) of religious moralism and purity-codes, and utterly compatible with Paul’s basic message and with the message of the Sufis as well.  It is the further point in the spiritual journey.

And at that further point we are given the freedom to true the rules again to the higher line, just as every pair of parents revises the rules that governed their own childhoods, retaining many things and jettisoning others.  But if they themselves remain forever children, enslaved to the rules they have inherited, their growth will necessarily be incomplete, and something will still stand between them and God – they will be “outside the Kaaba.”  All spiritual life must in the end be internalized: there can be no looking for authorities anymore.  If necessary, this may require sin and falling away from God and failure – in fact, this is the normal route.  Our own perceived superiority to others is often a terrible obstacle.  As Paul says, in fourteen words which express a tremendous amount for those who have lived through it, “Through the law I died to the law so I might live for God.”

I will close with a story of Abu Yazid and the proper spiritual role of legislation, and let those who wish ponder further the great question of Shams of Tabriz:

One day a man came to Abu Yazid and said, “I have fasted and prayed for thirty years and have found none of the spiritual joy of which you speak.”

“If you fasted and prayed for a hundred years, you would never find it,” answered the sage.

“How is that?” asked the man.

“Your selfishness is acting as a veil between you and God.”

“Tell me the cure.”

“It is a cure you cannot carry out,” said Abu Yazid.

Those around him pressed him to reveal it.  After a time he spoke: “Go to the nearest barbershop and have your head shaved; strip yourself of your clothes except for a loincloth.  Take a nosebag full of walnuts, hang it around your neck.  Go into the market and cry out – ‘Anybody who gives me a slap on the neck shall have a walnut.’  Then proceed to the law courts and do the same thing.”

“I can’t do that,” said the man.  “Suggest some other remedy.”

“This is the indispensable preliminary to a cure,” answered Bayazid.  “But as I told you, you are incurable.”

Most of the stories of the Sufis are from Farid al-Din Attar’s Memorial of the Saints, the Arberry translation.

Robot Politics.

27-Oct-10

I know that all originality and thoughtfulness is punished in politics, and conformity is the name of the game in political speeches as much as it is in political clothing, but I really don’t mind seeing politicians getting hammered for precisely the things they are told are so crucial: mouthing slogans, sticking to the talking points, and using the same brainless Orwellian phrases over and over again.

Here is fellow Princetonian Meg Whitman getting demolished on this point in a very snazzy political ad by her opponent Jerry Brown. Worth watching just for the sad humor of it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sw_0a54S8po

“Alien Brains For Dinner.”

26-Oct-10

I was at a party on an organic farm last Friday, where the guest of honor was this gargantuan mushroom, found by the side of the road.  And we had roasted chestnuts too, a first for me.

My awe at drawing close to the processes of food growing and gathering only increases.  Everything I do, everything on this blog, is mostly transmuted bread and cheese and tomatoes.  This is so strange and so obvious I hardly know what to say about it.

The relevant required reading (takes five minutes) on food and eating by Wendell Berry can be found here.  Berry only seems to get truer and wiser as time goes on.

The Crumpled Press.

25-Oct-10

How the Crumpled Press goes about its business – “combining modern technology with the pleasures of an archaic mode of production” – from the Princeton Alumni Weekly.

Solitude and Autumn.

23-Oct-10

Fall is mostly done in the high mountains.  The woods are mostly bare and your eye pierces right through them to the mountains beyond.  And it has gotten very quiet.

Last night, in one of my contentedly melancholy moods, I found myself singing this contentedly melancholy song, and I stepped out onto the porch to share the lyrics with the woods:

Although there are many, I look for no one, no one but me
I search for things that are taking me high and far out of reach.
But this is the place I will call my home
I live with the lies and the fear all alone.

Nothingness
All I have to feel is my loneliness
Nothing in the end  except an empty chest
And nothing lasts forever.

And I stepped out into a snowstorm!  Heavy flakes were falling all around, the first of the new season.  They were coming so thick they obscured everything but themselves.  And inner and outer came together for a moment.

The snow did not accumulate, but flurries continued intermittently throughout the night and during the next day.

I had brought in the final harvest just before the snow fell; another twenty pounds or so of tomatoes, mostly green ones, which I hope to ripen indoors.  I took down the tomato-cages, stacked them in a corner, and tossed the plants into the firepit, and quickly what had been a garden became just another patch of bare ground.  I did much of the work by the light of the full moon, for I had been working all day, helping someone plant an orchard.  But I could tell it was time to shut down the garden – the air was bitterly cold on my hands.  Sure enough, that night as the snow fell we had our first deep freeze.  When I came out in the morning the ferns were all dead, and all my water-basins were covered by a crust of thin ice.

Release for Staten Island Book, November 6th.

20-Oct-10

My first book, Staten Island, or, Life in the Boroughs will have its release at the Staten Island Museum (a.k.a. Staten Island Institute of Arts and Sciences) at 1 p.m. on November 6th, 2010.  All are invited.

From the well-written press release: “John Byron Kuhner ferries the reader across New York Harbor to the island that stands forever in Manhattan’s shadow. His Staten Island is haunted by the ghosts of Whitman and Thoreau, Dante and Garibaldi, Washington and Burr, and the decay of our ideals amidst the mounds of our garbage. A sentimental education in love, liberty, and gratitude, Staten Island offers a moving portrait of New York’s fifth borough from its earliest days to the present.”

The book, which is beautiful, with fold-out map and illustrations by Lesley Chen, can be ordered here.

The Harvest.

05-Oct-10

The early-October portion of the harvest.

Wildcat Mountain Organic.

Wildcat Mountain Organic.

I have not been able to photograph the harvest in detail for various reasons, but only a few photos are really necessary.  The satisfactions of growing, looking at, and consuming are well known to all, though like most pleasures the experience always surpasses the memory.

The yield was extraordinary, really; certainly more than a hundred pounds of tomatoes, from a small plot; and watermelons, cantaloupes, peppers, and lettuces.  The best performing cultivars this year were Indian Moon (the yellows in the picture) and Slava (the small reds).  I have five bags of tomatoes on hand at present (ca. 40 lbs.), plus quite a lot of green ones on the vine still; I’m hoping to get the last ones canned.  And friends are still talking about the harvest feast we had on Labor Day weekend.

All this with no running water, during a nearly rainless summer, from a place that at the beginning of the spring was a field of rocks.  I can’t say how much water got carried and how many rocks got moved.  Of course like any successful endeavor, I was not working alone.

Fall Peaks.

05-Oct-10

Hiked in the pouring rain Monday, and was amply rewarded in the spells when the rain paused.

Autumn.

01-Oct-10

The Staten Island book – which can be ordered here (it has returned from the printers, and is being bound) – originally consisted of twenty-one essays, about 45,000 words; the publishers selected ten of these essays to make a more compact 20,000 word “chapbook,” a better size book for the press and, of course, far more likely to be read (brevity, always a virtue, is not less so when the theme is Staten Island).  Included in the excluded essays were four pieces about the seasons.  Among the essays, they were not the worst – two of them were included by the editors in their first proposed version of the published book – but in the end it was decided to leave them out.  And here is the first of them, “Autumn.”

Autumn

“For happiness, I would have but three things: old wine for drinking, old wood for burning, and old friends for conversation.”

One of the minor but perfect pleasures of the revolving year, is smelling in one’s nostrils for the first time the odor of burning wood in autumn.  How many subtle beauties are in that moment!  The sensation of time’s passage as another summer passes, drawing us closer to death; the appreciation of man’s labor and providence, which has laid up food and warmth for the days of cold and scarcity; the wonder of the wood of the tree, which for strength and beauty and usefulness we have not matched with any of our creations; the sweet decline towards the coming season, the hour of hearth and home, wherein our savior was born, and which is the most beautiful of all the times in New York City.  These beauties are in that simple signal smell of autumn.

Autumn’s is a scholastic charm.  Cool dry air is the perfume of thought.  The breezes of evening overtake one before one reaches home; they dispose the mind to reflection and to memory.  Our wandering summer paths lead us home at the fall.  At this time we see once more old friends, are close by our families, and feel the gaps left by the dead.  Children return to school, and their teachers; at twilight you see them wandering home on the darkening lanes.

In the autumn I am never inclined to take the straight path, but I never wander far.  It is a pleasant time to walk, but the days are full of duties, and the darkness comes too soon.  Nor do the destinations of summer have their old appeal: the tree is no longer a good place for napping, nor the ice-cream parlor for tarrying, nor the beach for swimming.  Most of the insects are gone; the animals are otherwise engaged, in their migrations or collocations; and the flowers have all gone to seed.  The mind returns to itself, in that sweet season, when the summery objects of sense have diminished, but the senses themselves not chafed and challenged by winter’s indispositions.

Autumn is the season in which we pay our respects to our trees.  From the fire rekindled on our hearth to the books we reach for once more – I find myself always drawn to Irving again, who is through all his works a golden, autumnal writer – to the spectacular colors all around us, in autumn more than any other time we feel the joy of living beside trees.

The rich yellows and oranges and scarlets of our autumn, – and I believe our autumn is the the most glorious on Earth, though I am willing to sample the autumns of others, if they contest my claim – are the result of the descent of the sugars and chlorophylls of the leaves into the roots, where they are stored for the subsequent spring.  It is said that this descent does not introduce new pigments, but rather removes the obstructing old ones.  The colors are always present in the leaf, though we  do not see them; yet another proof of the saying, That the kingdom of heaven is spread upon the earth, but men do not see it.  How many other hidden beauties we might see, if we could have at once the eyes of saint and scientist–.  But in the fall the veil is lifted somewhat, that we might see the fringe of the truth.

It is a fine diversion, to watch for the first tree to markedly turn, which on Staten Island is usually the red maple.  The first tree has the glory of standing out against the green of its neighbors, a still hand in the midst of laborers, a philosopher who has found the emptiness of the unexamined life a bit early.  And yet it is no mere idler, but only pauses when its roots are full, and its work done.  Its is the radiance of the young lad who had gotten out of a last-period test early, because he knew all the answers, or a working-man who did so much on Thursday, that he has no jobs left for Friday.  The brightening of the tree is the smile of a day’s work done well, a radiance of gratitude.  Leaves are not machines, merely to sputter and brown on the stem and be replaced; and the trees are not slave-drivers, to work them until the sap freezes in their veins.  Nature reminds us that we are not functionaries merely, but part of the greater glory of God.  And the glory of our nature sometimes is only revealed when we put aside our labors, and quiet our desires, and determine to make do with what we have.  The Golden Age is not the first but the last of the ages.  It is not the place we have fallen from, but towards which we work.  It begins when the desirous green of acquisitiveness has faded, into the golden hue of gratitude.

Fall Arrives.

01-Oct-10

Peak color this weekend in the Central Catskills.  Next weekend at the lower elevations, I think.  Slightly earlier this year than last year, as it seems.