the fork

I probably should have made "the fork" the title for this blog... and so it goes.

here is an excerpt from Joakim Garff's biography of Soren Kierkegaard (translated by Bruce H. Kirmmse):

At home [Kierkegaard] bore the nickname "the fork," because that was the utensil he had named when he had been asked what he would most like to be: "a fork," the freckled little boy had answered. "Why?" "Well, then I could 'spear' anything I wanted on the dinner table." "But what if we come after you?" "Then I'll spear you." And the name "the fork" stuck to him because of "his precocious tendency to make satirical remarks." (p. 8-9).

I want to be a fork.

Why I don't Like Dashboard Confessional

I attended church today. I didnt know I was going to. Generally I would like to know before entering some sort of tabernacle or temple or... whatever. I thought I was going to a concert. I honestly thought that. I would put money into the guys hand, get a ticket, give that to some other guy, walk three steps, some dude would feel me up nice and gentle as to make sure that I was not packing any weapons and I would be let into the concert. But rather I entered a tabernacle for the teenage females of our age. I provided correct currency as to be allowed access into the most holy shrine, I brought the sacrifice to the priest, and then made sure that I was pure for entering the temple. So here I was with my dowery offered and my circumcision verified and then allowed to enter into the temple, the temple of Chris Corrabba, under the assumed godhead Dashboard Confessional. We awaited the appearing and at his magnificent manifestation the crowd stood in awe and complete joy to be sharing the same smoke filled air with the object of their affection, desire, lust, deification. They screamed and offered up praises; they worshiped the stage on which he stood. He was the beginning and the end; at his high notes the world trembled, at his screams the ground shook. Fourteen year old girls were shown god in the flesh and were awestruck by angelic beauty... no not angelic, his voice commanded the angels, at his voice the angels wept in unison with he as they mourned their youthful failed relationships. I saw little girls tonight worship a man who will soon die. I watched them pledge their love and hearts to a man who they will never speak with, a man whos voice they will never hear other than when filtered through the microphone. I watched them praise him and I felt the ground shake with their screams. I saw their bodies move and heard their voices crack. These are our new golden calves, these are our new babel towers, these are our wood, hay and stubble, and inside I wept in sadness, knowing that in justice and righteousness the Jealous One, may soon drop the match. Turn from this emptiness children... lets go home.

introduction: in second part

i don't claim to understand Nietzsche. He's confusing. His image of the madman on the street corner has stuck with me though.
There is something ironic, tragic, and sobering about someone who has something so profound to say, provides such a strong indictment on his culture, and is so passionate about his message that he screams it from the streets... and no one hears him.
This blog intends (in no where near as profound a sense) to be observations, critiques, and musing on the current culture, trends, and oddities of daily life as I experience it. The madman fits because... well... we'll see if anyone hears. Either way, I will scream from my proverbial street corner.
I am not a prophet and I don't pretend to have anything to say that will change the world forever. I do hope to provide some entertainment and be thought provoking if at all possible... we'll see.
Clarification: God is not dead. I am an evangelical Protestant and this blog will reflect those convictions. Nietzsche intended to explain that human advancement had caused man to forget about God creating a spiral into nihilism. He was warning people to take notice of where they were heading... you know what just read about it on wikipedia.*

The Wikipedians provide very helpful insight if you want more explanation on "death of God" theology or Nietzsche's madman in his writings: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God_is_dead

this is the final boring blog I will post. I promise.

*i'm not a big fan of wikipedia. But i'm tired of doing research and this section seemed to be well informed as far as I can tell.

Nietzsche’s Madman

A
Powder
Packed
Pistol
Pointed
high in the air
a violent crack
for all to hear
the
Prophet
Poised to
Present the
Public
Plea
"hear me, hear me..."
at the city corner he cries
as on deaf ears,
each word lies
"our
Purity
Perverted by
Progress and
Pride
we are the guilty ones...
God has died!"