Posts Tagged ‘Tracy Chapman’


The writer operates at a peculiar crossroads where time and place and eternity somehow meet. His problem is to find that location.

–Flannery O’Connor


I think you could probably substitute artist in for writer in the words above from author Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964) without changing the gist of the thought too much. All art, and literature certainly falls into that category, is about transforming the now of the creation– the time and place— into something beyond that moment, into something timeless–the eternity to which O’Connor refers.

Finding that intersection where those two things come together is, as she points out, not such as easy thing to accomplish. And almost every instance the artist will never know if they have come to those crossroads that moves their work into the realm of the eternal.

I guess the finding is immaterial without the seeking. And seeking without any assurance of finding something that will ever reveal itself to you is an act of faith, a belief that there something eternal worth seeking.

I don’t know what else to call it. You keep trying. You think it is near sometimes but when you finally come to it, you’re not sure enough of what you’re experiencing to stop seeking.

Does one ever know when they have come to that crossroads?

That being said, here’s this week’s Sunday morning music from a longtime favorite of mine, Tracy Chapman. I think her body of work sometimes get overlooked in the deluge of the new but every time I come back to her, I wonder how I have let her slip out of mind. Here’s a song that fits the subject here, Crossroads, to accompany the painting at the top, Beyond the Crossroads, from back in 2004.

Have a good Sunday, okay?


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Onion Article Oct 2015Another week with another tragedy that seems more and more uniquely American.  Is this what is what people mean when they say American Exceptionalism?

The airwaves are filled as always with the same expressions of shock and outrage from public figures, which leave me cold.  It happens so frequently that there is almost a standard protocol for reaction in place for the media and public officials.  You know as soon as this happens what the outcry will be and how it will fade in several days except for those who lost family and friends in the gunfire.

Until the next time,  which unfortunately will not be too long in coming.  So we wait and shrug our shoulders, saying, like The Onion headline above, “There’s no way to prevent this.”

And there isn’t so long as we refuse to make difficult decisions.

Maybe putting off hard choices is our exceptionalism.  We are wonderful in that capacity.

That brings me to this week’s Sunday musical choice.  It’s  fittingly titled If Not Now from Tracy Chapman from way back in 1988.  Maybe if we hadn’t kicked that can down the road back then…

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