Poop Shute

I was sitting here wondering what to post today when i saw that my good friend Mr Lopez had just posted a transcript of an old analog journal entry, so it inspired me to go thumbing through my piles of old writing.

I came across pages and pages of free-verse poetry and prose that repeated the same handful of themes. "Where am I going?" "What will I be?" And lots of pining for this one great love that I was so sure was out there, but I had no idea where to find it.

That was mostly high school writing. Then in my early college years the two-pronged force of great amounts of knowledge teamed with great quantities of liquor had a profound effect on my writing. Here is one such example.

"For the medeival period in western Europe, the definition of a heretic may only be posed in terms of its function in Christianity and in revelation, according to the formula of Isadore of Seville: 'Heretics are those who have withdrawn from the Church.' One is a heretic who criticizes or refuses to accept Christian Dogmas and rejects the teaching authority of the Roman Church, which one had recognized before. This is the definition of medeival heresiologists, for whom the Jew and the Moslem are not heretics. The heretic is neither abnormal nor neurotic: he is rather a man seeking after the truth, and whom, always in the view of Christianity, the dogmas of revealed truths no longer satisfy. He may be led to his condition by personal considerations of a metaphysical order, or by social signs which led him to perceive, in a society constituted as Christian, certain anomalies and deviations which no longer correspond to its initial purpose."

I guess that means that I'm a heretic.

Cool.
01/18/01


Okay, so very little of this writing is actually mine, but if you had read the whiny stuff that preceded this, I'm sure you'd find it refreshing.

I had been taking a class on the history of witchcraft and heresy and how the Catholic Church created, recreated and redefined these concepts that they wielded as weapons for the better part of two millenia. Very interesting stuff.

I had transcribed this paragraph from either a lecture or one of the textbooks in my journal. I don't remember this at all, but it seems to have spoken to me at the time. I had started an unusual habit of taking all my lecture notes in a hardcover blank book that had been my journal and sketchbook prior and the result is an interesting hodgepodge of historical data and my own meandering thoughts on them.

More later.