Saturday, 23 June 2012

Do dogs have souls? (Part twenty)

A dog called Mugly has won the world's ugliest dog competition. At Significant Truths we are incensed - don't they know how to see a dog's inner beauty!!!? We're not going to moan too much though because Mugly has won a year's supply of free dog biscuits, which to a dog is much more important.

Friday, 22 June 2012

Learning from the heretics

Another great post from, Benny Hazelhurst, that well known heretic:) It made me think generally how the word "heresy" is a label we give to ideas which we fear because they challenge us. Perhaps what the Church objected to most about Galileo's "heresy" was that it threatened the power and authority of the Church itself. In the past, when the Church did have more power, it was inclined to kill heretics and justified this in a variety of ways. It was prepared to kill in the name of religion, not to honour God or to protect others but to protect its own interests and its own power. It is quite ironic, because as Yevgeny Zamyatin said:

 “The world is kept alive only by heretics: the heretic Christ, the heretic Copernicus, the heretic Tolstoy. Our symbol of faith is heresy."

Sunday, 17 June 2012

Strongman

a strongman you say.
home from work would stetch his arms
and hang his five sons on them
turning like a roundabout.
a carpenter who could punch nails
into wood with his clenched fist,
chest like a barrel with a neck
that was like holding onto a tree.



in the final hour
your hands between the sheets
to lift him to the lavatory
slipped under a frame of bones like plywood.
no trouble - he said. no trouble dad -
you said. and he died in the cradle of your arms.

This poem byTony Curtis explores the way the relationship between a parent and child changes through life and the way that we can often see a role reversal with the child becoming carer and the parent becoming weak and dependent. It is also a bit of a tear-jerker, especially the last line with the description of the "cradle of your arms" reminding us of the way parents cradle a newborn child.  Increasingly the concept of Father's and Mother's day is recognised as problematic because not everyone has happy memories of their childhoods or their parents, particularly those who have suffered abuse or neglect, and many children grow up with absent fathers. I am not sure that is in itself a reason to stop celebrating parents but I like the fact that this poem is about the strengths and vulnerablites we all share when we are nutured by and care for others.