Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Smart Art (Faux Foliage Edition UPDATED!!!!!!!!)

 



Banksy strikes again!
 
Environmental politics is about densely populated urban areas like this, just as much as it is about farmland and woodland and hedges.

--Jeremy Corbyn

So says the former leader of Britain's Labor Party and now-independent Member of Parliament, delighted that the dismal-looking wall behind the dismal-looking sawed-off tree in Islington North, the lower-income neighborhood of London that he represents, serves as the canvas for the mysterious graffiti artist's latest project, which made its mysterious debut sometimes Sunday morning. Nearby residents also are said to be delighted, as well as flattered. They didn't think Banksy even knew their little slice of urban blight existed (as for Banksy's own existence, he admitted on his Instagram account Monday, a day after the mural appeared, that he indeed his handiwork.) As to why the tree was so radically pruned in the first place, supposedly it was a safety hazard, and even more supposedly needed to be done to prolong the life of the fifty-year-old tree, which was said to have a fungus problem. Whatever. I'm neither an expert on trees or fungi (other than liking an edible form of the latter on my pizza.) I can only hope that Banksy's spray painted greenery remains until that day in some future spring the tree sprouts green on its own.

 


                                UPDATE!


(All this is in red so you can better differentiate the original from the revised. Even in the midst of damage control, my readers come first.)  

Some people predicted this, but in my naivety, I thought I could get a good, one-day posting out of it before it...



...happened.

Yes, the painting was defaced, either late last night (3/19/2024, London time...I think) or early this morning (3/20/2024 London time...ditto). Now, this gets kind of existential. It can be argued that graffiti, no matter how well done, is technically a form of defacement. So is this really an example of defaced defacement? Vandalized vandalism? Such questions may be philosophically beyond me. All I can say is that I preferred the original defacement to the revised defacement, just as I preferred my original post to this screwy update, but this isn't about me, so back to the matter at hand. As you can see, a fence has gone up. I've read conflicting reports as to when or how exactly this happened. Some news stories say the fence was already in place and the vandal climbed over it to do his misdeed. Others stories state the fence went up only after the splash of white paint was discovered. In whatever order it happened, it seems a good bet it was put there per the Islington Council, who in the past few days saw their usually overlooked London suburb suddenly become a tourist attraction, though I've read speculation that it was put there by Banksy himself! None of this, Banksy's original artwork, the white defacement, and maybe even the installation of the fence, happened in broad daylight, but in the cover of night.

Take it away, Patti:




(I had to salvage this post somehow. I'm sure Banksy would understand.)

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Bark, The Herald Angels Sing

I wouldn't mind believing in God.

I say this because people troubled by my lack of faith seem to think I'm just being stubborn. I could really believe in God if I wanted to, they seem to think. They seem to believe. Like I have a button on me that says FAITH. All I need to do is press it, and, VIOLA, I'm religious.

The closest thing I have to a button is this unsightly mole on my back. If I ever get some extra cash, I think I'll have it removed.

It would be much easier to believe in God if there was, like, a God. If you want to believe something exists, if kind of helps to have it, like, exist.

I'm not saying there is no God. I'm just saying if he, or it, were right here right now, in front of me, where I could see and hear him, it would go a long way toward making me believe in him, or it.

Some think God is going to punish me for my agnosticism (See? I didn't say atheism. I'm not that far gone.) I've never understand this whole idea of God punishing someone for not believing in him, or it. If someone didn't believe I could talk, I wouldn't punish them for it. I would just talk. That person would would be converted faster than you could say "road to Damascus". Actually, faster than you could say "Damascus" all by itself. Or "road". Or "to". I suppose once that person was convinced I could talk, they'd ask for my forgiveness for ever doubting me. My reply to that? No forgiveness necessary. I've always been on the quiet side, so it's understandable someone might make that mistake.

There are those who will say that if I just prayed, or took a leap of faith, or opened up my heart and looked inside, I would know God exists. But why go through so much trouble? I mean, there are a lot of things I know exist because they have the virtue of existing. The keyboard on which I type I know exists, as well as this chair that I'm sitting on, and the library I'm sitting and typing in. And for all you grammarians out there, I also know that proposition that ended the preceding sentence exists. I just couldn't figure out any other way of ending it.

Of course, all those things I just mentioned are man-made, including the proposition. Especially the proposition. But God is more intangible than that,
you say. You have to look beyond material things. OK, fine. Let's move away from material things to nature. Beyond taking a stroll through the Cleveland Metroparks, I've never been one much for communing with nature. But nature at least exists. The Cleveland Metroparks exists. The plants exist. The trees exist. The scrunched up condom in the middle of the bike path exists (scratch the last one. We're back to material things.)

Some of you will say, "Can't you see God in nature?" I don't want to see God in nature. I want to see God like I see nature. I mentioned trees. Why can't God exist like a tree exists?

I don't have to pray to know a tree exists. It's there.

I don't have to take a leap of faith to know a tree exists. It's there.

I don't have to open up my heart and look inside to know a tree exists. It's there.

I don't have to eat wafers, light candles, light incense, pass the plate, clap my hands, bathe in the Ganges River, bow to Mecca, dance around a totem pole, or shave my head and wave a tambourine at the airport to know a tree exists.

It's there.

I can touch it, climb it, stand under it, pull twigs off of it, hang a tire and swing from it, chop it down, or take too much cough medicine and drive my car into it. Empirical proof of the tree's existence.

So, God, if you do exist and want to prove it to me; in fact, even if you don't
want me to prove it to me (I mean, I don't think the keyboard, chair, library, or scrunched up condom cares one way or another in their repective existences) make yourself obvious to me.

As obvious as a tree.

I'm waiting.

Hmmm.

OK, how about a sapling?