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voir dire

[Reviews]Real Presences by George Steiner

 

A lawyer usually concedes the opposing proffered expert’s credentials and does not contest her opponent’s motion to have the court recognize the witness as an expert in a particular field.  The alternative is voir dire, a self-contained evidentiary session in which both sides get to question the proffered expert in the jury’s presence concerning his credentials before the court accepts him as an expert and permits him to testify as one.  Voir dire often turns into an expert’s showcase, often sours the community of experts (especially doctors, who run pretty tight in most communities) against the lawyer who challenges the expert’s credentials, and often gives the lawyer whose client has hired the expert an opportunity to highlight his theory of the case through his questioning.  Voir dire of expert witnesses, then, is rare, but it is usually more contentious, and therefore more fun to watch, than the voir dire of potential jurors, a preliminary procedure of every jury trial.

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The Book of Hebrews, for no immediately apparent reason, opens with a long comparison of Jesus with angels.  Old Testament scripture is brought to bear to support the idea that Jesus is superior to the angels.  I have heard a number of sermons and talks that use some of the material in Hebrews’s first chapter to support various points, but I have heard no talk that explains why the comparison is made in the first place.  One might think that the writer’s Jewish audience has fallen from its understanding of Jesus’ supremacy in the new Jewish sect’s cosmology and has begun to worship angels, or at least has begun to venerate them more than Scripture would hold with.

The comparison of Jesus with angels, though, has nothing to do with angel worship.  The purpose of the comparison is not subject to a private theological interpretation by any current sect of what we call Christianity.  The comparison is only an example of the tactics used by Hebrews’s writer to advance some good and proper theology.

One of the themes of Hebrews is the superiority of the new covenant for which Jesus serves as the one sacrifice and the sole high priest.  The earlier, Mosaic covenant is inferior because of its inability to make its beneficiaries perfect in a transactional sense.  Indeed, the new covenant is revealed in Hebrews as the older covenant honored by the old covenant (generally, the first in time means a great deal in the New Testament), since Levi, the priestly tribe under Moses’ covenant, pays tithes through his forefather Abraham to Melchizedek, the mysterious priest referred to historically in Genesis, prophetically in Psalms, and exegetically the Book of Hebrews.

The writer’s Jewish audience is in danger of neglecting the salvation brought to them by this new covenant.  They are enamored not with angels, but with the older covenant, not as a type of the newer covenant, as the writer would prefer, but as a superior covenant to it.

So what’s with the angels? Like a trial lawyer, Hebrews’s author is establishing two speakers’ relative credentials.  The comparison finally leads to this: because Jesus is higher than the angels, his words are in some sense superior to theirs, and we better not neglect them. (Hebrews 2:1-4 – “words spoken through angels” vs. “salvation first spoken through the Lord.”)  Hebrews chapter 1, then, compares the relative authority of two speakers.

Jesus speaks to us in the Gospels of the new covenant.  But when did the angels speak?  The Hebrews are familiar with the notion that God in some sense gives the Mosaic covenant and laws through angels.  Stephen, for instance, reminds his Hebrew audience that the law is “given by God’s angels.” (Acts 7:53 (REB).  For more on the angels’ role in giving the law, see Deut. 33:2, Acts 7:38, and Gal. 3:19.)  The comparison of speakers, then, gives way to a comparison of covenants and the covenants’ associated sacrifices, promises, and priesthoods brought into the world by the speakers.

[The writer of Hebrews uses a similarly lawyerly tactic to support Melchizedek’s superiority over Aaron as a high priest.  Most first-time readers of Hebrews may not understand the reference to “two immutable things” in Hebrews chapter 6.  Reading comprehension leads to one possible conclusion: the two immutable things are “the promise and the oath.”  God knows we use promises and oaths in our legal systems to assure one another and to make things operative.  God speaks our language; he’s willing to utilize our contract law.  Hebrews discusses two Old Testament verses containing promises and oaths.  Here’s the first:

[To Abraham:] I will surely bless you and I will surely multiply you. (Heb. 6:14)

(The “surely” parts are the oaths.  It may be easier to see this in the Revised English Bible translation: “I vow that I will bless you abundantly and multiply your descendants.”)  This idea of the promise and the oath takes on more importance once Melchizedek enters the letter at the end of chapter 6.  That’s because the last part of chapter 6 (verses 13 through 20) sets us up for this main promise-oath combo found well into the next chapter:

The Lord has sworn and will not change his mind: You are a priest forever after the order of Melchizedek. (Hebrews 7:21, which itself is a translation of Psalm 110:4)

In other words, just as Hebrews sets up Jesus’ credentials as a speaker in chapter 1 before we even hear from him, Hebrews sets up the basis for Melchizedek’s credentials as a high priest in chapter 6 before the writer even mentions him.]

The writer of Hebrews, knowing that he cannot win his argument on an appeal to the covenants’ relative merits alone – his audience has a lifelong and even cultural investment in the old one – resorts to the superiority of his expert.

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[book cover]What does it mean to read?  George Steiner’s Real Presences argues that “an account of the act of reading, in the fullest sense, of the act of reception and internalization of significant forms within us, is a metaphysical and, in the last analysis, a theological one.” Steiner does not refer here to theological doctrine but to theology in its broadest sense: the possibility of the unknown.  The previous statement I quote is not his thesis, but it is related to it: our culture has “a certain reduced condition of the poetic and of the act of creation.”  In the second (the middle) section of his book, Steiner traces our condition to philosophical developments during the 1870’s in Western Europe and Russia as expressed in Mallarmé’s and Rimbaud’s writings, writings which, with “all that they entail, splinter the foundations of the Hebraic-Hellenic-Cartesian edifice in which the ratio and psychology of the Western communicative tradition had lodged.”  The Western communicative tradition is an a priori “relationship between word and world,” the existence of speech-acts.  Late-nineteenth-century nihilism and a “Nietzschean intuition” gone mad lead to twentieth-century deconstruction, the doctrine of literary criticism fashionable in the latter part of the last century.  Deconstruction, in short, holds that meaningfulness in words is a pretense, and that words serve as signs only out of a persistent laziness and cultural comfort with a disproved theological, Logos model of meaning.

Steiner finds the tenets of deconstruction unassailable – indeed, even helpful in many respects – but he doesn’t find them ultimately persuasive.  He spends the third and final section of his book arguing, not from logic, but from an a priori acceptance, that art, music, and literature presuppose “the other,” that they begin in immanence (where deconstruction would suggest they remain), but that they move toward transcendence:

. . . it is the enterprise and privilege of the aesthetic to quicken into lit presence the continuum between temporality and eternity, between matter and spirit, between man and ‘the other’.

The battle between immanence alone, on the one hand, and immanence and transcendence, on the other, cannot be fought in the arena of reason alone, since the two sides may not agree on even the nature and role of proof.  (Proof suggests a “positivist cosmology” and a finite, “terminal” universe, Steiner asserts.  The vehicle of the best of Western art, writing, and music, however, is usually myth, which, contrary to proof, suggests an open-ended universe, a less dogmatic and more apophatic approach to mystery.)

But the greater reason that Steiner concedes the argument but not the day to deconstruction has to do with what is at stake.  Essentially, neither side advances an argument; both sides advance only competing, irreducible presumptions.  The axioms are not only fundamental as foundations to what arguments could be advanced; they are also fundamental to the question of whether the arts will survive in Western culture.  If “general sentiment” follows academics for whom “the question of the existence of non-existence of God will have lost all actuality,” then the creation of great art, music, and literature will be a matter of history alone.

Therefore, arguments alone will not carry the day; instead, “this essay argues a wager on transcendence.”  In advancing such a wager (“argues a wager” is more of a poetic expression than a dialectic one), the book’s third section resorts to a re-grounding in what it means to read, to visit the visual arts, to hear great music.  Although he believes music is his strongest suit, Steiner examines reading more closely than listening to music, probably because of the average reader’s more extensive experience with reading than with listening closely to music or enjoying the visual arts.  Steiner develops reading as a relationship that involves reserve, courtesy, trust, and a meeting of freedoms that, in the end, results in “total indiscretion.”  Literature (as well as art and music) “queries the last privacies of our existence. . . . It proposes change.”

Section three, then, isn’t so much an argument (of a wager or otherwise) as it is an instructor’s slowing down of a slow dance to point out the couple’s steps.  Steiner reconnects us with what we’ve always intuited about reading, and then he compares irreducible presumptions.  Real reading, he suggests, requires “the other,” requires the acknowledgement of real presences. Deconstruction's refusal to acknowledge the transcendent in reading is based on gamesmanship, not relationships, Steiner concludes.

But I have not described the first of Real Presences’s three sections.  Steiner spends a great number of pages there establishing that, in our culture, the aesthetic has become “academic,” that “we welcome those who can domesticate, who can secularize the mystery and summons of creation.”  We therefore live in a Byzantine age “in which the exegetic and the critical [what Steiner elsewhere calls ‘the secondary’] dominate” to the detriment of the creative.  For a variety of reasons, we cannot perform “an authentic act of reading.”  Here’s one reason:

We flinch from the immediate pressures of mystery in poetic, in aesthetic acts of creation as we do from the realization of our diminished humanity, of all that is literally bestial in the murderousness and gadgetry of this age.  The secondary is our narcotic.

Later, Steiner makes various connections between the ascendancy of the secondary and the ascendancy of radical nihilism (the book’s second section), and between the ascendancy of the secondary and our inability to read (third section). Section one also wanders into interesting sub-plots that get away from strict credentials, but Steiner believes the reader – the judge – will allow him some latitude in his voir dire to advance details which, in the end, enrich the jury’s understanding of his theory of the case.  Steiner is a methodical advocate. It isn’t until the end of the book, after all – long after the voir dire that makes up the first section is over – that we discover that we’ve been lawyered:

I have, before, cited some of those who know best: the poets, the artists.  I have found no deconstructionist among them.

When the issue at bar is outside the province of the jury, attorneys resort to experts.  Steiner spends the first section of his essay comparing speakers.  The poets speak with more authority than today’s academics – the secondary speakers, the self-appointed keepers of a guttering aesthetic torch.

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In one sense, voir dire is merely procedural and tactical, a justified means to theological ends. In another sense, where all parties to the litigation concede truth’s immanence in some manner, it isn’t the argument but the words of the expert that carry us.  At the end of Job’s trial, after all, God doesn’t argue with Job; he simply compares their credentials.  And, broadly speaking, the dispensation of justice, the act of covenanting, and even the act of reading are theological enterprises worthy of the finest defense.

 

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[flower]

everydayandeverynight.com

There's that story in Talmud about planting a carob tree that will only bear fruit in 70 years, long after the planter is gone. What is the motivation for the planter? Someone now deceased had planted trees for him. He's returning the favor.

Planting this linden required less patience, though certainly some. And just like parenting, there are gratifications at every step in the development. My ten-year old son already hangs off its branches. Our Dog Boaz urinates on it. I lean on it and take photos of it.

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Shadows and Symbols

We see here a personal connection between God and each of his stars. We see him not just having created them (past tense) but leading and ordering them still (present tense). There is a connection of call and response from him to these great balls of fire in the heavens. And he’s keeping score: he knows where each one is at all times.

This is not the God who can easily be boxed into the many categories and thoughts of humankind. And this is definitely not a boring or mass-marketed Supreme Being. This is the one who demonstrates a fireworks of creativity and artistry.

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[gravestone]

my gorgeous somewhere

From behind cold tables, men back      out
without words. Beat clean and   purple-black,
they relinquish certain prizes:
panties, condom wrappers
and other residual proofs of   conquest.

[Here's the whole poem.]

[trees]

mole

A student reported that he once said to C.S. Lewis, "the amount of really great poetry is very small." At which Lewis snapped, in some irritation, "The amount that can be read with pleasure and profit is enormous."

I agree. I don't have much patience with the idea of "greatness" in the arts, which I think does more harm than good.

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Florescence

She wears silk dresses in emerald   and
lapis lazuli spun from the peacock’s   tail.
Sometimes I imagine the threads   tugging,
pulling her back and hold on tight.

[Here's the whole poem.]

[tree]

the cassandra pages

The drive west last week, across Vermont and into New York, was one of the most ethereal and beautiful trips I've ever made over that route. I traveled in silence, in the early morning, alone. The clouds still hung low over the Green Mountains, and a hazy fog persisted in the flatter pastures on the border between the two states south of Lake George - it would burn off later in the morning and expose the extreme heat we've had since. But in those early morning hours, the mountains and farmland were dreamy and quiet and empty as the space in which I was traveling.

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On the Slow Train

What I had learned was folk etymology--what Wikipedia calls "A commonly held misunderstanding of the origin of a particular word, a false etymology." Folk etymologies are usually more interesting than the actual word origin. Sometimes folk etymologies can unfairly cast a bad light on some perfectly innocent words, such as picnic, or phrases such as rule of thumb. But for the most part, folk etymologies can be a lot of fun.

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[leaf]

Creature of the Shade

But as soon as I asked it I knew she wouldn't be able to answer. I was looking for something like "north" or "west," but she, despite being a transport management professional, just didn't use such words to organize her sense of a city. She used words like "green building" and "flagpole." She could speak of left and right, but these narrative markers don't help you unless you're already on the right course.

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not native fruit

I've just begun a new book by Susan Griffin, "Wrestling with the Angel of Democracy." So far, it lives up to Griffin's standards for exquisite reasoning and prose. She leads us through the labyrinth of her own inner experience where it meets the outer world of both history and current events. At certain points of connection with current events I remember feeling exactly what she expresses. I take it that the inference of the book's title is that, just as in the Bible story when Jacob wrestles with the angel of the Lord and will not let him go until the angel blesses him, we must now wrestle with the angel of democracy, and not let him go.

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[picture]

Everydayandeverynight.com

I'm launching my journal again for 5768/2008.

In this omer journal, I take a Jewish-mythic point-of-view which presumes that I, personally, together with all Jews past, present and future, left Egypt and stood at Mt. Sinai together. This perspective challenges each Jew to join the Jewish experience and not be limited by the actual historical time period in which one lives. This perspective places human imagination at the center of religious engagement.

Our leaving Egypt is only the beginning of our path to liberation. Free from the bonds of Pharaoh, we seek a better, more human life. We begin this journey by the shores of the Nile. We look back in awe at a sea now appearing normal after having miraculously parted. But what now?

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via negativa

It was my birthday, and I had been given a live shrew in a box — not for a pet, but simply to admire and to photograph. I was a little disappointed at first that I didn’t get any real presents, but the shrew was an admirably fierce little creature who attacked anything thrust in its direction, and I soon appreciated the wisdom of the gesture: loaning me a fully wild creature, something that can never be owned or controlled. The idea that anyone can own anything — it’s such a delusion, isn’t it? But that’s what drives this mania of consumption imperiling the earth.

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[picture]

Mole

Darling,
The rain you sent was mixed with snow.
I could not tell which between
The snowflakes and the apple blossom
On the black sidewalk; I woke and you were

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[Picture]

The Middlewesterner

You see what you see. Don't beat yourself up too badly about it. Tomorrow the sky will be something different, a blue sheerness of petticoat, a shiny muslin, a white gauze.

Metaphor takes you away; it doesn't bring you back. You come back on your own if you get here at all.

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[Picture]

Lekshe's Mistake

Place
is not substance, not
a point in space,
more a point in time
when the conjunction of mind
and matter create
an experience
that
makes us believe there is a spot
to which we can return.

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Marcia Bonta

Dragoo, affectionately referred to as “Skunk Man,” has little or no sense of smell, so as a mephitologist he can easily study and live with skunks. When he wants one for his research, he chases it down, picks it up by its tail, and is liberally sprayed, because, as skunk expert Richard G. Van Gelder discovered back in the 1960s, you can only grab a skunk by the tail and escape being sprayed if you surprise the animal. Otherwise, it is able to evert its anus and expose the nipples from its huge and squishy scent sacs, which are then ready to fire even if you do pick it up by its tail.

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[child walking]

Dick Jones' Patteran Pages

Your soft clock
scatters seconds like
peas on a drum.

A feather pulse
stutters in your
neck.

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[duck photo]

Slow Reader

Aubrey is the guru of the Shelf Monkeys, a secret ‘book club’ to which Thomas gets invited. “Some books are simply a waste of paper, a waste of effort both to write and to read.” The flaming cover of this novel is sufficient clue to the book burnings that ensue, inspired by Fahrenheit 451. Books burnings, by the literate?! Only for books deemed not worthy by the members’ code. “We meet, we debate, we burn. It’s therapy, really.” Things escalate quickly and darkly, Lord of the Flies style, and Thomas is compelled to choose between his loyalties to his friends, literature, ethics, and his sanity.

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