The Broken Wing

Feb 13

The Broken Wing & Agents of Possibility

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We like experts. In a complex and confusing world experts comfort us. Experts, by our way of thinking, manage complexity through sheer brute force. Experts have a large volume of "knowing" and the weight of their knowing allows them to wrestle complexity to its knees, or so we like to belive. The prowess of experts makes sense to us because we tend to view ideas as objects, discreet chunks that can be possessed or dispensed. These idea objects can be organized, alphabetized, divided into categories and labeled, what we call "classified knowledge." A governing body, which collectively presides over the full corpus of classified knowledge pertaining to a particular topic, dispense pieces of information in an linear and sequential way which allows for optimal acquisition of idea objects. Once a person acquires what the governing body deems a requisite volume of idea objects the person becomes "an expert." The governing body issues a piece of paper along with an acronym which, in perpetuity, bestows upon the expert the title of "expert."

That isn't to say the above description is the day to day reality of those we call experts, rather it's how we in the West tend to think about knowledge and expertise. It's about the largely invisible metaphors we carry around regarding how the world works.

I'm working on a manuscript that's about the way we perceive the world and, therefore, what we view as possible within the world. The ideas I'm working on weren't arrived at in a way we typically associate with an expert.

I haven't been working in an "acquisition of predefined idea-objects" way. My process was one of listening, like an explorer in a jungle at night with only a vague notion of where I wanted to get to. Reading was like a flashlight which would briefly illuminate things. Thinking and writing were like candles I could light to keep things slightly, albeit dimly, illuminated. All the while I listened. I listened, over the course of several years as to where to look, when to turn on the flashlight, where to light a candle. Eventually I could see enough of the right things around me to know where I was, it was a process of a place being revealed to me.

A lot of people who are called experts will recognize both the mastery of classified knowledge—let's call it object-thinking—and the intuitive exploration beyond the bounds of classified knowledge—let's call it place-thinking—to be very much in keeping with the day to day reality of their work. Most experts understand the importance of both object-thinking and place-thinking. But again we tend only to validate and venerate object-thinking that operates within classified knowledge.

The manuscript I'm working on pertains to the idea of object-thinking and place-thinking; further, our culture tends not so see or validate place-thinking. To clarify, ideas regarding our culture's denigration of place-thinking were arrived at through place-thinking ensuring they will be neither seen nor validated. Sigh. Being a person of Western origin, I struggle with the validity of my own  ideas, not because of the ideas themselves, but because they were arrived at in an institutionally non-sanctioned idea object obtaining kind of way.

These ideas about place thinking and object thinking, it seemed to me, needed the blessing of science before anyone, including myself, might take them seriously. Enter the interwebs. I have recently and seredipitously—or maybe it was because I was listening—chanced upon a lecture which indicates the language and metaphors I've struck upon do indeed fit with current science. In fact, they fit stunningly well and in ways I might not otherwise have imagined. I've been rescued from my self inflicted mobius strip of doubt.

The lecture is by Iain McGilchrist, it's based on a book he's published called "The Master and His Emissary: The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World." I excitedly contacted Dr. McGilchrist with a few queries; he was both approachable and gracious. He set me in the direction of "hemispheric utilization bias" also known as "characteristic perceptual asymmetry." I have to admit, the geek in me let out an almost inaudible whimper of excitement.

Having not yet aquired the book, I want to go on record, in the spirit of an overly eager fanboy dissecting movie trailers, as saying I'll bet the bias and asymmetry are contextually driven. Unlike discrete fine motor skills bias, or handedness, which is more or less set; hemispheric bias fluctuates and is contextually driven in relation to physical and social environment, particularly when both pertain to perceived social expectation. [hand clapping, giggling] I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait.

Of course there's the uncomfortable reality that I am working on a manuscript only to discover someone smarter, more articulate and infinitely more credentialed than I has already published a book along much the same lines. Why would I bother carrying on? Not to be overwrought about it, but I'm writing from a conviction that I had been entrusted with something. Now that that's in writing it sounds even more dick-ish than it did in my head, but I humbly submit it as true to my experience. I've been writing not so much to "publish a book" in a limited sense, but as a steward of these ideas in a broader sense. A book is the beginning of stewardship so to speak. So, if the stewarding of ideas is the point, then yes, even a person as uncredentialed as I might contribute in some small way to the life of these ideas. I'm reminded of Madelene L'Engle quoting Jean Rhys:

Jean Rhys said to an interviewer in the Paris Review, "Listen to me. All of writing is huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. And there are mere trickles, like Jean Rhys. All that matters is feeding the lake. I don't matter. The lake matters. You must keep feeding the lake. ~Walking On Water


Here's the beginning of my trickle. Please interact, because sometimes I feel like I'm pissing in the wind.

Of particular importance to me is the notion that the Western world is out of balance in its way of thinking. In fact, the imbalance in the Western world's way of thinking is the basis for my company's name, The Broken Wing. I have an image of humanity as a small song bird, each wing a particular way of seeing the world and thinking about the world. One wing is broken, disastrously atrophied. Until the wing is restored the bird can never fly as it was meant. Restoration isn't about breaking the healthy wing, the bird needs both wings to fly as it was made to do. Restoration is about proper balance.

I've found the idea of handedness a useful tool in thinking about this notion of balance. Like handedness we all have within us the capacity and need for both left-brain thinking, what I'm calling object-thinking; as well as right-brain thinking, what I'm calling place-thinking.

Here's an outline of the manuscript as it stands.

 

THERE ARE TWO WAYS OF SEEING

There are two ways of perceiving, processing and talking about the world around us.

One way is what we can call an object-thinking way of seeing the world.

The other way is what we can call a place-thinking way of seeing the world.

Object-thinking is about:

what already is

convergent thinking

classified knowledge

making the strange familiar

prose

 

Place-thinking is about:

what can be

divergent thinking

recognition

making the familiar strange

poetry

 

OBJECT THINKING

We could call object-thinkers Tinkers
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The "tinker" in us is so named in the best sense of this word, a dedicated skilled craftsman bearing particular knowledge and particular tools for a particular task.

Picture the tinker hunched over a work bench, the room around him dark. A single desk light illuminates the work in front of him as he works diligently long into the night. He makes and fixes small objects with dextrous hands.

 

PLACE THINKING

We could call place-thinkers Explorers.

The "explorer" in us is so named in the best sense of this word, a dedicated and experienced traveller working for the common good.

Picture the explorer on a hilltop vista under a bright sun. He looks over a broad vista, alert, aware of his surroundings, excited to discover new lands which might make use of his friend, the tinker's, skills.

 

COLLABORATION

We are all both tinkers and explorers.

Like handedness, we all see the world in both ways.

Like both hands, we all need both ways of seeing the world.

 

PREDISPOSITION

In the same way we need both hands, we need both ways of seeing the world.

Like handedness, we all are predisposed to one way of seeing the world over the other.

We could call this predisposition our perceptual handedness.

People whose perceptual handedness is more tinker-ish we can call Tinkers.

People whose perceptual handedness is more explorer-ish we can call Explorers. 
 

 

IMBALANCE

Our world (in the West) is a object-thinking world.

It was built by Tinkers who expect the world to operate on object-thinking terms.

Over time the Tinkers forgot they were both object-thinkers and place-thinkers.

The object-thinking world the Tinkers built helped the Tinkers forget they are also place thinkers.

 

POSSIBILITY

Possibility is infinite, but infinite is still a bounded set.

Human agents acting in spacetime are constrained by hic et nunc (here and now).

Here and now is rightfully our perception of here and now.

Human agency is constrained by it's perception of here and now.

An exclusively object-thinking perception of here and now gives rise to an exclusively object-thinking view of human agency.

An exclusively object-thinking view of human agency leads to an exclusively object-thinking view of the possible.

On it's own, an object-thinking view of the possible is an incomplete view of the possible.

Object-thinking tends to view only tinker-talk as valid.

Tinker-talk tends to view only object-thinking as valid.

Our overly object-thinking world is caught in a solipsistic loop of self-referential tinker-talk.

Our tinker-ish world is caught in a self propagating status quo which has no way of understanding itself as status quo.
 Our tinker-ish world is in desperate need of an explorer-ish view of here and now in order to gain a renewed sense of human agency and therefore a renewed sense of the possible which can then inform our understanding of the status quo in which we are trapped. That newly informed understanding might then help us escape our self-referential status quo.

 

BALANCE

A collaborative object-thinking and place-thinking perception of here and now leads to a fuller sense of human agency which leads to a fuller sense of the possible.

Tinkers and Explorers might coexist in a unified system in the same way two hands coexist in a unified system (a person).

 

THE MEETING PLACE

We might call this unified place in which Tinkers and Explorers coexist The Meeting Place.

The Meeting Place might exhibit particular characteristics when Tinkers and Explorers coexist for the common good of unified system in which they mutually exist.

Conversely, The Meeting Place might exhibit particular characteristics when Tinkers and Explorers are in conflict and do not act collaboratively toward the common good.

 

AN ETHOS OF POSSIBILITY: Agency, Voice and Context.

AGENT OF POSSIBILITY

Agency in balance is characterized by:

an awareness of, an allowance for, and validation of both object-thinking and place-thinking.

Agency out of balance is characterized by:

The Expert, so named for the worst it implies of exclusively object-thinking.

The Expert can only perceive the world through the linguistic lens of their own technology. (as Postman defines "technology")

The Transient, so named for the worst it implies of exclusively place-thinking.

The Transient can only perceive the world through the linguistic lens of the world's dissimilarity with The Transient's vision of a better world.

The Expert and Transient are locked in polar conflict having no means of communication or compromise.

 

VOICE OF POSSIBILITY

Voice in balance is characterized by:

an awareness of, an allowance for, and validation of both a poetic voice and an analytic voice.

Voice out of balance is characterized by:

The Imperial Voice, so named for the worst it implies of exclusively object-thinking language.

The Imperial Voice can only speak in terms of immutable, eternal versions of its own certitude.

The Voice of Narcissus, so named for the worst it implies of exclusively explorer-ish language.

The Voice of Narcissus can only speak in it's own self-referential versions of self-indulgence.

The Imperial Voice and The Voice of Narcissus are locked in polar conflict having no means of communication or compromise.

 

CONTEXT OF POSSIBILITY

Context in balance is characterized by:
an awareness of, an allowance for, and validation of both object-thinking ways of perceiving and speaking and place-thinking ways of perceiving and speaking.

Context out of balance is characterized by:

The Machine, so named for the worst it implies of an exclusively tinker-ish context.

The Machine can only allow immutable certitude within the linguistic realities of its own technology.

The Starless Sky, so named for the worst it implies of an exclusively explorer-ish context.

The Starless Sky can only allow self-indulgent cynicism which can only be "not," and never "is".

The Machine and The Starless Sky are locked in polar conflict having no means of communication or compromise.

 

WESTERN INSTITUTIONS, being tinkerish places of exclusively object-thinking, are distinctly places of The Expert, The Imperial Voice and The Machine.

THE CHURCH by and large, is a subset of the broader cultural context in this regard. 

THE CHURCH is an out of balance tinker-ish context in which only tinker-talk is seen, allowed and valued and therefore where only Tinkers flourish. 

THE CHURCH, by and large, is a place of The Expert, The Imperial Voice and The Machine.

Jan 26

Coffee and music, two great things that go great together

 

My freind Mackenzie Sheppard made a short vignette about Yoshi Masuda, "a coffee enthusiast who is sharing his passion for the coffee with victims of the Great East Japan Earthquake and Tsunami." It's a touching and quiet little piece with some awesome music.

Jan 17

Seeing the Unseeable

A freind sent this video my way yesterday. He said it blew his mind so completely he couldn't sleep that night. Drew Berry creates animations, based on real world data, of unseeable processes in the human body. The DNA strands he images are 2 nanometers wide, that's less than the wavelength of light, thus the process can't be seen in anyway other this kind of animation. It is mind blowing seeing this visual representation of what is happening billions of times right now in all our bodies, in real time. That's the freaky part, what you see is how quickly it's happening! Gaah

I notice somewhere in the talk he mentions "these machines" are in all of our bodies right now. The machine metaphor clunked off my ear. I didn't like it. Shouldn't these processes be the basis for metaphors with which to talk about machines rather than the other way around. Machine like and mechanistic metaphors just seem so lacking to me. Am I nuts? Anyone else think the same thing?

Jan 16

Friday Night's All Right...

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A freind and I swung by the Team Awesome polaroid party last Friday night at the Canvas Lounge. Cool event, cool people, cool venue.

My friend and I got carded. Twice. We are old white men. I know they have to card everyone, but it was awesome.

We also got frisked before we went in. We have determined that: 1. We haven't been to a downtown weekend type event in quite some time as this was new to us. 2. Getting frisked before going into an event will give any event more caché.

The event was a fund raiser for the Dalit Freedom Network and Imagine1day. Twenty photographers were given 2 packs of Polaroid film, their work was sold for $10 a Polaroid, all proceeds going to the two charities. Awesomely simple idea. Encouragingly, it was packed, way more people than the organizers expected (pictured above).

I particularly like the work of Leah Gregg (pictured above), consistently strong pieces that had found a voice.

Meanwhile, outside it was snowing (also pictured above).

Posted from Vancouver, Canada
Jan 4

Is it too late for New Year's thoughts?

Ganbare

I'm doing it anyway.

There is one image that sticks with me from last year. When I close my eyes I can see the fields of Sendai from the air, high above.  An inky blackness sweeps across the screen from left to right. In my mind's eye I see it frozen half way. On the right, green fields, things as they should be. On the left, destruction, nothing as it should be. It's become for me a visceral picture of the sin-tsunami ravaged world we live in.

I hesitate using the word sin, it has so many abused inflections. So let me say, by "sin" I don't mean something one looks down one's moral nose at, nor do I mean a state of not abiding by moral convention, or a religious label for acting out. To me sin is less focused on us and speaks more to an overarching state in all of creation, which of course decidedly includes us. Sin is anti-order. By order I don't mean "neat and tidy." I mean "order" in its Hebraic sense, "things in right-relationship as intended." Sin is a state of anti-relationship. Sin isn't just passively not-relationship, broken relationship displaces relationship, it's anti-relationship. Nothing is left untouched.

From molecules to countries, sin turns a system of appropriate relationship into broken dysfunction. Disease isn't an outward attack on the body which must be "fought." Disease is the body's own systems out of relational whack. Cells, proteins, anti-bodies, nucleotides begin interacting in ways not intended. The greek word teleos, which we translate to English as "perfect," doesn't really mean "without flaw, " it means "behaving appropriately." Disease is a loss of teleos. Sin is a loss of teleos. The tsunami and it's after math was complete loss of teleos, where nothing was as it was meant to be. Our sin ravaged world isn't a little messed up, it's been through a sin-tsunami, it's relationally devastated.

If I stop there, at devastation, it's just overwhelming. Thankfully it doesn't stop there, this devastated world is the world into which God came to be with us. Being with us is what the past Advent season is all about. Emmanuel, God with us. Although, I have to admit, stopping at "God with us amongst the devastation" is still kind of overwhelming. There's so much devastation. Thankfully, again, it doesn't stop there. Thankfully it's a new year, a time to look ahead.

These are the images I hold with me for next year:

(Click on the images and they transform to the same scene 6 months later.)

(Reuters/Toru Hanai)

They are images of restoration in tsunami ravaged areas of Japan. Stunning really. These images acknowledge there isn't a reset button. They acknowledge nothing will be the same. They don't deny the tsunami, they give it the finger. Devastation isn't the way things are suppose to be and persistent small acts add up to transformation.

The shots of Rikuzentakata (no. 7) gives me goose bumps. The shots of Kamaishi (no. 12 ) give me hope.

To me these are pictures, in both a real and metaphorical way, of the work we as followers of Jesus are called into. Little by little, piece by piece, small acts of generative vulnerability bring small islands of order. Relationship is restored, things are brought into alignment with each other, they become again as they were intended. Often the surrounding greater devastation is still visible, but that makes the little islands of order that much more profound.

Is this not hope?

I realize I don't have to fix everything; as a matter of fact I don't have to "fix" anything. I just have to be faithful in carrying out generative and vulnerable acts that move from dis-order toward order, and on good days I think, "Even I can manage that." The people of Japan certainly give me tangible hope in a restored future.


明けましておめでとうございます。
頑張れ日本。

Akemashite omedetou gozaimasu.
Ganbare Nippon.

Happy New Year.
Stay strong Japan.

 

Hope Japan are friends doing good work in Tohoku and around the world.

Posted from Vancouver, Canada
Dec 19

Fifth 1 Hour Painting

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Brought to you by Boards of Canada "The Campfire Headphase." I at least like where this one is headed, although I don't think it quite got there. I may return to it to try and make something out of it. Two days until winter solstice. Light is on the way.

Dec 17

Fourth 1 Hour Painting

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I was in a monochrome and minimalist mood. Maybe it's the weather and the fact that at 4:00 pm it's already dark.

Dec 15

Third 1 Hour Painting

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Day three. Brought to you by M83 and Sigur Rós. Hmm, maybe I should keep track of the music I'm listening to whilst painting. (Cinematic Orchestra yesterday, btdubs) Well, so far I'm not particularly happy with anything, it all feels...scattered? unsettled? jittery? I don't mean the imagery per se, I mean my overall disposition, my descision making, the whole...thing. The double edged sword of getting to/having to post each day likely doesn't help unjitter things.

Dec 14

Second 1 Hour Painting.

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Posted a scant 45 minutes before the stroke on midnight. Two days down. It would have been kind of sad if I hadn't made it past one day. Gotta admit, I put in more than an hour, that's not cheating right? I wrestled with one, so just call me Jacob, but not sure I overcame. Parts I like, other parts...not so much. Meh, I'll sleep on it.

Dec 14

The Risk of Incarnation

Some extra beautiful film making from friend and collaborator Travis Reed at The Work of The People. (Hi rez can be purchased here.) This is footage Travis recently shot with Parker Palmer talking about Advent. But seriously, check out those opening shots. Delish.

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