Friday, May 8, 2009

"Which Frightened Both the Heroes So"

Eric Charles White wrote in 1987:
Kairos is an ancient Greek word that means "the right moment'" or "the opportune."

"Nebulous Grid"                                   2009
From the Spidey Hole - Bloated Geometry Series

"The map is a significant cultural document. The native mapmaker employed an indigenous graphic system of circles, lines, and alternating scales to portray his knowledge of the physical and social geography of nearly a quarter of the continent."
Another America: Native American Maps and the History of Our Land   Mark Warhus    1997

"Loaded: the Weisiger Chapel Project"                               2009 

"'s so friggin endless it's like poems endless everywhere and no one knows why bettern old Buddha you know where he says it's like "There are immeasurable star misty aeons of universes more numerous than the sands in all the galaxies, multiplied by a billion lightyears of multiplication, in fact if I were to go on you'd be scared and couldn't comprehend and you'd despair so much you'd drop dead," that's what he said in one of those sutras - Macrocosms and microcosms and chillicosms and microbes and finally you got all those marvelous books a man aint even got time to read em all...."
Big Sur Jack Kerouac  1962

"Leaning Psalm"                                                                2009
Weisiger Chapel Project  Hospice, Charlotte NC

"........which frightened both the heroes so, 
they quite forgot their quarrel."
Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee

"Expulsion From the Grid"                     2009
From the Spidey Hole Series

I operate my busy-ness primarily from Chronos time: deadlines, appointments, schedules. I'm pretty good at that. Daytimers help. As do your calls and reminders (thank you very much). But my life is more based in Kairos time. My personal narrative mapped out in a survey of bruises and good-byes. Aches and hellos. Healings and salutations. My days are a palimpsest of heavings and liftings and measurements and wishing. My nights are filled with wandering around back into the day, bringing forth images more dense than any laurel thicket. The blinds are opened; the blinds are closed. I mark my territory with lemon juice, and read the directions by holding the image to the light.

How does your time work, human?


dreambeliever said...

Don't seem to know. Passing the half-century mark--is it the kairos to drop the fear, enlarge and rise up to the challenge? To finally live? To finally create? To finally be?

Tom Schulz said...

Perhaps it is Kairos Time that allows for the understanding that we have always lived, always created. The challenge then, is to allow that be the fulcrum upon which balance the questions of the past and the aspirations of the future.
Thanks for joining The Conversation, dreambeliever.