"God as Architect", by William
Genuine spirituality, like art, is open and dynamic...both are the hope
of a world so badly in need of transformation
Art and Spirituality
The world is charged with the glory of God
It will flame out like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then not reck his rod?
Spirituality is at once very simple and very misunderstood. As
these lines by Gerard Manley Hopkins tell us, the world is "charged with
the glory of God", shot through with beauty and terror. But all too
many of us are blind to this, preoccupied with what D H Lawrence called
"the business of money-making, money-having and money-spending", and the
pursuit of power and pleasure, "distracted by distraction from distraction".
This means that all too often 'spirituality' is profoundly misunderstood,
becoming just another commodity, a source of pleasure or power, a way of
making us feel superior to others, secure and exempt from the privilege
and panic of existence, a kind of cosmic Linus-Blanket. Interestingly,
the definition in the Oxford dictionary, implies something like this.
Here 'spirituality' is defined as "concerned with sacred or religious things;
holy; divine; inspired; refined; sensitive; concerned with the soul or
spirit, etc..., not with external reality" - in other words, something
somehow apart from everyday life.
Spirit in the Midst of Life
For me at least, this represents a profound misunderstanding. As
I see it spirituality is not something apart from everyday life.
It is an experience that occurs in the midst of, and gives depth and integrity
to our lives as people who live in a particular culture, in a particular
place and time. As one writer puts it, it holds "on to the 'spark'
that glows beneath all deep structures, beneath all social structures and
beneath all physical existence, and which catches fire in communication
with a divine nucleus of existence."
It is also essentially dialectical. "God is thought of as God",
according to Eberhard Jungel, "only when thought of as a God who reveals
himself", as the Other who breaks into our
lives. The best short definition of God may thus be as interruption,
an experience which ruptures the surface of the common place to reveal
new intensities, new splendours and terrors, new possibilities within us.
So Martin Buber reflects:
There are moments of silent depth in which you look upon the world-order
fully present. Then in its very flight the note will be heard...
These moments are immortal, and most transitory..., no context may be secured
from them, but their power invades creation and the knowledge of [humanity],
beams of their power stream into the ordered world and dissolves it again
By definition therefore, spirituality involves challenge and transformation
and is thus the opposite of belief in a 'God' who is in effect the projection
of our emotional, social and even political needs. The religion Marx
called the "opium of the people". But, to return to where we began,
our culture does not encourage interruptions of this kind, interruptions
which depend on authentic and deeply personal experience. Media
society depends on the manufacture of mass imagery dedicated to a culture
of consumption and instant gratification, "the exaltation of signs based
on the denial of the reality of things."
This is why art offers a way to a genuine spirituality. All art,
I would argue, represents a radical empiricism. Even the abstract
artist takes the raw material of physical existence , rearranges, shapes
and intensifies it, concentrating experience into a point, making us aware
of the sheer 'is-ness' of things. Thus a flag is no longer just a
flag, or a number simply a number in his art, Jasper Johns tells us.
Similarly, the avant-garde composer, John Cage declared, "We must set about
discovering a means to let sounds be themselves", going on the instinct
art should be an affirmation of life, not an attempt to bring order...but
simply a way of waking up to the very life we are living, which is so excellent,
once one gets one's mind and one's desires out of the way and lets it act
of its own accord.
It also links us to existence as a whole, since it is part of the "reflective
perspective" James Hillman describes which:
mediates events and makes differences between ourselves and everything
that happens. Between us and events, between the doer and the deed,
there is a reflective moment - and soul making means differentiating the
It is this image making and openness to existence which makes the world
holy, shot through with the beauties and terrors, challenge and tender
cherishing of the Divine.
What makes a major artist, I would submit then, is the sense of self
and life as dialectical, not one dimensional, open to the interplay of
what is other, what cannot ever be fully put into words. Hence Rimbaud's
enigmatic "Je est un autre" (I is another). Hence, too, the novelist
Patrick White's description of the musician, Moraitis, playing the cello
in The Aunt's Story: "he wore an expression of sleep and solitary
mirrors. The sun was in his eyes, the sky had passed between his
bones". Perhaps the most vivid expression of this sense of self as
somehow from time to time swooped upon, claimed by an otherness which transfigures
and breaks open the ordinary is Robert Adamson's Drawn with Light.
The poem begins with the image of an owl swooping low over the city,
hooking a rat from a lane, "owl-eyes adrift, drawn by moonlight".
But the eyes and the moon fuse into an image of fire, a sense of some "silent
language" beyond us in an "age of precious mumblings", of "clever emblems"
of advertisers and politicians, of:
Sports heroes, suspended in the air
Beyond all this, however, beyond the "Streets of homeless, suburbs of living
dead", we are drawn to some frightening power and intensity for which the
owl becomes the symbol, the power and intensity of art:
to sell alcohol, pictures of sleek yachts
their spinnakers ablaze
with multicoloured jingocam.
...Drawn with light
What is powerful in this poem is not just what it says but what it points
to, something unspeakable, a silence beyond words, what one cannot say
but can only become. Wittgenstein was aware of this. "We should
not try to communicate the incommunicable", he wrote, "That will be futile.
That which is unsaid in what we have said will manifest itself by its silence."
It can perhaps only be spoken in the silence which a poem like this makes
around itself, the break with and the intensification of everyday language,
transforming sign into symbol. The world thus becomes multiple, not single.
Not that art is thus other-worldly. If there is another world, as
Paul Eduard says, it is in this one, in its intensification. Nothing
is necessarily commonplace or boring since, to quote William Blake, "everything
that lives is holy", full of possible significance - as indigenous cultures
have always known. "Cursed be he (or she)" Blake said, to whom a
"line is merely up and down." Or, as Shakespeare's Hamlet has it,
there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in a merely
so that the image perfects itself
in our seeing it - Drawn out from
to make bright images of life in our
lucidity, clear fire.
Understanding of this kind is the other side of scepticism, of disbelief
in the crowding preoccupation with property, power and possessions.
One begins to know what Jesus meant when he said that unless we "become
as little children" we would not "enter the Kingdom of Heaven". Children
know, as all art knows, that what we call 'real' is what we agree to do
so, and that this 'reality' depends on the stories we believe in.
As Nietzsche remarked, therefore, "we possess art lest we perish by the
Art reminds us that life is stranger, more beautiful, demanding, joyous
and painful than common sense knows. The holy then, is mysterious.
It underlies the vision of tragedy and, indeed of any good novel which
gives us a glimpse into the mysteries of the human condition. Far
from being unworldly or abstract, this mystery exists in the midst of our
lives as a wonderful passage in Margaret Attwood's Alias Grace makes clear.
Grace comes into the kitchen early in the morning.
There was a strange light, as if there was a film of silver over
everything, like frost only smoother like water running thinly down over
flat stones; and then my eyes were opened and I knew it was because God
had come into the house and this was the silver that covered heaven.
God had come in because God is everywhere, you can't keep him out, he is
part of everything there is.
But he is beyond any question or control of ours:
I said, what do you want here? But he did not answer, he just kept
on being silver, so I went out to milk the cow, because the only thing
to do about God is to go on with what you were doing anyway, since you
can't ever stop him or get any reasons out of him. There is a Do
this or Do that with God, but not any because.
So a genuine spirituality, like art, is open and dynamic, opening out truer
possibility. In this sense both are the hope of a world so badly
in need of transformation.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, A Selection of His Poems and Prose, 1954, Harmondsworth,
Olsen Steggink, "Study in Spirituality in Retrospect", in Studies
in Spirituality, 1:1, 1991, p21.
Eberhard Jungel, God as the Mystery of the World, 1983, Grand Rapids, Eerdmass,
Kees Waaijman, "Spirituality as Transformation", Studies in Spirituality,
1:1, 1991, p31
Jean Baudrillard, Revenge of the Crystal, 1990, Sydney,Pluto Press, p63.
Karen Claire Voss, "Mysticism and Exotericism", Studies in Spirituality,
6, 1996, p107.
Robert Adamson, The Clear Dark, Sydney, Paperback Press, p60-61.
Margaret Attwood, Alias Grace, 1997, London, Virago, p367.
Sister Veronica Brady is a writer and
commentator on media, culture and social issues. She has just completed
an authoritative biography on the poet Judith Wright. She is an associate
Professor in the Department of English, The university of Western Australia.
This article was published in New Renaissance magazine Vol.
8, No. 1
(c) 1998 Renaissance Universal, all rights reserved.
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