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Monday, March 30, 2009

Submerged in Projects

Hi yall! Thought I'd take a breather long enough to check in and let you know I haven't fallen off the edges of the universe, yet...
I know I haven't been around to all of your blogs leaving comments as frequently as I used to, but I have been lurking around a bit.
Sometimes I just have to withdraw myself a bit and this has been one of those times. I've had so many projects going on since I've been without a job. I swear I think I work harder now than I did then. In the midst of rearranging closets, pulling up carpet and stripping down baseboards, I was struck with the need to paint.
It's my escape. It's my therapy. My release.
It's good for my soul. It's good for my stability. I just wish it was good for my bank account!
With all the wars going on these days, and religious ideology behind them, with the situation with my own parents and their decent into zealotry and fundamentalism, the topic of organized religion is never far from my thoughts. Now before you go getting your self all up in a tissy, let me say I don't have a problem with religion. If that's your thing, good for you. People need something to believe in. I get it. But this pumped up, charismatic, narrow minded view of my god is better than your god just kills me. And to be honest, I believe it's going to kill all of us.
Anyways, a while back, I wrote a poem called Religion on Steroids. Since then, this painting has been trying to work its way out of me. I've started it, scrapped it and abandoned it, only to come back again and again with new approaches each time. This version is still in it's tiny little zygote stage, not quite developed and not nearly finished, but so far, I think I'm feeling it.

Religion on Steroids

The phone ring, ring, rings,

and I ignore the incessant tone

of Patriarchy submerged in Zealotry:

Religion on steroids, I muse

Closing my eyes, I imagine ignorance

Feeling its warm embrace

for too brief a moment...

In a flash, its gone with the ring, ring, ring

of technology's death to privacy

Bringing me back again

To the persistant realization

that you are no longer the parents

I once knew.

Angela J. Schleicher © 2008

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Jay said...

Love the painting and the poem.

I have lots and lots of problems with organized religion too. It seems as though the churches take all the good part of religion and spirituality and community and all that out and leave only the crappy stuff.

Gary Rith Pottery Blog said...

Whoa, that's a huge angry mob in front of Jesus, isn't it?
Jesus and God want us to be good and kindly people. Beating up on others isn't part of the package, is it?

Rebekah said...

We share a background, for sure. I'm an escapee from the religious right and even 20 years later can be caught up in the frustration of loving a family who believes in what can at best be called some very ridiculous things.

I loved both your poem and painting - thank you for sharing.

fiwa said...

Um, gee... Jay said it perfectly. So, what he said.

I know what you mean about needing to withdraw sometimes - I do that too. I wish I could make a living off of being a homemaker. Of course, right now, I'd be broke with that too - from the condition of my house.

I love the painting - I'm so glad you have that outlet to express yourself. And you're damn good at it too.

Reb said...

Organized religion is nothing more than a crutch for people. I will leave it there, I don't want to insult any of your readers. I like the painting and the poem.