by Vincent Bongo
How do tradition and reality connect in the modern human experience?
Can we reconceptualize tradition and reality for inheritance andexperience, respectively?
The Five Commandments:
> Abandon Novelty
> Flee Borders
> Seek Integration
> Explore the Histories of History
> Tell the Truths of Fiction
One proverb “The sure advance beats a hasty retreat”
Why “GOLIATH”
The scar that Goliath bears, the mark of Cain, the first wanderer, a perpetual exile whose identity is of the perennially slain.
You might ask, ‘what is so inspiring about that?’ In truth, it’s more a lament than a battlecry, but millions of artists throughout history have identified with him. He has no official history, save that written by his victors and accusers.
He is, therefore, a fetishized ghost whose formidable individualistic presence exists in contrast to the nubile David. We swoon at the supple fragrance of David’s youth but we live in the brocaded vacancy of Goliath’s armor.
The 21st century is awakening to the universal phenomenon of exile. No longer limited to geography, it now manifests in economics, politics, family structure, cultural heritage, technology and psychic wholeness.
Lost, searching for what we’ve always already found. We come to realize that home is everywhere. Embrace exile. Get lost.
From earliest ancestry “East of Eden” to the ‘Westward ho’ of manifest destiny, we employ directional symbols for self-discovery and evolution. East – West, Left – Right, Backwards – Forwards, Heavenward – Hellbent.
STOP WORKING SO HARD!
Just stay where you are and get lost.
Judd Walker Maltin
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I like your concept of exile. One of my favorite evocations of exile is the beginning of “Look Homeward, Angel:”
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father’s heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?