tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21272313185567587012024-03-14T01:49:07.761-07:00Mormon MidrashimJames Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.comBlogger328125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-50777752107955676592021-04-18T17:00:00.002-07:002021-04-18T17:00:53.291-07:00Stewardship TodayFor Sunday school today, Nicole I decided to skip ahead a week to cover Doctrine & Covenants 42. It's the section people in Kirtland called "The Law": we wanted to make sure to cover it because it was such a big deal for them. <div><br /></div><div>We talked about the moral, economic, and spiritual passages of the section as examples of the principle of stewardship. If our relationships, our property, and even our spiritual gifts are trusts from God, what does it mean to be good stewards over them? </div><div><br /></div><div>Then we asked the class if there are parts of our lives that are different from the Kirtland Saints' that we might think about as stewardships. <br /><br />Got some really interesting answers. One class member talked about how relatively few of us farm now, and shared what it had felt like for her to see her job as a stewardship to God. <br /><br />Another class member brought up retirement. Improvements in health and structures for saving over the past two centuries have given millions of people the opportunity to stop working for an extended period of their lives. He talked about what it is meant to him to view his retirement years as a trust from God to serve others. <br /><br />We mentioned other aspects of life. How we are stewards now over the technology in our lives. How we have more tools for thinking about how to be good stewards over the environment. And it just really moves me to see people thinking in terms of what they can do to use the resources and skills and knowledge around them to serve. <br /><br />That mindset of consecration is good religion. We can't do everything, but I love to watch people think about what they can do in their sphere. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-77580507507060341402020-07-24T11:15:00.001-07:002020-07-24T11:15:27.077-07:00Song of Names Release and ReflectionsHistory is made up of three things: <br /> -what happened
<br />-what evidence got left
<br />-how we choose to tell the story
<br /><br /> We would love to get at what happened. But the "what got left" step often gets in the way. The records and monuments that are produced and preserved lean heavily toward telling us what people with power thought of things. Everybody else often gets left way out on their peripheral vision: what happened is as often between as in the lines. <br /><br /> So when we go back to choose how to tell a story, we stand on the shoulders of past bias. It's a lot of extra work to try and tell a story from a different point of view than the ones our records most value. Trust me: I've spent hour after hour just trying to track down the full names of women mentioned in passing, just so that I can write a sentence where they get to be the subject and not just somebody's wife, sister, or ward member. <br /><br /> In Mormon history, the sources tell us a lot more about leaders and missionaries than members of the Church. Ardis Parshall <a href="http://www.keepapitchinin.org/2015/05/15/she-shall-be-an-ensign-women-as-actors-in-church-history/">once looked at the indexes</a> of three Mormon histories, published in 1970, 1992, and 2005, and tallied the percent of people mentioned who are female. She found that we've been getting a little better over time:
<br />1970 index: 7% female
<br />1992 index: 8.7% female
<br />2005 index: 15% female <br /><br /> This stuff matters. This stuff matter because the stories we tell set our unconscious associations and expectations. And those expectations become the baseline for our plans.If we don't tell stories about a given group of people, no one thinks to take those people into account in their imagination. And we build a world planned for a too-narrow slice of humanity.
<br /><br /> A few years ago, Ardis and I started writing a book together. An ambitious book, that would combine history and poetry to give people a viewed of Mormon history through individual lives as varied as stained glass. We wanted to take the extra research steps and writing steps to get at pieces of the past left out past the edges of our collective memory. <br /><br /> We wrote a book that focuses more or less equally on men and women. That features people from different racial and cultural backgrounds, making their homes in different places. That honors people who lived with different levels of wealth, with different levels of mental health. We did our best to find and sing forgotten names. <br /><br /> We're officially releasing <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08DBZMX52">Song of Names: A Mormon Mosaic</a></i> today. We'll have a <a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/song-of-names-39617443">Zoom party</a> tonight. But last night, Ardis and I agreed that the most important legacy will be if this helps show other people that this can be done. That the barriers of how our stories have been told in the past don't need to forever dictate how we get at what actually happened, and that there is enough material out there for us to choose to remember our history and heritage in different and better ways. <br />
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<br />James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-44328360212031614332020-05-12T10:30:00.000-07:002020-05-12T10:30:34.889-07:00Why I Hate White Jesus<i>At the end of last year, I wanted to enter the Eugene England Memorial Personal Essay contest. I had ideas for three different interesting pieces I could write...and then scrapped them all and wrote something more raw instead. </i><br />
<i><br />I don't publish this essay lightly now. I don't want to come across as being needlessly critical. </i><i>In January, though, I shared part of this essay at a reading at Writ & Vision in Provo. People who were there have been reaching out to me periodically since: after the reveal of a new Church logo, after a recent press release announcing that 14 approved paintings depicting Jesus will replace all bulletin boards and other signs of community in meetinghouse foyers. Mine is just one perspective, of course, but I do think that in our rush to emphasize Jesus we may have missed some things. </i><br />
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<b>Why I Hate White Jesus</b><br />
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I tried to pay attention during General Conference in October. I’d just switched jobs and I was thinking about my life’s path, wondering where I might fit into this great song of a world—and I could’ve used one of those experiences people talk about where a word or phrase jumps out to you and for an instant you feel as if a speaker were inspired specifically for your sake. I couldn’t do it, though. Barely heard half the words at all because of the way my body tensed and my concentration scattered almost every time they put a painting of Jesus up on the screen. I swear they’re doing that more and more lately. Swear they’re trying harder to hold our attention with image after image, all too often of a softly lit Jesus with white skin and light brown shampoo commercial hair and impossibly clean clothes.<br />
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I hate him. I hate white Jesus.<br />
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I didn’t always. I used to be able to look at those paintings more or less unmoved and shrug white Jesus away. But I couldn’t this October. Couldn’t separate medium from message, couldn’t intellectualize, couldn’t forgive people for depicting the divine without examining their assumptions. And so I sat in my hate, stewed in my hate, stayed stuck in my hate long after the weekend was done.<br />
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I have wallowed in my hate now, turning it over in my gut and in the back of my mind, and I am beginning to suspect that the only way out (if there is such a thing) is going to be through. I will not be offended if you turn back now. But if you’d like to wade with me, I plan to count and catalogue and measure my hate on the off chance there is something worth finding on the other side.<br />
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I have skin in this game.<br />
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I am an heir of my grandfathers’ Semitic and Sikh features: deep-set eyes, a signature nose, a cast of melanin in the cells that makes my complexion olive and my hair black. My grandmothers’ ancestry stretches back through ships like the Mayflower to the northwestern European peoples who called themselves white after reaching America, but four centuries later I still get compliments on how well I speak English.<br />
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I have skin in this game. And in America, the rules of the game are still so tied up with one’s skin. Not officially. Officially we are all to be treated equally. Officially this is a land of opportunity, where your contributions to the future matter more than whatever connotations of the past may be carved into your phenotype. But however strongly most Americans embrace that ideal, the reality remains that our perceptions frame our actions and those perceptions are deeply inflected by race.<br />
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Sorry. I’m slipping into theory. I’m using long Latin-based words to push my thoughts safely up out of my chest and into my brain. I’m just trying to explain what my life feels like.<br />
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Let me try again. Think of a movie. In a movie, you’re not watching every event that happens in the story. Like: if someone’s making breakfast, you don’t have to watch them cook in real time. Instead, at any given time, you’re only watching one shot. Maybe a tired face. Then hands breaking an egg into a pan. Then a person sitting down at the table with an omelet. Your mind fills in the rest. <br />
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In the process, your mind also adds meaning to each moment. Imagine a shot that is just an actor’s face, looking blank and expressionless. How is that possibly interesting? Film works, as some brilliant Soviet directors in the 1920s realized, because we see everything through the lens of our memories. Insert the shot of the actor’s blank face into a comedy and it can become a hilarious deadpan reaction. But put it in a drama, put a piece of tragic news right before that very same shot and the blank, expressionless face will feel stunned and overwhelmed. When you’re watching the movie, though—and this is the vital point—it doesn’t feel like you’re cobbling the pieces together detective-style to make meaning. It feels like the face itself is deadpan. Or like the face itself is stunned. Our minds at once do us the favor and play the trick of merging associations and experience together instantly.<br />
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We all live, every day, in the middle of other people’s movies. Living in America as a person not perceived as white is difficult because every shot of you is framed by the most emotionally powerful associations people have with bodies like yours. Strangers. Foreigners. Criminals. Rapists. Terrorists. They don’t typically think about that. You probably don’t think about it in the moment either. But it’s there, always, just like the great Soviet directors of the 1920s said it would be.<br />
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I don’t know how much people’s responses to me are based the color of my skin versus the content of my character. The content of my character is, admittedly, potentially a pain all by itself. I can be open, direct, and passionate in ways that may be discomfiting. I am strong-willed well past the point where that virtue veers off into fault. If I find, as I regularly do, that people perceive me as a threat it is entirely explicable if my brashness is to blame.<br />
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But I can’t close race out of the picture, because I’ve been treated as a threat in circumstances where my personality wasn’t involved at all. People didn’t call the police on me the time I was picking up discarded roof shingles from a family friend’s yard because I was brash. They did it because I’m brown. They did it because in their movie, men with my face are bad, scary guys. With that context, any unexplained scene with me is also potentially scary. That’s been true, in my not-so-limited experience with police, whether I was shooting hoops on my own at a park in the summer or walking down the street or, heaven forbid, dropping off a car at the elementary school where my mom worked and walking away.<br />
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I don’t mean any specific disrespect for the police who have stopped and questioned and waited around to watch me. As often as not, police have acted because someone called them. And I can guess why people have called them because I know what people have called me. It’s not just the middle school bully who passed out racial slurs like candy. Sometimes it’s the middle school friend’s sister, who told their mom I was a scary drug dealer and got me banned from a house I had never set foot in. Sometimes it’s the well-meaning members of wards where I’m new who ask me for what they assume will be a dramatic and exotic conversion story. One pulse-quickening time it was the missionaries walking back from the Provo temple toward the MTC who saw me passing by and shouted “Hey Osama!” from across the street while I hurried away.<br />
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It’s not just police. The same associations that have led to people calling me Osama are the associations that shape their attitudes about when the force of the state should be used. The same perceptions that motivated calls to the police have shaped parents’ attitude toward whether I should be allowed to come over and hang out with their son or how they felt about me hanging around their daughter.<br />
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We all live in other people’s movies. Images matter. Associations matter. People are wired by the raw montage of a culture to code assumed meaning onto bodies at a glance. To code certain human bodies as familiar, safe, trustworthy and other human bodies as foreign, dangerous, suspect. You don’t mean to do this, you may not want to do this, but it’s almost impossible not to. You can’t eat a diet of junk food and expect to stay thin. You can’t consume a culture full of racially charged images and expect not to become at least a little bit racist. You can’t expect to fill a nation with 24/7 fear of radical Islamic terrorists and not expect some people to murder American Sikhs.<br />
I understand that. I understand why a person might drive by on September 15, 2001 and a shoot a turbaned gas station owner named Balbir Singh Sodhi. I understand why the soldiers in Salt Lake airport that Thanksgiving, presumably as pre-Olympic security, seemed to watch every step I took until I left the building. I know people make choices. People make choices and will be accountable for their sins. But people are also trapped in frames of reference and associations they do not control.<br />
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I understand that even as I resent it. I can observe it and intellectualize it even as I know that I will have to exist in a culture where black-haired, darker-skinned people are plotting against you and attacking your country and taking your jobs and ruining the intangible comfort of homogeneity in your neighborhoods. A world in which I never know whether a person feels like I want to take their job at work because people are naturally territorial or because that instinct is amplified when the perceived intruder codes as aggressively foreign.<br />
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When I was in high school, a team of researchers worked with a bunch of 1st century Galilean skulls in an attempt to reconstruct what the average man in Galilee from the time of Jesus looked like. They hired a forensic artistic to create a digital image of a living face, filling in details on things like hair length and skin tone from other evidence from the era and region. The <i>Columbus Dispatch</i>, which we faithfully skimmed in my household, shared the project with some kind of proto-clickbait title about revealing what Jesus actually looked like. My dad loved the picture. He said it looked like me.<br />
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An editorial later that week criticized the image. The writer correctly pointed out that a composite of Galilean skulls mixed with an artist’s informed speculation doesn’t give us hard evidence of what Jesus as a historical individual looked like. The writer then asked what possible, probably anti-religious motives there might be in portraying such a revered figure as Jesus as such a brutish Neanderthal.<br />
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I can still remember the first time I wanted to punch Jesus.<br />
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It was in the spring of 2006. I had just moved to Utah. The previous fall, while I was visiting my sister in Provo, a woman in her 70s had approached me in the canned goods aisle of Day’s Market and effused about my striking profile. I was used to my appearance catching American eyes, of course, but not quite in that way. Carma De Jong Anderson was different. She refused to let me buy the black beans in my hand until I had agreed to let her drag me to the LDS Motion Picture Studio. Once I moved to Utah, Carma also shared my contact information with every painter she knew who had done Biblical work.<br />
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I felt like I had a certain moral obligation to do modeling work for painters who called me. I hoped that by getting my Semitic-Sikh face into religious art, I might subtly move the needle of white Latter-day Saints’ subconscious associations. Practically, my meager efforts to find my way from appointment to appointment sometimes felt like spitting in the wind but maybe, just maybe, if a missionary saw my face in a temple painting, “Osama” wouldn’t be the first word that sprang to his mind when he walked out and saw me on the street. Failing that, they at least got me a beard card while I waded through the six months of education I would be getting at BYU to finish my undergrad.<br />
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One day, I got a call from a painter named Jon McNaughton. At the time, he had a small shop in the mall where he mostly sold landscapes but he liked to do scenes from scripture as well. He wanted me to model as Simon of Cyrene on what happened to be the first day of spring term classes. He would be painting out in one of those bedroom communities on the far side of Utah Lake.<br />
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I didn’t have a car at the time, and buses didn’t go to the places where people fled when they thought Provo had a problem with population density. Jon offered me a ride. I worried just a little about being trapped, but he promised he would get me back in time for my religion class. On the drive, he told me he had always wanted to learn to paint like Rembrandt and admitted that he disliked universities like BYU for valuing abstract concept over craft, abstraction over reality. He told me about the great Jesus model he had and how excited he was for this painting.<br />
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A little after we got back to Jon’s house, his Jesus model arrived. He had a Norwegian shipbuilder sort of look. The strong build Mormons borrowed sometime after the late 19th century rise of what historians call “muscular Christianity.” He almost did a double take when he saw me. For some reason, he found me instantly amusing. “Hey Jon,” he said, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “You should just do a portrait of us and call it ‘Jesus and Osama.’”<br />
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I know he didn’t know what he was saying. I know he wasn’t haunted, like I am, by the image of red blood against the blue of Balbir Singh Sodhi’s turban. I didn’t hit him. I didn’t lash out verbally because I know I need to be so careful about how I speak and how I present myself because I will be perceived so quickly as not simply annoyed, but aggressive. Threatening at a visceral, reactive level. I weighed the risks of speaking at all: would I be able to help him see something or risk running into more thoughtlessly offensive comments until I got myself into trouble?<br />
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I bit my tongue. When Jon McNaughton took us to the room where he’d set up the scene, I knelt to take up the cross. Carrying white Jesus’ burden.<br />
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How do you forgive people for existing within history?<br />
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It is all happening like the prophets said. People look on the outward appearance. Their mouths speak great swelling words, having men’s persons in admiration because of advantage. They despise the stranger and they grind the faces of the poor.<br />
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They trust in their flesh. They make themselves images.<br />
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How can you let all that go and treat someone as if they are clean from the sins of the generation?<br />
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Let me pause. Let me be clear. I don’t hate the actual, historical Jesus who walked and talked and dreamed and sweated his way around Galilee and wrestled somehow with the cosmos just before being executed in Jerusalem. I don’t hate the Jesus of the gospels, that figure translated from a mosaic of memories into the powerful stories disciples told and wrote and passed down. I need Jesus. I look to Jesus. I cling to Jesus when I feel as if I will sink and drown in the currents of a broken and racist history or the culture left in its wake.<br />
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I’m not even a full-fledged iconoclast who believes that all images of the divine fall so short as to be incompatible with worship.<br />
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I don’t mind different depictions of Jesus. The early art that showed Christ in the image of a fish or an anchor. The later art that depicted him through human metaphors: a youthful shepherd tending his flock, a prophet buried in the belly of a whale. I don’t even mind the first paintings that portrayed Christ with long hair and beard that might have been borrowed from depictions of Zeus, or the 10th century paintings of a Chinese Jesus in temples along the Silk Road, or the emaciated Florentine and Flemish and Bavarian figures in those cultures’ paintings during times when European models were all most painters had and Europeans features the only ones they knew.<br />
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I wouldn’t mind an occasional white Jesus today if he appeared in my faith alongside images of a black Jesus, a Latin-looking Jesus, perhaps even an occasional Jesus who actually looks like he comes from first-century Galilee despite an discomfort people might feel with a man who looks like Osama bin Laden.<br />
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No, I don’t expect or need the Jesus of art to always be based on the patterns of contemporary Galilean skulls or modeled on the famous Fayum portraits. I can accept depictions of Jesus taking many forms. I respect the longing to make the divine familiar. But we cross a line when we imply that the familiar is the only form of the divine.<br />
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When did Florentine and Flemish and Bavarian become white? The answer, ironically, has something to do with Jesus.<br />
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In the early history of the Americas, landholders justified the practice of slavery by appeal to the heathen status of kidnapped Africans. They accepted, back then, that Christians could do better than holding each other in open bondage—but made an exception for infidels.<br />
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By the time missionaries began teaching enslaved African men and women, it was far too late economically for the practice of slavery to change. The notion of whiteness began appearing in law codes instead, a new and necessary distinction between enslaved converts and the men of various European backgrounds who called themselves both Christians and masters.<br />
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The Jesus I hate is a Jesus made white and kept white long after white stopped being a skin tone and started serving as a legal status.<br />
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Hate is a strong word. But think of Esau. First born, preferred by the patriarch, strong and athletic. And the Bible says God hated him.<br />
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Hate is a strong word. And I need strength. Please.<br />
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I need some strength against the whiteness of the world I was born into.<br />
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I told you I didn’t used to hate white Jesus. I learned to hate him when I realized how much we worship him. How much we honor the impossibly clean clothes, the shampoo commercial hair, the white skin.<br />
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I hate him when I watch people bend over backwards to accommodate respectable white men while they criticize every word, action, and decision a brown person makes in this country before he or she is crucified.<br />
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Forgive them, Father, Lauryn Hill sings from my phone on repeat, for they know not what they do. James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-3882918935577217422020-04-10T20:42:00.002-07:002020-04-12T20:49:04.289-07:00On the Ministering of AngelsI'm looking out my window on the very quiet streets. It's a Friday. For Jews, the Sabbath is settling over homes celebrating Passover, that ancient time warp of a holiday that places participants back into a tense Egyptian night, awaiting deliverance or destruction. For many Christians, it's Good Friday: a time warp back to the long afternoon when Roman soldiers crucified Jesus on a lonely hill outside the sacred city.<br />
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There is a virus circulating the small planet we share now. I'm no expert, so I rely on the simplest of mathematical models to imagine what might happen. If the new virus turns out to have the same mortality rate as the flu but spreads to 70% of the world population, as is thoroughly possible when no one starts with immunity, 5 million people will die. No one is sure whether the mortality rate is that low.<br />
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So we sit, looking at screens or out windows on this time warp of a night. Hoping to do our part so that the virus won't spread too quickly, so that hospitals don't grow too overcrowded, so that the fewest possible number of people in our communities have to get sick and struggle for air. So that the fewest possible number of people have to die without a loved one there whose hand they can hold.<br />
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It's that last part that gets to me most. People will always suffer, one way or another. Everyone is going to die. I don't mind that. It seems (most of the time) like a fair price for the privilege of knowing each other, of growing close to each other against the backdrop of this life's struggles. But taking away the comfort of human touch does seem like a high price to pay, even weighed against the clear need to slow viral transmission.<br />
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Rosalynde Frandsen Welch wrote last weekend about the particular problem the lack of touch plays in religious communities, including among Latter-day Saints. In times of sickness and sorrow, we long for the familiar warmth and weight of hands on the head in blessing. It's not a small thing to lose that. Going into the hospital is hard. I believe in hospitals, but I've spent enough time in them to have some sense how hard and disorienting it can be.<br />
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The loss of comfort and support in the hospital can have real and lasting consequences. Sam Brown, a careful Latter-day Saint thinker who works in hospital ICUs, has written about the psychological and emotional scars the kind of healing he does professionally can leave, and the health consequences that come when people can barely stand to drive in front of a hospital long after physical recovery.<br />
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We need to do all that we can do for those in need of comfort. It's our covenant. And it's not a small thing.<br />
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Last weekend, as she talked about the problem, Rosalynde wrote about a the story of the centurion and his servant in Luke 7 and Matthew 8, where the centurion says Jesus doesn't need to come to perform a healing because leaders can act by giving commands. In response, an artist named Daniel Bartholomew speculated about whether unseen spirits might have carried out the command.<br />
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As a young man, I was taught from the Doctrine & Covenants about how the Aaronic Priesthood holds the key of the ministering of angels. It's a huge statement, but not one we really did anything with. The notion of ministering angels appear all over the Book of Mormon, though. Even Book of Omni, probably written on plates that were running out of space, takes time to tell us to believe in the ministering of angels. And when it comes to taking care of the world of the dead, we do. We tell all kinds of stories about ancestors searching for us, helping us find names.<br />
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Right now, though, we also need them to care for the needs of the living. We need to pray for them to be sent to bless the patients in hospitals--and the people getting lost in their own anxiety and despair as they sit at home. We need young men to think about how to turn the key and call them down to bless and protect their elders in this hour of need.<br />
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We need angels from the heavenly host to attend every quiet graveside service attended only by immediate family members, robbed even of the chance to safely embrace each other. We need the angels to speak their Holy Ghost tongue and whisper a mourners' prayer.<br />
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About two thousand years and perhaps a night ago, Jesus left after his Passover meal and went out into a garden. He felt very heavy, a weight of bewildering pain and sorrow crashing down on him, crushing against him. He didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to be alone, but though the closest disciples were willing, their flesh was weak. Flesh has always been so weak.<br />
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So an angel came, strengthening him.<br />
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May they come, in an hour of need, to us all.James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-5792853630527091542020-04-07T15:54:00.003-07:002020-04-07T15:54:56.044-07:00Big NewsIt's been a wild month for me and today feels like a very big day.<br />
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Let me back up. About six months ago, I took a job managing the editorial department at an educational publisher focused. They were interested in my mix of experience in writing and history, as well as my multicultural sensibilities. I was excited about the opportunity to help children get a more complete and nuanced picture of social studies.<br />
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I got to really like the members of my department and others at the company as we worked toward that vision and got some cool things accomplished, though. As the current pandemic really hit the US, though, they decided to reorganize my department into another. I was out of a job.<br />
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Since then, I've been thinking a lot about what might come next. While I'm still looking for a regular job, Nicole and I also did some math about what we need and have felt like maybe it's time now to see if my long-term dream (which has always felt kind of impossible) could actually happen.<br />
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For 14 years, my driving passion has been to write challenging, sophisticated literature that speaks deeply to my religious community. I've gotten really good at it as a playwright, poet, essayist, blogger, novelist, history writer, screenwriter, literary translator, and creative midwife for others. As readers of this blog have noticed, though, it's gotten tough to squeeze in as much writing as I'd like between so many other obligations.<br />
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My books have sold quite well by the standards of niche-work-about-a-small-minority-community-rarely-covered-on-college-syllabi. The odds of selling enough books to literary-minded Latter-day Saints to survive off royalties, though, are extremely low.<br />
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Losing my job made me take a serious look at another model. On the website Patreon, people make monthly pledges to support artists they appreciate, subscribing to their work. I decided to create <a href="http://patreon.com/user?u=32950329">a Patreon page for my own work</a>.<br />
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It feels like a good model for someone whose work means a lot to a relatively small audience. Support from as many patrons as they are people in a ward would be enough (with Nicole's income from teaching and a little side work from me), I could focus most of my time on creative writing.<br />
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That's a big deal. In two centuries, one of the main barriers to Latter-day Saints having "Shakespeares of our own" like Orson F. Whitney longed for way back in 1888 is that we're not organized well to economically support them.<br />
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It's outside my comfort zone to try and organize funding, but I feel like this is the right moment in my life to at least try. If you're appreciated my work (and are fortunate enough to have some stable income yourself), I hope you'll <a href="http://patreon.com/user?u=32950329">consider pledging</a>.James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-59959888938486266892020-01-26T20:50:00.002-08:002020-01-26T20:50:29.986-08:00Reading at Writ & Vision ThursdayI'm going to be doing a reading at Writ & Vision in downtown Provo at 7 pm this Thursday.<br />
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I'm excited: I love to read my work, but I don't actually do so very often. And I have never before attempted to do a retrospective covering <a href="https://www.goldbergish.com/#/books/">all five of my books</a> plus work from four more that are currently in various states of production.<br />
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It's going to be a wild ride.<br />
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I'm still messing around with different structures for linking the different pieces I'll read together. I've played with a chronological approach, reflecting on 14 years as a very Mormon writer. I've played with a thematic approach, going through different things I think literature can do and giving examples. I tried one system my brother called "group therapy for our colonized self-shame." I've thought about just lining up the books like a buffet and doing a taste of the recently published, the "classics," and then closing with the sneak peaks.<br />
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As I was driving him home tonight, my brother suggested maybe taking passages from "<a href="https://mormonartist.net/pdf/issueC1/issueC1teancum.pdf">Tales of Teancum Singh Rosenberg</a>" (my short story in the forms of fictional folktales which is also sort of a speculative, fantastical autobiography) and then reading other works that expand on the themes. That would be a trip. I think I might do it.<br />
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Anyway, I hope you can come and I promise I'll do my best to help somebody laugh (in case they need to laugh) and somebody cry (in case they need to cry) and leave everybody seeing the world just a little bit differently because that's one thing I'm quite sure we all could use some literature to do.<br />
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-JamesJames Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-55669601502748379102019-12-17T22:04:00.001-08:002019-12-18T18:59:28.585-08:00On the Church's Investment AccountsThe <i>Washington Post</i> recently broke a story that a Church holding company, Ensign Peak Advisors, is allegedly holding more than twice as many assets as Harvard University's endowment fund. The story broke because there may be tax implications: there is mixed historical precedent over whether an organization such as Ensign Peak can qualify for its tax exemption by virtue of its alignment with the Church, which has a religious purpose granted special status under US tax law. There may be a related arcane legal debate: can saving for a future theological vision constitute a religious purpose on its own?<br />
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These questions, however, are not the reason anyone outside of tax law is interested in the story. People are interested in the story because wealth is fascinating and fraught. It is doubly fascinating and fraught when mixed with religion, and triply so when a concentration of wealth comes in a group outside the cultural mainstream. The Church's finances, made all the more alluring by the shroud of secrecy around them, make juicy gossip. Mix that basic instinct with the respectability that comes with philosophizing or moralizing about what should or should not be and it will be very hard for many people--myself apparently included--to resist the temptation to say something.<br />
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And so say something I shall. Maybe three things. What I think as a tithe-payer, what I think as an armchair philosopher, and what I think as a person with a deeply Mormon imagination.<br />
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<b>My View as a Tithe-Payer</b><br />
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One angle on this story is to ask what a person who contributes 10% of their income to the Church might think about the Church's financial practices. I've seen people ask: if you were a stockholder in a company with reserves of that size, how would you react? If you had sent money to a charity only to learn it already had such a large reserve, how would you react?<br />
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I've paid tithing faithfully all my life. I can't answer those last two questions, though, because neither applies to tithing as I have always understood it. I don't see myself as a stockholder in the corporation of the Church. I don't see myself as a donor to a charity. I mean, I get that the money goes somewhere, but for me, the existence of any Church-related corporate structures has essentially nothing to do with tithing.<br />
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I don't pay tithing for the Church. I pay tithing, like Jacob in Genesis 28, as a spiritual practice. I pay because I believe it's good for me to mark my relationship with God by giving away a tenth of all I'm given. A symbolic returning. A confession.<br />
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If the Church disappeared tomorrow, I would still believe in giving up a tenth. And I don't mean just as a target contribution to society. If it came to it, I believe it would have spiritual value--and yes, I've thought about this before--to pile one tenth of my income on a stone altar and burn it.<br />
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I would watch the smoke rise heavenward. And it would be worth every dollar to be reminded that money creates only an illusion of control. To enact my understanding of our fundamental vulnerability to the universe. To embody my trust in a God behind it all.<br />
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Look: I'm not saying I want Church leaders to act like Samuel's corrupt sons in the Bible or anything. But even if they did: that's on them. I wouldn't feel like they'd conned me by telling me the stories of the long-ago nomads who had visions and started this whole thing. My tithing is not about the conduct of bureaucrats in suits. It's an old secret between me and Jacob's God.<br />
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<b>My View as An Armchair Philosopher</b><br />
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It's not just the mystic in me who is drawn to the hypothetical image of burning dollar bills. The armchair philosopher, who runs a bit revolutionary, is intrigued by the idea too. Money as we know it is, after all, some strange sociology. What makes these scraps of paper in the pocket, or a certain pattern of ones and zeros in a screen, so horrifically potent anyway? Maybe the occasional cash fire would do us some good. Put things in perspective.<br />
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No, the armchair philosopher in me is more interested in the grey area between sacrifice and barbecue. What made the ancient Israelites decide that some of their sacrifices should go up entirely in flames, while some sacrificial meat was set aside for priests and some shared among the people?<br />
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On a practical level, I totally get it. If you're going to sacrifice animals, you might as well cook them sometimes. It can feel nice to eat with the group. Hungry bellies can be filled. And even having priests fed by the sacrificial meat and not by raising all their own food frees them up to do priestly things. Surely the value of shared meals and a specialized civic class offset the risks of gluttony or corruption.<br />
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And yet....what if the barbecue ends up messing up the sacrifice? After all, once it's a barbecue you'll always have to wonder whether it's God who wants the fire or if a priest is just hungry. And once you're counting priests or parishioners, there will be the risk that you start to feel like it's the size of the sacrifice not the fact of the sacrifice that matters. That throwing a bigger barbecue is the real point.<br />
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It sure feels like a point. To see you're bringing people together. To fill grumbling bellies. Why shouldn't you count them? It sure feels like a point.<br />
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You are a provider. That's your job. And it's the job of the priests, or else of the community at large, to ensure that the barbecue is well-organized with no cutting in line and feeding people with maximum efficiency.<br />
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What's vulnerability got to do with it?<br />
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<b>My View from a Mormon Imagination</b><br />
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What does vulnerability have to do with it?<br />
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If as a tithe-payer, I focus on my own fundamental vulnerability, my own absolute decision to place myself under the mercy and the majesty of the nomads' God, as a Mormon I can't help but wonder how that plays out at the level of the kingdom.<br />
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My tithing may not be my money anymore once it's left my hands, but I still kind wonder what the Church--not as corporation, but as kingdom of the Prince-in-exile, does with it. Some of those questions are evergreen: when does not expense fall under the same ritual category as Christ's funeral ointment and when should it be saved for the poor? Like: are the pews I sit on, or the weird carpet on the walls, a justified expense? Or are those things just the cultural reflex of a people without greater openness to light and knowledge?<br />
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Some of the question saved tithing funds raise for me, though, are quite historically and eschatologically specific. I'll be honest: when I hear about the Church's assets, I kinda wonder if that money means the fulness of the Gentiles has come. That is: I wonder if God wants money gathered from the more affluent northern nations of the world like the Egyptians' jewelry, transferred over to the remnant of Jacob as the global Church shifts its gradely steadily (perhaps prophetically!) south.<br />
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And that's just one sign of what will come before the end. We can measure the changing seasons but we don't see the signs of the times. Is this endowment intended for us to grapple with the growing consequences of climate change for vulnerable members in the years to come? Has anything in our historical experience prepared us to calculate what we'll need in a future where human excess has caused the elements to melt with fervent heat?<br />
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Look. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe Ensign Peak Advisors is just a bunch of middle-class Americans in ties. Or, more charitably, a bunch of children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren of people who saw the Church pressed to its financial limits by events ranging from its postwar expansion to the pressures of the Raid and US government seizure of assets.<br />
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And yet: I can't help but wonder if there's more going on with the corporate entities associated with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints because I have more than a corporate imagination. More on my mind than the relative sizes of Harvard and the Church's reserves and outlays, the tax traditions of how one might measure a year's balance sheet against a broad scope of mission.<br />
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Maybe the Church is holding onto too much money out of corruption or out of past conditioning. Or maybe the Church is holding onto a thoroughly reasonable amount of money relative to the tasks it will undertake in the next generation and only the shortness of American accounting gives us pause.<br />
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I don't know. It's not money, even though a bit of it was once my tithing.<br />
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Left to my own devices, I might've burned through it years ago.<br />
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<br />James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-29820701581027796422019-04-21T13:15:00.000-07:002019-04-21T13:15:05.547-07:00Easter reflectionsThree people in my tiny sphere of experience died unexpectedly this last week. <br /><br />The first was my grandfather-in-law, <a href="https://memorials.nelsonmortuary.com/mccoy-christensen/3806729/index.php">McCoy Christensen</a>. He died Sunday, a day after having a stroke while walking laps in the Orem Rec Center pool, where he was a regular. At age 94, his passing maybe shouldn't have surprised us. But it did. Partly because he was in such great physical and mental condition. Partly because he was still making so plans for future: trips to go on, books to read, stories to record. But mostly, I think because he'd been such a steady and steadying presence in so many of our lives. A few days after he died, I was talking with my brother-in-law, who said it's still hard to imagine birthdays and holidays and other family gatherings without him.<br /><br />Grandpa Christensen was a WWII veteran, so when we buried him yesterday, a group of veterans and soldiers came to give him a final farewell with military honors. They fired off a salute, played a mournful rendition of "Taps," folded the flag on his casket and presented it to Grandma Christensen with a solemn thanks for his service.<br /><br />The second was my "uncle" (actually my mom's cousin's husband,) <a href="https://www.bakersfield.com/sports/bvarsity/smith-remembered-as-former-prep-standout-all-around-loving-man/article_6b8fd12a-6153-11e9-bb13-274e057cd064.html">Will Smith</a>. He was 53 when he died of a heart attack on Monday. On Facebook for the past while, I've been watching Uncle Will, a former coach, cheer his son through his college baseball career. My mind, though, has never caught up to the Will Smith with adult kids, since the cool young uncle he was when I was a kid still looms so large in my mind.<br /><br />I remember, on one trip to Bakersfield to visit family, we went to this big maze. The details are hazy: I remember towers you could climb to get a sense of where to go, which was hard to track once you got down into the tall wooden walls that blocked your view of everything--except, in a genius design element, just enough of a gap at that bottom to let you see the feet of people walking by you on the other side. <div>
<br />My brother and I begged to be on a team with Will when we split into teams. He let us lead the way enough, though, that we rushed ourselves lost again and again. I remember once, when we'd gotten ourselves stuck in yet another dead end, he just laughed and had us all slip under the bottom of the wall to get through to the other side. Maybe that was cheating, or maybe it was just another way of solving the problem. To my childhood self, it felt a little like magic.<br /><br />The third was a co-worker, Pradeep Beryl. We didn't work closely together, but would pass each other in the halls, chat quickly in the break room. He had an easy smile. People who worked with him more closely likely his combination of approachability and efficiency. <br /><br />He was the only other Indian in the Department: from Bangalore, a member of the Solomon family my grandpa knew well. I'd met different members of the family when they passed through town and stopped in to visit. He was 35--same age as me.<br /><br />Early last week, he went down to visit Zion's National Park. He'd gone on the hike up Angel's Landing. I've been up before myself--it's a beautiful, breathtaking hike with no shortage of scary parts with steep drop-offs. Pradeep must've slipped and fallen. We got word a few days later they'd found his body.<br /><br />I know people have been living and dying for millions of years, but it still feels so strange to have people there, and there, and then gone. Sometimes after a long life, sometimes in what feels like it should be life's middle, and sometimes still so early, with so much assumption of a future here on earth before them.<br /><br />It's Easter today. I can't see it now, can't prove it now, but I'm trying to hold on to the promise of this day. That the strangeness of death isn't the end of our stories together. That death is a wall the spirit finds a way to slip under--and that maybe just beyond, there are angels to catch us, a familiar face to thank us for our service, and so many people to see once again. </div>
James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-45150259985222952992018-12-22T15:47:00.002-08:002018-12-22T15:47:43.638-08:00Mormon Lit RecommendationsJust completed a <a href="https://twitter.com/JamesGoldberg/status/1074158153514668032">marathon Twitter thread</a> listing ten Mormon Lit reading recommendations. This list is neither ranked nor comprehensive: just ten books I like that I wanted to share.<br />
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As those who know me are well aware, I feel strongly that Mormons deserve to have literature that draws on the images of our own culture as much as any other group. At the same time, I'm a total perfectionist in my own work and have abnormally high aesthetic standards, so I'm not willing to celebrate books just for engaging with Mormonism. For me, a book has got to be a good experience while reading and serve some valuable purpose when I reflect back on it before I'm willing to make a recommendation.<br /><br />You can go to Twitter for the thoughts on what I liked about each of these, but here are the books:<br /><br /><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Third-Wheel-Peculiar-Stories-Mormon/dp/0998605239">Third Wheel </a></i>by Melissa Leilani Larson<br /><br /><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bound-Earth-Angela-Hallstrom/dp/0961496096">Bound on Earth</a> </i>by Angela Hallstrom<br />
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<i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Folk-Fringe-Orson-Scott-Card/dp/0312876637">Folk of the Fringe</a> </i>by Orson Scott Card<br /><br /><i><a href="https://gregkofford.com/collections/scott-hales/products/the-garden-of-enid-1">The Garden of Enid</a> </i>by Scott Hales<br />
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<i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Wandering-Realities-Mormonish-Short-Fiction/dp/0988323346">Wandering Realities</a> </i>by Steven Peck<br />
<br /><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Estampas-del-Libro-Morm%C3%B3n-Spanish-ebook/dp/B06XJXDQ52">Estampas del Libro de Mormón</a> </i>by Gabriel González Núñez<br />
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<i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Loving-Vigil-Keeping-Carla-Kelly/dp/1599558971">My Loving Vigil Keeping</a> </i>by Carla Kelly<br /><br />
<i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Messages-Water-Merrijane-Rice/dp/138725071X">Messages on the Water</a> </i>by Merrijane Rice<br />
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<i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/My-Parents-Married-Dare-Favorite/dp/1573451908">My Parents Married on a Dare</a> </i>by Carlfred Broderick<br />
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<i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Slumming-Kristen-D-Randle/dp/1440758379">Slumming</a> </i>by Kristen D. Randle<br /><br />I hope that somewhere in that list there's a title you haven't read and end up liking.James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-57819507621226690862018-09-24T08:19:00.001-07:002018-09-24T08:19:12.697-07:00Phoenix Song: An Introduction and Some ThanksI published my second collection of poetry last week. It's called <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Phoenix-Song-James-Goldberg/dp/1718007698" style="font-style: italic;">Phoenix Song</a>.<i> </i><br />
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I really like the cover. The designer, Emir Orucevic, did a great job coming up with imagery that lets you feel the ash even as you watch the phoenix rise.<br />
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I haven't figured out yet quite how to talk about the book, except to say in general terms that it matches the cover. I started writing the poems that later found their way into the collection in the fall of 2015, when I'd just gotten the diagnosis of a cancer relapse, and in the years since I've done some burning and rising and thought a lot about the process.<br /><br />The poems that came out of that vary a lot, though. Two of the book's ten sections are overtly about chemotherapy. There's also a section made up entirely of true stories from my own recent experience at Church as part of a ward. And there are some direct responses to recent events in terms of treatment of migrants, etc. But sometimes, to wrap my head around our reality, I had to bend it or transcend it: there's also a section of alternate histories, a section with a poem exploring each of the virtues listed in D&C 4, and several pieces right along the line between poem and prayer. <br /><br />I didn't draft an introduction or end notes to this book, which was a mistake. I owe thanks to a lot of people for this work. Of course, I owe a lot to my immediate and extended family, who helped me through the last few years, and to my wife, Nicole Wilkes Goldberg and brother, Mattathias Singh Goldberg Westwood, who helped review drafts and kept me company through the really boring publication prep part of the process.<br /><br />I also owe some specific thanks to members of the Mormon Lit community for giving me occasions to produce.<br />Eric (aka <a href="https://thmazing.blogspot.com/">Theric</a>) Jepson once invited me to do a simple devotional poem exchange, where we each came up with one piece to send to the other person. Mine was "Reach for Me." Theric also shared a call for submissions for a Jewish alternative history anthology. That project never came to fruition, but two really strong poems in this collection come from his willingness to think of me and pass on that challenge.<br />This May, <a href="http://apersonnamedeunice.blogspot.com/">Darlene Young</a> organized an event called "MoPoWriMo" (Mormon Poetry Writing Month) where a group of us committed to write a Mormon poem every day for a month. I think I made it to 27 out of 31...some of those were not great, but many others are included here. I doubt the collection would have come together without Darlene's challenge and organizational work.<br />And the closing poem comes from <a href="http://mormonmidrashim.blogspot.com/2015/05/dark-watch.html">my review</a> of William Morris's short story collection <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Watch-other-Mormon-American-stories-ebook/dp/B00WQHCCFG">Dark Watch and Other Mormon-American Stories</a>. </i>I don't normally resort to poetic imagery in book reviews , but William's work has helped call my generation of Mormon literary writers to a higher standard, so I'm kinda not surprised that happened.James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-20220309242616820982018-09-19T15:30:00.001-07:002018-09-19T15:30:49.160-07:00AshamnuIt's Yom Kippur. I've <a href="http://mormonmidrashim.blogspot.com/2009/09/ashamnu-isa-53-6.html">written here before</a> about the <i>ashamnu </i>prayer, a traditional prayer of confession for the day. Just went over it again and was struck by how much it means to me right now.<br /><br />One of the challenges of life in an era where we have so much access to information, so much capacity to weigh the consequences of sin, is to be able to do so without recoiling. To protect ourselves, we so often try to separate ourselves out and put them blame for the existence of injustice on some other group we do not belong to, in a self-deceiving attempt to avoid accountability.<br /><br />The ashamnu prayer calls us back: invites us to stand, instead, to account. We, as humans, sin. The religious and the irreligious. The liberal and conservative. The privileged and the marginalized. And perhaps we can only truly reckon with sin by facing it in humility together.<br /><br />
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We have sinned. We have dealt treacherously.<br /><br /><i>Gazalnu, Dibarnu dofi, He'evinu...</i><br />We have robbed. We have spoken slander. We have acted perversely. </div>
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We have done wrong. We have acted presumptuously.<br /><br /><i>Hamasnu, Tafalnu sheker...</i></div>
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We have done violence. We have practiced deceit.<br /><br /><i>Yaatsnu ra, Kizavnu, Latsnu...</i></div>
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We have counseled evil. We have spoken falsehood. We have scoffed.<br /><br /><i>Maradnu, Niatsnu, Sararnu...</i></div>
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We have revolted. We have blasphemed. We have rebelled.<br /><br /><i>Avinu, Pashanu...</i><br />We have committed iniquity. We have transgressed.<br /><br /><i>Tsararnu, Kishinu oref</i>...</div>
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We have oppressed. We have been stiff-necked.<br /><br /><i>Rashanu, Shichatnu, Tiavnu...</i><br />We have acted wickedly. We have dealt corruptly. We have committed abomination. </div>
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We have gone astray.<br /><br /><i>Titanu</i></div>
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O God of Israel, who led our ancestors out of Egypt and showed them their own shortcomings in a promised land, have mercy on us. <br /><br />O God, teach us to acknowledge ourselves among the transgressors. Give us strength to face the persistent of our guilt.<br /><br />And God of Israel, guide us: as we learn to bind up what we've broken, to gather what we've divided, to rise (step by tiny step) above the sins we've lived with for so long. </div>
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James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-26463769105242869262018-09-02T16:32:00.000-07:002018-09-02T16:32:28.400-07:00Dealing with Darkness (Sacrament Meeting Talk) On the border between Montana and Idaho, there’s a scenic bike route called the Hiawatha Trail. I’ve never been there, but I read about it in a General Conference talk. (Don’t judge me for that. I don’t get out much.)<br />
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This trail is built on a former railroad line, so you follow the train tracks through the mountains and it’s supposed to be really beautiful. You ride, at times, across narrow bridges over deep canyons, giving you a view that’s either breathtaking or hyperventilation-inducing, depending on how you feel about heights. You really get to know that mountains. Other times you go through these long, dark tunnels that open up onto stunning vistas of Montana’s signature big sky. And it’s supposed to feel just great.<br />
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Elder Vern P. Stanfill of the Seventy went once. He told the story in his <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2015/10/choose-the-light?lang=eng">October 2015 General Conference</a> talk. He admits that even though people tried to warn him, he didn’t really understand how long and dark some of the tunnels were until he was deep enough into one to realize he did not have a great bike light. I want to read you a little bit of his description of how he felt when he got deep enough in the tunnel that there was no daylight left behind him and none in sight ahead:<br />
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“Suddenly I began to feel anxious, confused, and disoriented,” he says. “I was embarrassed to admit my anxieties to my friends and family. Although an experienced cyclist, I now felt as though I had never ridden a bicycle. I struggled to stay upright as my confusion increased.”<br />
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Brothers and sisters, I think life is like the Hiawatha Trail: we’ve all been warned there are dark tunnels we have to go through, but thinking about them from the outside is different than being stuck in the middle.<br />
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And so today, as we’re speaking in this sacrament meeting on the theme of light, I’m going to spend most of my talk dealing with darkness. Because it’s a condition we all spend some time in. A few of you may be there now: I hope I get enough right in my description that you can feel a little less alone. The rest of you have been or will be stuck sometime in the middle of a long dark tunnel—and maybe something I say will stick with you a little bit next time you’re there. There are going to be things in life that shake us. Some of them are also going to shake our faith. You can’t avoid that, but you can face the feelings that being stuck in the dark brings. And learning to face the anxiety is often the first step to getting past it.<br />
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<b>Darkness</b><br />
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So what is it like to feel swallowed up in the darkness?<br />
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Let’s go back again and spend some time with Elder Stanfill’s description. When something in life shakes you, it’s natural to feel “anxious, confused, and disoriented.” It sucks, but it’s natural.<br />
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When you’re in the middle of a major trial, it is also natural to doubt the very things that are supposed to get you through. For Elder Stanfill, it was that bike light: it wasn’t as strong as he thought, and so in the moment the thing he’d counted on to guide him wasn’t sufficient. In life, the times we doubt our testimony are often the times we need it most. When we’re struggling, the wattage is just not high enough.<br />
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And—this is an important truth we don’t always acknowledge—like Elder Stanfill, you are probably not going to want to talk to friends and family when that happens. Maybe, like him, you’re embarrassed. Or maybe you’re defensive: feeling like they can’t understand and you don’t want to hear them tell you to just get over it.<br />
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Like Elder Stanfill, you might also find yourself disconnected from your own past. When he was describing his experience, he didn’t just say it was hard to ride a bike: he said he f<i>elt like he’d never ridden a bike before</i>. In life, I call this a spiritual or emotional eclipse. Sometimes the trouble before you is so all-encompassing that no past experience can seem to get around it. Even if you remember the facts, you can’t always remember the feelings that let you be anchored and stable. That’s a real thing. No quantity of past experience can get us through the dark passages of our life because the pain of the present can block them almost entirely out of our minds.<br />
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And when you’re in that partial or full spiritual eclipse, it’s going to be tough to stay oriented. Elder Stanfill said it was hard to keep his bike upright. And for us, there are some many voices in the world that when our anchors start to fade, it’s hard to know what to hold on to.<br />
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So what do you do? If you’re shaken in a way that’s left you feeling isolated from your loved ones and your own past, how might you react?<br />
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<b>Common First Reactions</b><br />
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It’s going to be tempting, first of all, to just blame yourself. And that never helps. Taking responsibility can, but there’s a difference between responsibility and blame.<br />
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If you want to understand that difference, try two things for me. First, take a deep breath. Now punch yourself in the eye.<br />
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You may laugh, but most of us have done that. We get in trouble and our first thought is: <i>I feel like I should be better than this. I feel like I shouldn’t be struggling like this. </i>So we beat ourselves up, and we make it worse.<br />
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Another thing that’s tempting to do when you’re in the middle of trouble and you feel like life has never been good is to seek out people who feel the same way, who are also disoriented in the dark. And that’s totally understandable. We want to be understood. We’re going to be drawn to that. And yet at the same time, it can be really risky, because if you feel panicked on your own, having a bunch of other people freaking out around you is not going to help you calm down. But, especially in the age of the internet, that’s a tempting way to deal with darkness. We look for people who know how we feel whether they know how to guide us forward or not.<br />
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<b>Doubting your Doubts</b><br />
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President Uchtdorf’s advice for what to do when it feels dark, when you feel shaken, is to doubt your doubts before your doubt your faith. One reason I think that’s good advice is because it gives you room to admit you’ve got some doubts. And that’s an important thing to do if you’re going to get through them. Think of a broken bone: if you walk around forcing yourself to act like everything is fine, it’s gonna get worse. You need to give yourself a chance to feel what’s tender and to protect that a little bit. Maybe let the rest of your body carry you while the broken part has time to heal.<br />
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For spiritual and emotional wounds that leave you anxious, you can tame your feelings a little just by naming them. It’s OK to take an inventory and figure out what exactly is injured without self-blame or shame.<br />
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So when you’re struggling, ask yourself what exactly is broken. You can often break it down and be more precise than we’re used to being. We tend to think of a testimony as just one thing, but when I’m struggling, it helps me to think about the different parts. When we bear testimony, I think we’re actually getting at four related things we want God and the gospel and the Church to be.<br />
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We want our religion to be <i>true</i>. We want it to be <i>good</i>. We want it to feel <i>possible</i>. And we want it to feel <i>personal</i>.<br />
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Let me take a few minutes to go through each of those things.<br />
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<b>True</b><br />
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“I know the Church is true” is something we often hear when people bear testimony. If you think about it, it’s sort a strange turn of phrase: “Church” is not actually a true/false statement. But truth is definitely something we expect from religion. When we say we want the Church or the gospel or a specific claim to be <i>true</i>, we probably mean it’s something safe to hold onto. I actually think that when we say want religious truth, we want a little more than truth. Something can be true and still misleading. We want something that goes beyond that, something trustworthy.<br />
<br />But when you say it like that, maybe it’s easy to see why this can get tough. When someone says “the Church is true,” it’s easier to nod along. If you say, “do you believe the Church is trustworthy?”—maybe you can see why there’s times when that’s tough to feel as secure about.<br />
<br />I believe God is 100% trustworthy, but I hear from him through human filters—whether that’s the words of the prophets or the filter of my own mind—and those filters are not 100% reliable. And so there are going to be misunderstandings and there are going to be mistakes and times when trust is strained. Maybe it’s a time when a leader has a genuinely inspired goal, but kind of sloppy implementation. Maybe it’s a time when a teenaged way of thinking about a gospel principle doesn’t hold up to the complexity I’m starting to see in the world as I age.<br />
<br />Like the apostle Paul says in the scriptures, “Prophecy shall fail. Knowledge shall pass away.” Sometimes we’re going to be disappointed by the ideas we’ve held onto or the leaders we’ve looked to for guidance. And especially if we’re already struggling, that can hurt. But it’s not the only part of a testimony.<br />
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<b>Good</b><br />
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We also want God and the Church and the gospel to be good. But that, too, can be tough to believe sometimes when things are difficult.<br />
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I remember one night in the hospital during my cancer treatment. I had neutropenic fever, which is how your body responds to an infection when you’ve got a severely compromised immune system, at the same time I had a bunch of other uncomfortable chronic symptoms. I felt like my body was falling apart and I remember thinking, “OK, Lord. I know and I’ve accepted that life is supposed to be difficult, but <i>how </i>difficult?” I can accept some eggs have to get broken to bake a cake, but it’s getting hot in here and I’m pretty sure you’re gonna burn this one. And I remember the scripture coming to mind where God says he’s going to refine us as gold in a fire, and I thought. “Oh shoot. That’s a little bit hotter than I was counting on.” I can still believe that this is good, but it’s a strain.<br />
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There are going to be times in life when we wonder if God is really good. And there are going to be plenty of times when we wonder if the Church is good. And the pure gospel is good, though the garbled form in which it exists in my head at any given time might not always be good without some refining.<br />
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So there are things that can shake us. This happens all the time. Maybe it’s a political thing you have strong feelings about and it shakes you to wonder whether a Church stance is good. Maybe a past mistake, something in the Church’s history, that <i>wasn’t</i> good, quite frankly. And you wonder: is this Church as whole still good? Maybe it’s something dysfunctional in your own ward or family and it’s hard to see that the Church is good somewhere out there when you’re not feeling it close to you.<br />
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I think it’s interesting, though: I’ve watched people, who in their struggles, are able to play their connection to the true and the good off each other. In times of struggle, they’re able to hold on to one aspect of testimony long enough to reconnect with another. I’ve got an uncle who used to say, “I go to the Church for the Lord, not the ward.” And that was his way of saying that he couldn’t always see how the ward, the Church around him, was good, but he knew it was true and could hold on to that. Sometimes for me, I’ve got to admit, it’s the opposite: it’s hard for me to track what is true and what I can hold onto—I’m philosophical and I run in circles in my head—but if a ward member walks up to me and talks for a few minutes, my eyes are opened to recognize the good in them. And I trust that the source that got them there can work for me, too.<br />
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<b>Possible</b><br />
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That trust—that something which works in theory or in another person’s life can also be accessible in my own—is its own aspect of testimony. It’s one we often undervalue, but it’s vital. Our religion is not just a series of observations about the divine: it’s fundamentally about our relationships with God and each other. And so it’s not just a clean list of eternal facts: it’s an intensely personal day to day discipline. We all need to believe not only that the gospel is true and good but also that we can do it.<br />
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That we can rise when we fall—or at least let ourselves be lifted. That we search and ponder and go and do and mourn and comfort and repent and be refined. And we need to be able, in the midst of everything else, to look forward and imagine ourselves doing the daily work of discipleship for the rest of our lives.<br />
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And there are going to be times in your life when you’re not sure that you can anymore. When your ability to imagine yourself putting one foot in front of the other is strained almost to the breaking point. Earlier in this meeting, Sister Carvalho spoke about times when as a parent there’s a lot going on and you haven’t slept enough and you just wonder if you can make it. And the doubt isn’t about the ideal and whether it’s valuable or correct—it’s just about what it feels like it will take to reach the finish line.<br />
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I think all of us have been a person or known a person where that was the part of a testimony that shook. That part about whether I, individually, can make it. And there are times when that’s the struggle, that’s the darkness we’re dealing with.<br />
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<b>Personal</b><br />
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In a religion centered on relationships, wondering whether the demands of the gospel are possible is not the only concern our own sense of self plays a role in. At a fundamental level, we also need to feel connected to God and the gospel and the Church on a deeply personal level.<br />
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We have a need to feel like we belong, like we can be ourselves and disciples at the same time.<br />
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And it can be tough when that gets shaken. We sometimes dismiss concerns about belonging when they happen to others and say, in effect, “if you feel like you don’t fit in, suck it up and get over it” or worse, “if you don’t feel like you fit in, go somewhere else.” We sometimes assume that if you believe the Church is true—whatever that means—you can set aside your need for belonging for the sake of belief. But trying to keep the faith without finding a way to own your place in it is about as practical as dealing with an allergy by fasting for the rest of your life. In some ways, identity-level questions about how and whether we belong can be the most challenging of all.<br />
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I think of the prophet Elijah, who knew what was true more firmly than any of us do, who knew God is good, who knew that he had been totally personally faithful in the face of intense opposition—and yet he still told God, at one point on a mountain, that he felt so alone he just wanted to die.<br />
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And if Elijah the prophet could get there, then brothers and sisters, we can too. It’s hard to feel cut off, hard to hold on long enough to find a new way to think about how we fit. God’s kingdom has a place for each of us, but it takes real work to find it. We might, at times, have to make it through some dark passages to get there and I can only hope that acknowledging that the struggle to find your place matters helps ease the panic you might feel as you work your way forward toward the light.<br />
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<b>Reaching Out</b><br />
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At different times in my life, I have wondered whether the Church or the gospel or God himself was trustworthy or good, when I’ve wondered whether my religion was possible or whether I personally belonged. Fortunately, I don’t usually doubt all four of those things with equal force at the same time and I can hold on to one while I work through another.<br />
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That’s how I doubt my doubts. I feel my way to the things I can hold on to while I sort through the things I’m struggling with. I might rely on the goodness of another person or go back to one treasured truth. I might depend on my own confidence if I’ve got it or remind myself that I belong no matter what—that I’m always a Mormon even if I’m not always great at it.<br />
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And during that process of sorting and rebuilding and healing, I allow myself some frustration and pain.<br />
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It’s OK to be scared or worried or angry. It’s OK to let the people we love be scared and worried and angry when they’re struggling. It’s OK to be shaken.<br />
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But my promise to you today, brothers and sisters, is that if we can still reach out through the darkness, in our pain, the Lord will be there for us.<br />
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I’d like to close with a poem. It’s one I wrote about Peter the apostle and what I’d like to ask him about making it through disorientation and anxiety when you don’t know where to stand. This poem’s called “How You Knew”:<br />
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<i>Tell me if you remember</i><br />
<i>when the ground beneath your feet</i><br />
<i>still seemed solid</i><br />
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<i>Tell me if you remember</i><br />
<i>when the things you knew</i><br />
<i>still seemed sure</i><br />
<i>and sound</i><br />
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<i>Tell me</i><br />
<i>if you remember</i><br />
<i>what it felt like the very moment</i><br />
<i>when you looked down</i><br />
<i>and saw the words you’d trusted swirl</i><br />
<i>and churn</i><br />
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<i>Tell me</i><br />
<i>if you remember</i><br />
<i>how the wind had just whipped up</i><br />
<i>how the breath caught in your throat</i><br />
<i>how your muscles all tensed and spasmed</i><br />
<i>how your body prepared to drown</i><br />
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<i>Tell me</i><br />
<i>how you walked on water</i><br />
<i>Tell me how you knew</i><br />
<i>though soaked with terror</i><br />
<i>to cling to the Master’s hand</i><br />
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In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.<br />
<br />James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-28169015846911754562018-06-26T12:20:00.004-07:002018-06-26T12:20:55.799-07:00Poem: "The Fundamental Unit" <br />Some brief introduction to the writing process first: feel free to skip straight to the poem below.<br /><br />During May, Darlene Young--one of my favorite Mormon poets--organized an event she called Mormon Poetry Writing Month (MoPoWriMo), modeled loosely on National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Basically, a bunch of us committed to try to write a Mormon poem every day for a month. Many of us also shared our drafts with each other at the time. I really love seeing people engaging with our faith with their full imaginations and I love what can happen when you take ideas you care about and put them in a poetic register: it was great to have a reason to write and constant inspiration from what other writers were playing with. <br /><br />I missed a few days--which meant that I finished the month with, I think, 27 poems. To put that in perspective, that's about as many poems as I'd written in the entire previous year. Thanks to Darlene, I've got enough now for a second collection to follow up my 2015 set <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Let-Drown-Moses-James-Goldberg-ebook/dp/B00VMHG51I">Let Me Drown with Moses</a>. </i>This weekend, Nicole and I printed out all the possible material to include on 1/4 size pages and shuffled them around to find an order and a title. I've got some revisions to do, need a cover, etc., but I'm anticipating that <i>Phoenix Song</i> will be ready to release by the end of the year.<br />
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To give you a short glimpse at my MoPoWriMo work: here's a poem I wrote during May and later posted on a Facebook thread by the ever engaging Michael Haycock. Today, Walker Frahm asked if I could post it in a more share-friendly place. Here you go: <br /><br />
<u>The Fundamental Unit</u><br />
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Before we were a Church<br />
that strengthened families<br />
we were a Church<br />
that built cities.<br />
Back then<br />
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Zion<br />
was the<br />
fundamental unit<br />
of society.<br />
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And in that<br />
dreamed of city<br />
it wouldn’t matter<br />
if a quiet kitchen<br />
happened to be yours<br />
alone, because<br />
even the streets<br />
would be holy<br />
to the Lord. <br />
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They took<br />
that away<br />
from us, like<br />
a child tearing<br />
the legs, one<br />
by one, off an<br />
insect.<br />
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So maybe the pain<br />
you feel is not from<br />
God. Not some Saraic<br />
trial. Maybe what you<br />
feel is the phantom<br />
pain of a kingdom<br />
that has lost<br />
its limbs.James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-73230540267932486202018-06-16T10:35:00.003-07:002018-06-16T10:35:42.564-07:00James Goldberg Q&A on the Mormon Lit Blitz and Mormon Lit LabToday is the last day for people to <a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/2018-mormon-lit-blitz-voting-instructions-and-some-exciting-news/">vote</a> in 2018 Mormon Lit Blitz (though honestly, since Nicole and I will both be at ward council followed by 9 am church tomorrow, you could sneak in a late vote most of tomorrow). It's the seventh year we've held the contest and we're really proud of this year's work: we hope you'll take a look.<br /><br />We're also at the beginning of the process to sign up regular patrons for a project called the <a href="https://www.patreon.com/mormonlitlab">Mormon Lit Lab</a>. Basically, we're invited people to make a monthly pledge to support expanded contests, workshops, and publication opportunities in Mormon Literature.<br />
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Since we had so much fun hosting Q&As with this year's Mormon Lit Blitz finalist authors on the blog, we thought we'd finish the contest out with one more post where they asked us questions about the contest and the new Mormon Lit Lab. It's been fun answering. Take a look:<br />
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<b>Lee Allred: How did you come up with the idea for the Mormon Lit Blitz? What's its history? Its "secret origin" -- did a metaphorical bat fly through your window, did it rocket to Earth as an infant to escape a doomed planet, etc.? </b></div>
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The secret origin version is that Scott Hales and I were called on a mission to evangelize Mormon Literature. We never did figure out what had happened earlier in the place where we were sent, but we think something must have gone wrong with a prior set of missionaries. No one would give us the time of day to teach a full-scale discussion. The local priests or professors or whatever warned young people against our message. Those were dark times.<br /><br />A lot of the rumors we'd heard put the blame on people for being hard-hearted or close-minded. You can't reach people you resent, though, so we figured it was better to assume they had good reasons for being cautious. One day I said to Scott, "What if six hours of discussions is just too much to ask? Could we give them a message worth considering in one minute?" And Scott said, "That sounds so crazy it just might work. Let's make like Nephi and go and do."<br />
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And that's how the Mormon Lit Blitz started... <br /><br />If you want the slightly less mythologized version, pieces of it are still floating around online. I had to do some research to find it, but it looks like the seed comes in the comments after Josh Allen's November 1, 2011 blog post "<a href="http://associationmormonletters.org/blog/2011/11/aml-and-student-participation/">AML and Student Participation</a>." In that post, Josh talked about the value of Mormon Literature in general and the Association for Mormon Letters in particular, then asked, "Why aren’t there more of us? With so many virtues, why is it that AML’s membership is relatively small and has been for years?"<br />
<br />In the comments and <a href="http://associationmormonletters.org/blog/2011/11/evangelizing-mormon-lit-how-to-lure-the-audience-out-of-its-shell/">a follow-up blog post of my own,</a> I tried to answer that question. Essentially, I argued that there's a very small group of people who want to study Mormon (or any) literature for its own sake, and that most people look to stories to give them something in their lives. I talked about why many avid readers who are also Mormons might feel turned off by stories that seem to be attacking them on the one hand and of stories that feel too simplistic on the other. I argued that if you want to build an audience for Mormon Lit, you need to give people a short, easy-to-access way to try it out--and you need to make sure their effort pays off.<br /><br />And then Scott came up with the name and concept. For the early Mormon Lit Blitzes, he'd make memes for Facebook and we'd do tours around several Mormon culture blogs talking up the contest. Nicole came on board to give editorial notes: she's a really capable and effective editor. Some Mormon Lit regulars submitted to the first contest: but also a lot of writers we didn't know and came to love.<br />
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As with many missions, we succeeded at least in converting ourselves: the Mormon Lit Blitz has showed me personally a lot about the value in Mormon Lit, especially as I've watched friends and relatives react to pieces they connect with.<br />
<br /><b>Eric Jepson: Once you've created the longlist, what criteria do you use to whittle down to the final few? How do you balance, say "objective" criteria with subjective criteria with variety?</b><br /><br />
There are no 100% objective criteria for what makes compelling writing, so we’ve got to trust our own subjectivity and assume the audience we’re trying to serve shares a lot of those tastes. I’ll try to pull back the curtain a little, though, on what those tastes are.<br />
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We average 100-200 submissions per Lit Blitz, so a piece only makes the longlist if it stood out to us for some reason. It’s not just competent craft: there also has to be a concept or character or image that grabs our attention. We need to laugh or gasp or find ourselves talking about the piece after we’ve walked away from the computer.<br />
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If a piece has made that first cut, our second step is to weed out a few pieces that fall short of that best moment, idea, or image. You get into the longlist by the strongest moment: you stay there by having a text that is consistent. Typically, though, that cut doesn’t quite get us down where we need to be.<br />
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The third cut is typically to think about the contest purpose again and ask ourselves which pieces are going to contribute the most for our audience: in terms of the cultural work they do or how they stretch the range of tools writers following the contest will have to draw on. In many cases, even that cut doesn’t quite get us there and concerns about variety within the contest are how we weed out the last few pieces. Some of those calls get really tough to make and there are pieces I still think about that didn't make our final cut.<br />
<br /><b>Lehua Parker: As LDS writers who write stories, poems, and essays that delve into the “messy” reality of being human, do you believe we have a responsibility to write ultimately uplifting works? </b><br /><br />I would not use the word "uplifting." The last <a href="http://goldbergish.blogspot.com/2018/05/an-alternate-history-poem.html">two</a> <a href="http://mormonmidrashim.blogspot.com/2018/06/the-questions-i-beg-my-bible-to-answer.html">poems</a> I shared on my blogs are serious downers, but lament as a genre can play an important spiritual role. Stephen Carter's "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2014/06/slippery/">Slippery</a>" comes to mind as a Lit Blitz example of a similar thing: a piece that warns rather than reaching catharsis.<br /><br />So if "uplifting" may be too narrow a word for the types of spiritual contributions Mormon writers can or should make, what would I recommend instead? A phrase from D&C 121: 42, comes to mind, when it talks about "pure knowledge, which shall greatly enlarge the soul without hypocrisy, and without guile." Maybe whether something enlarges the soul--whether in joy, aspiration, awe, trepidation, insight, mirth--maybe that's a test of whether things are being presented in a way rich enough to count as pure knowledge. <br /><br />
<b>Lee Allred: I thought this year's formal Q&A worked rather nicely. Informative for readers, a chance to discuss MoLit story and storytelling in more depth for writers. How did it look from the point of view of the questioner? Did writers answer what you were really wanting to know or did they veer off into tangents (possibly very interesting tangents but tangents nevertheless)? Do you feel it somewhat ironic that the discussions of the stories were longer than the stories themselves? </b><br /><br />I loved the Q&As. Sometimes even flippant questions yielded great answers, like Luisa Perkins' <a href="http://mormonmidrashim.blogspot.com/2018/05/luisa-perkins-q.html">thoughts on cats</a>.<br /><br />I appreciated the craft discussions. One positive of the Mormon Lit Blitz is that it can help lower the barriers between readers and writers: it's a manageable enough size that some careful readers have tried their hand writing, and I'm glad the Q&As can give new as well as established writers new techniques to consider.<br /><br />I also liked the discussions of themes. A lot of Mormon Lit Blitz pieces manage to be extremely thought-provoking within their tight space constraints, and I loved getting the chance to talk about that.<br />
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As far as the length of discussion: I grew up talking about scriptures at far greater length than what's on the page. I like a piece that starts a conversation rather than trying to finish it.<br /><br /><b>Lee Allred: And last but not least -- Does the Postum lose its flavour on the bedpost overnight?</b><br /><br /><b>Sherry Work: Lee - Postum has very little flavour to actually lose. James and Nicole --w</b><b>ould you consider dividing up the categories between poetry, stories, and personal essays?</b><br />
<br />Of all the ways we could categorize literature, whether something has line breaks doesn't seem like the most important distinction to us. We publish in those three categories because people tend to submit them the most, but we're also open to other forms. We've had very short plays submitted. Comics. Which tools writers use is up to them.<br /><br />If we bring back the specialty fall contests we've done twice before, we may use genre distinctions in some of those. But we like mixing them together in the Lit Blitz.<br /><br />
<b>Sherry Work: Could you explain how the ranked voting works? Is it a point system or highest number of first place votes?</b><br />A first place vote counts as four points, second place three points, third two, and fourth one. The piece with the highest point total wins.<br /><br />We haven't yet had a piece that could win on the power of first place votes alone. The winners tend to be pieces that appealed a wide range of voters and showed up a lot at two, three, and four as well as one.<br />
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<b>Faith : What the what is Patreon?</b><br />
<br />Glad you asked! We should have explained that better early. Basically, Patreon is an online system that allows people to make a monthly payment to an artist or artistic organization they support. It's sort of like Kickstarter, if you've seen that, but for ongoing projects rather than one-time ones. It's also sort of like the Medicis funding painters and sculptors to make the Italian Renaissance possible, but with a lot less murder and political intrigue.<br /><br />Patrons receive something in exchange for pledging. For the Mormon Lit Lab, the main rewards are being able to weigh in and vote on the projects we prioritize. Anyone who donates get to see and comment on the "drawing board." Higher level contributors get to vote. <br /><br />
<b>William Morris: Most Patreon offerings are about what contributors receive from the artist and behind the scenes peeks into the artistic process. Why are you pitching this more as a lab where contributors become part of the process rather than just "help us fund more of the Mormon Lit Blitz"?</b><br />
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I love art. I strongly dislike the common image of the solitary artistic genius. To me, art is fundamentally about conversation and connection. So I've always been drawn to much more collective models for artistic production, ones where the lines between audience and creator are narrower and where relationships between people involved in the featured and supporters roles in developing and organizing an artistic experience are both closer and better acknowledged than is often the case. To use a basketball metaphor, I believe teams will produce better when they value assists than when they focus only on points scored.<br />
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The Mormon Lit Blitz, to begin with, was not about what Nicole and I do individually as artists, but what we can help others achieve. And so a more collective, collaborative approach as we expand feels right.<br />
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<b>Mattathias Westwood: Besides the stated rewards, what benefits do you see donors receiving from participation in the Mormon Lit Lab?</b></div>
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At the end of the day, I hope it will be a great sense of satisfaction and a lot of good memories. Culturally, we have a very consumer exchange mindset about money...we're hoping that supporting the Mormon Lit Lab will feel less like buying something and more like being part of something. We hope everyone involved is able to feel like they did small and simple things to lay the foundation for a great and important work. </div>
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<b>Mattathias Westwood: </b><b>What do you feel the Mormon Lit Lab would provide that's distinct from other Mormon Literature organizations and presses?</b><br /><br />
There are a lot of other organizations and presses I like, but for purposes of this question I'm going to focus on two that are pretty close fits.<br />
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The closest analog to what we do is probably <a href="https://segullah.org/">Segullah</a>, which is a literary website and community for Mormon women. The most obvious difference is that we publish men and that what women develop with us is not necessarily going to be read as being part of a dialogue about Mormon women's experience the way the very same piece might be read on Segullah. Both can be valuable: just different.<br />
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<a href="http://www.peculiarpages.com/">Peculiar Pages</a> is the closest press. Eight out of their nine titles have been anthologies, which reflects a similar focus on broadening the field and reaching out to a wide range of writers. Their mission is broader than ours: they try to be open to a wide range of culturally Mormon voices, while we focus on things we think would be of specific value to practicing Latter-day Saints.<br /><br />OK, there's a third organization I don't know as well that's worth mentioning, the <a href="http://www.mormontheologyseminar.org/">Mormon Theology Seminar</a>. As its title suggests, it's not a Mormon Lit organization, but is a structure to bring together people interested in expanding the types and tonal range of discussions we have as Latter-day Saints. Like the Mormon Theology Seminar, we're interested in honoring our heritage by fostering deeper engagement with it. The main difference is that their works will share a technical vocabulary with other people studying theology; our work shares a set of conventions available to anyone who reads fiction, poetry, etc.<br />
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<b>Lehua Parker: </b><b>In addition to the scriptures, which books, essays, podcasts, etc., have helped frame your personal idea of what it means to be LDS and a follower of Christ? </b><br />
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A true but sort of evasive-sounding answer first: almost anything I read helps me frame those ideas. Being a disciple is of fundamental, anchoring importance to me and so I'm looking for insight and different ways to frame the gospel whether I'm reading about science, sociology, other religions, or just swapping stories with friends. For all time classic, I'd put Elie Wiesel's <i>Souls on Fire</i> pretty high. I return and return to the poets Ghalib and Faiz. The last book to blow my mind was Andrus Kivirähk's <i>The Man Who Spoke Snakish. </i>And all of them have influenced the way I frame my own faith and discipleship in some way. <br />
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As far as my favorite LDS Lit: loved Angela Hallstrom's <i>Bound on Earth</i>. Melissa Leilani Larson's play <i>Little Happy Secrets </i>is really valuable; I also liked <i>Pilot Program--</i>the two make up her recently published collection <i>Third Wheel. </i>The themes in William Morris's <i>Darkwatch </i>stories really resonate with me. A ton of the images from Scott Hales' <i>The Garden of Enid </i>still stand out in my mind. Eric Samuelsen's play <i>The Plan </i>is excellent. I could go on, but I should probably just sit down someday soon and make a reading list.<br />
<b><br />William Morris: What's your overall philosophy about genre fiction and literary fiction (Mormon faithful realism) both generally and in relation to what you plan on doing with the Mormon Lit Lab?</b><br />
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I care about the work literature does way more than I care about the tools people use to do it. Both Nicole and I ask first how a piece opens us ways to us to think and feel and talk about Mormon ideas and experience: that trumps style every time.<br /><br />And honestly, a lot of pieces blow stylistic distinctions out of the water. Lee Allred's "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/beneath-the-visiting-moon-by-lee-allred/">Beneath the Visiting Moon</a>," in the contest this year, read a straight up literary realistic fiction to some readers and as genre fiction to others--either way, it was a great look into how we deal with our own demons and what it means to stand with each other through the tough times. </div>
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<b>Tanya Hanamaikai: Why does supporting Mormon Literature excite you?</b></div>
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Mormonism excites me. Years of trying have yet to get me to the point where I can do justice to it in explaining why. Our faith speaks so richly to so many aspects of human existence. It's so simple and grounding on the one hand and so open to imaginative flights to divine heights at the same time.<br /><br />We take it so much for granted. That's human nature: we turn on autopilot whenever something is routine, we forget the dazzling wonder to keep from being blinded.<br /><br />Literature is a register that is particularly effective for me at creating an imaginative novelty that allows me regular, renewed access to that foundational wonder and lets me wrestle on ground that may be genuinely new at the same time. Really good Mormon Lit doesn't just impress me in the moment I'm reading it: it sticks with me, it increases my own capacity for imaginative engagement with the world around at both its visible and spiritual levels.<br /><br />Why wouldn't I want more of that? </div>
James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-3709531109117595102018-06-15T09:20:00.002-07:002018-06-15T09:20:20.973-07:00The Questions I Beg My Bible to Answer: June 2018Why are the Egyptians<br />
<i>afraid</i> of the Hebrews?<br />
What moves Pharaoh’s gaze<br />
out the palace window<br />
from the glory of the<br />
pyramids to the hunched<br />
backs of foreign-looking<br />
workers (their brows<br />
bleeding sweat, their<br />
hands caked in mud):<br />
why does the strength<br />
in their aching arms<br />
trouble his dreams<br />
each night? <br />
<br />
Why are the Egyptians<br />
<i>afraid</i> of the Hebrews?<br />
What makes the general <br />
in his chariot stop and<br />
shiver at the distant<br />
echo of a birthing scream<br />
rising from the hovel<br />
where the great-granddaughter<br />
of a half-starved refugee<br />
is delivering a son?<br />
<br />
Oh God, please just<br />
help me understand:<br />
why are the Egyptians<br />
<i>afraid</i> of the Hebrews?<br />
What makes an aging<br />
civilization, haunted<br />
by mirages of its own<br />
bygone youth, turn away<br />
from its treasure cities<br />
and toward the straining<br />
figures of desperate families<br />
determined only to choose<br />
life—what makes them give<br />
the order to tear children<br />
from their mothers’ arms?James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-28329395806723623642018-06-09T06:00:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:54:56.107-07:00Mattathias Westwood Q&A <div>
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"<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/mumbai-missionary-report-mattathias-westwood">Missionary Weekly Report for 28 March-3 April, Mumbai 1st Branch, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints</a>" by Mattathias Westwood, the final finalist in this year's Mormon Lit Blitz, is up today. Check out the story, and then come back for the Q&A:</div>
<b>This piece explores an Indian Mormon experience
specifically. How do you feel like the national context shapes the
story? Would the same tensions play out differently somewhere else? </b></div>
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The only Mormon experiences I can speak to convincingly are American
Mormon experience and Indian Mormon experience. I do think that in
India, the pressure of missionary work is heightened by the fact that
there are just so many people around to teach. And because religion is
such a major and public part of most people's lives, there's not even
the excuse that exists in some parts of the world that most people
probably just aren't interested in religion of any kind, and that's why
they don't want to listen and we maybe don't need to bother them. In
India, almost everyone takes religion very seriously, and most people
are very open to talking about it. But that doesn't mean that they're
going to take Mormonism seriously or decide to join the Church, because
conversion is hard and the truthfulness of Mormonism isn't obvious or
self-evident at first glance (or second or third). <br />
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For me, this led to a
state of constant discouragement, where I felt like because people were
so ready to listen, if people were not interested in joining the
church, it was because I wasn't good enough at teaching the gospel for
them to recognize it. At some point, I realized that I was absolutely
right-- I wasn't good at teaching it at all, but there were people who
understood it anyway, who figured out all the things I couldn't teach
them, because it wasn't me they were learning from. I was just there to
give them a human point of contact and directions towards the church
building.</div>
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<b>What role do you think literature could play in increasing our multicultural awareness and imagination in the Church? </b></div>
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The scriptures say that God speaks to people in a language they can
understand. I don't know what the future holds, but I hope that as more
Mormons from around the world share their own experiences, share how
the gospel feels and tastes to them, share what pulled them into this
life and keeps pulling them back even when things are hard, that it will
help us to be one, in the way that the scriptures say we should. </div>
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think when we hear how the gospel sounds to other people's ears, it
will become even more beautiful, and maybe some of the things that cause
us worry or pain will be eased as we see them through other eyes, or as
we see different ways of doing things, as we learn from each other. I
don't think it's fully possible to separate gospel and culture, because
they blend together and it can be hard to tell which is which, and
stories that show how the gospel weaves itself into different cultures
can give us possibilities we didn't think of before or help us see our
own mistakes. And all of it hopefully gives us more types of language,
so that God has more ways to reach us.</div>
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<b>What would you like to see more of in Mormon Literature? </b></div>
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Honestly, I would be happy just to have more of it, from more people, in
more places, thinking through Mormonism in their own experience and
writing what it feels like and means for them. I am much more of a
reader than a writer, and I read pretty much whatever I can get my hands
on and I'm grateful if it helps me think through my own experience or
think outside my own experience, and the details of where it comes from
or what it says don't matter much to me as long as they are genuine and
thoughtful. "Let a thousand flowers bloom."<b><br /></b><br />
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<b>Where can we read more of your work? </b><br />
As I said, I'm more of a reader than a writer. I have lots of stories
that float in my head but usually I'm too busy finding new stories to
add to the mix and break down into raw materials for living a good life
for me to write stories of my own. You could try breaking into my
parent's house and sorting through the boxes they keep in the spare
bedroom for the notebooks I wrote in when I was in high school. But
there are a lot of boxes, and most of them are just my dad's books, so
you'd probably get tired of looking, and if you found those old buried
stories they might not be worth it. If you're interested in listening
to me ramble on about other people's stories, you can find me at <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://mattathiasingh.blogspot.com/&source=gmail&ust=1527365114737000&usg=AFQjCNGwvWVaeQNazsHfKygea6D-5fmz3A" href="http://mattathiasingh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://mattathiasingh.<wbr></wbr>blogspot.com/</a>
continuing to occasionally write a blog long after it stopped being
cool, or you can see what I'm reading and what I've read at <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/14527427-mattathias&source=gmail&ust=1527365114737000&usg=AFQjCNH4-1k-kAUS385iVYOCpof64ctNcA" href="https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/14527427-mattathias" target="_blank">https://www.goodreads.com/<wbr></wbr>user/show/14527427-mattathias</a>
(My name is Mattathias, king of readers, look upon my works, ye mighty,
and get really excited because you've never heard of that book before
but it looks really interesting and now it's time to go to the library
and check out a bunch of books...)James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-38130330350249588172018-06-08T05:59:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:55:10.917-07:00Eric Jepson Q&A<div>
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This year's Mormon Lit Blitz is winding down--just one more story left after today's excellent poem, Eric Jepson's "<span style="font-family: "sylfaen" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/joseph-and-emma-grow-old-together-by-eric-jepson">Joseph and Emma Grow Old Together</a>." Here's a Q&A with the author: </span></div>
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<b>In your introduction to <i>States of Deseret</i>,
you speculated about an alternate history where the wild success of
Joseph Smith Sr.'s ginseng venture allows him to send Joseph and Hyrum
to study with Ralph Waldo Emerson--and go on to found a college, not a
religion. What draws you to alternate history where the restoration as
we know it doesn't happen? </b></div>
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In the case of Joseph Smith, his greatness is inextricably tied to the
pain and tragedy he endures. We all want to be Christlike, but none of
us want to wander the dusty plains of Galilee only to be hung on a
cross. I don't know, if given the option, that I wouldn't take the
easily understood pleasures of studying with Emerson or growing old with
my wife over the recurring stress and sadness and horror of Ohio and
Missouri and Illinois. Martin asked to take the translation three times.
What if Emma had been as insistent on a peaceful life with her husband?</div>
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I don't think I could blame them if she had.</div>
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<b>This poem seems to deal
with the tension between contentedness on the own hand and intense
spiritual quest on the other. How do we deal with a spiritually intense
founder in an era when simple, contented life has become such a central
value for us? </b></div>
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This is exactly what worries me. I'm teaching seminary now and this
year we covered the Book of Mormon. In just a few hundred pages, Mormon
lets us stand back and see the shape of one thousand years of human
history as a series of mountains and valleys. And times of simple
contentment don't often last.</div>
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I'm a firm
believer that the general thrust of human history is towards goodness
and peace---but that doesn't happen on the small scale. That's on the
centuries scale. We want to believe our comforts will last forever. I'm
not sure scripture smiles at that attitude.</div>
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But hey. Life is safer and more predictable without ten new sections added to the D&C every April and October.</div>
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<b>What would you like to see more of in Mormon Literature? </b></div>
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Everything. I want more voices from more countries and regions and
languages. Which is an honest answer I'm working toward. The now answer
is more of what I already love. But please, worldwide Mormonism!
Convince me to love you all!</div>
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<b>Where can we read more of your work? </b><br />
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Well, <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://amzn.to/2GOffFN&source=gmail&ust=1527364995076000&usg=AFQjCNHTgqk8MZEAijUCUKeSXlrfo1e5pg" href="https://amzn.to/2GOffFN" target="_blank">buying stuff on Amazon</a> is good for me.</div>
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Unfortunately, my website is down, but <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://thmazing.blogspot.com/2017/10/thbiblio.html&source=gmail&ust=1527364995076000&usg=AFQjCNF53kUzQCxEcycRl7q2H0mJiJ4Ycw" href="https://thmazing.blogspot.com/2017/10/thbiblio.html" target="_blank">a complete bibliography</a> as of seven months ago sits on my blog. (A good place to start might be my previous appearances on the Mormon Lit Blitz, <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://lit.mormonartist.net/2015/05/angry-sunbeam-by-eric-jepson/&source=gmail&ust=1527364995076000&usg=AFQjCNFIbANwCxaaS3LD-7lXuDoe08d7Kg" href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2015/05/angry-sunbeam-by-eric-jepson/" target="_blank">one</a> and <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://lit.mormonartist.net/2016/01/maurine-whipple-age-16-takes-a-train-north/&source=gmail&ust=1527364995076000&usg=AFQjCNH1CN6_k277HHyWovMovy62V19nyA" href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2016/01/maurine-whipple-age-16-takes-a-train-north/" target="_blank">two</a>.)</div>
James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-38652235320850723052018-06-07T06:00:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:55:21.110-07:00Sheldon Lawrence Q&ASheldon Lawrence's essay "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/the-last-swing-by-sheldon-lawrence/">The Last Swing</a>" is today's Mormon Lit Blitz finalist. After you read it, join us for the Q&A:<br />
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<b>This piece felt very reflective of Mormon values to us, even though there are no overtly Mormon references. Is it just the concern with family? Or do you think there's something about this piece thematically that might make it feel so resonant to us?</b><br />
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There is something about the passage of time and the limitation of memory that has always haunted me. It’s unsettling to think that any given moment will die and never repeat. Every passing moment is a death of something. Are these moments lost to eternity? Is our only comfort the prospect of eternal novelty, eternal rebirth of time? I think on some level Mormonism takes memory seriously, or the idea that the whole of our life, every detail, will be resurrected and make up the tapestry of our souls. I believe our memories will be redeemed, not only in that we will have perfect recollection, but that even painful moments will be seen as sacred and important. I think this piece reflects that sense of loss, of death, but perhaps hints at the hope of a resurrection of such moments.<br />
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<b>How has parenting helped you as a writer--and writing helped you as a parent?</b><br />
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I didn’t set out to be a “dad” writer, but it turns out that an awful lot of my work, especially the stuff that has gotten published or recognized, is heavily influenced by my experience as a parent. I never knew that parenting would involve so much guilt and fear and joy all at the same time. Writing is a way of working through those issues. It makes me more reflective as a parent. When my kids appear in a piece, they feel honored, which is kind of fun.<br />
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<b>We have a two-year-old daughter who just learned to climb out of her crib and now systemically destroys her room before falling asleep around <span data-term="goog_1932536179">midnight</span>. Will we miss the last nighttime rampage with equal unspoken nostalgia?</b><br />
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Yes, you will! “The Last Rampage” has a nice ring to it.<br />
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<b>What would you like to see more of in Mormon Literature?</b><br />
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It seems there is an unnecessary dichotomy out there that art is either angsty and raw (and therefore “real”) on the one hand, or trite and syrupy sweet (and therefore “fake”) on the other. I would like to see more work, especially in memoir and personal essay, that is uncompromisingly authentic but also celebratory of life and its richness. I suppose that is what I strive for, in any case.<br />
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<b>Where can we read more of your work?</b><br />
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I usually put stuff on my blog: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://thepearlandswine.wordpress.com&source=gmail&ust=1527790427824000&usg=AFQjCNGO-Toshh_cde33L0YF3X8vzPKs3A" href="http://thepearlandswine.wordpress.com/">thepearlandswine.wordpress.com</a> I also post links to my published work there.James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-73640932765557198622018-06-06T05:59:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:55:31.087-07:00William Morris Q&A (Sister Greeley)<div>
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Today's finalist is "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/proof-that-sister-greeley-is-a-witch-even-though-mormons-dont-believe-in-witches-by-wm-morris">Proof That Sister Greeley Is aWitch (Even Though Mormons Don't Believe in Witches)</a>" by William Morris. Here's our Q&A with him about this story:<br />
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<b>One thing we loved about the story is the way it implicitly explores the network of relationships among the women in a ward. In the real world, how do you see inter-generational relationships influencing young Mormon women?</b></div>
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Based on my experience--which is limited because I'm a male member of the church--young Mormon women both want and are leery of the influence of older Mormon women. They are leery of being judged and found wanting. Or they are leery because they have different cultural and/or political attitudes. But they also know that maturity can bring wisdom, and that there things they can learn, especially when visiting teaching/ministering and serving side-by-side in callings is working the way it should.</div>
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I will add that in my (again, limited) experience young Mormon women really appreciate it when middle-aged and elderly women are open (in a charitable way) about the challenges they had when they were younger. It helps them know that they aren't alone. They aren't weird. They aren't defective. And things get better, but you have to work at it and they never actually get perfect in spite of how things might sometimes appear.</div>
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It's also awesome when older women ask young Mormon women to help them with things where the young women have expertise (like technology--but other areas too).<br />
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<b>Some of the practices Heidi describes seem old enough to be just outside living memory for the people around a young Mormon woman growing up today. How do past generations of Mormon women play into that network?</b></div>
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Hopefully they play a large role, but I'm not sure that they do. Or at least not as deeply and widespread as perhaps they should. Back in 2006, I wrote a post for A Motley Vision called <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://motleyvision.org/2006/01/28/folk-holding-to-the-traditions-of-our-mothers/&source=gmail&ust=1527992951606000&usg=AFQjCNEucj25LeCIoVgSdwu9Ndzzfjpymg" href="https://motleyvision.org/2006/01/28/folk-holding-to-the-traditions-of-our-mothers/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Holding to the traditions of our mothers</a>. In it, I wrote:</div>
"What happens when our daily practices — our material life, our life with materials — is suffused with their spirit, with the way they do/did things?<br />
Let’s find out. I propose that all of us seek out our mothers — especially our aunts, great aunts and grandmothers — and learn from them whatever it is they do best. Not only cooking, but quilting, gardening, sewing — all the practices that arose out of gospel teachings, pioneer heritage and the conditions of life and history."</div>
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Since that time, these kinds of material practices--especially pickling and bread-making--have become much more widespread among young people. I would hope that Mormon women (and men) who engage with them tie them not to a fashionable but vague notion of authenticity but rather to the previous generations, especially the material culture of their mothers. And I'd add to my call above that I'd recommend starting with the women who are still living, but then also seek out (and, if needed, preserve) documentation for women who have passed on to other side--letters, journals, cookbooks, personal/family/ward histories, etc.</div>
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<b>You told <a href="https://mormonmidrashim.blogspot.com/2018/06/wm-morris-q-after-fast.html">last week</a> what you'd like to see more of in Mormon literature: what in Mormon literature are you most bored with?</b></div>
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I'm tempted to say novels about male Mormon missionaries engaging in high-jinks and short stories about middle-aged, white Mormon males from the American West have minor crises and epiphanies, but that's not entirely true. I think any subject or theme or setting can be interesting and innovative.</div>
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I suppose what I'm most bored with are works of Mormon literature that don't show any awareness of what has already been written or that engage in simplistic tropes. I don't know that we need more conversion or de-conversion stories or feminist awakenings or male mid-life crises. Not unless they're done in ways that add to the conversation rather than re-create it. I mean, I totally understand the impetus to write such works if that's what your personal experiences are, especially if you're a newer writer. But that's not what I'm interested in reading. And there's so much more to explore.</div>
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I'm also tired of genre fiction for the Mormon market that takes Christian or mainstream American fiction trends, files of the serial numbers, hastily magic markers on a Mormon serial number or Mormon-level appropriateness in content, and then presents the finished product as something of good report.</div>
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Finally, I'm bored with Mormon literature always being a referendum on the possibility/impossibility of Mormon literature (esp. vis a vis that whole Shakespeares and Miltons of our own quote). But that's such an old complaint of mine that to complain about it now also bores me. Let's just have some fun with MoLit, you know?<br />
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James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-231595663998378072018-06-05T06:00:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:55:45.135-07:00Sherry Work Q&AToday's finalist is "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/still-clean-by-sherry-work/">Still Clean</a>" by Sherry Work. Here's our Q&A with the author:<br />
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<b>The characters and setting of this poem feel believably ancient at the same time the themes feel very timely. When and how did you decide you wanted to write this poem? </b><br />
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I wrote this poem after preparing to teach an Old Testament class about David and Bathsheba, and wanting to research to see what might really have happened. Multiple depictions in art show Bathsheba as somewhat wantonly bathing on the roof of her house which exposed her naked body to David, leading to adultery (perhaps we would now call it rape) and murder. Centuries of patriarchy in the Christian church have shifted the blame at least partly to Bathsheba for her supposed immodest actions in tempting David. As I read the chapters following this initial incident I saw no blame attached to Bathsheba for her part in the story. Just has Eve has been exonerated from committing sin, I felt that Bathsheba should also be seen as a righteous daughter of God.<br />
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<b>We loved your presentation of the bath as a mikveh. What's the value for you of imagining scriptural events from a perspective or voice we don't usually spend as much time with? </b><br />
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Here are the verses from 2 Samuel 11 depicted at the beginning of the poem. Bathsheba is not bathing on her rooftop as she is usually painted. It is important to note that verse 4 indicates that she may have been performing a mikveh, a cleansing ritual or washing required by the Mosaic Law after the end of menstruation. The water had to be "living water" from a natural spring which would flow over the body. It was very important to me to read more about Jewish ritual in order to be accurate about this story, and that in turn helped me to see much symbolism and types of Christ within it. The compelling part of the poem for me is to give Bathsheba her voice, as she is silent in the entire story, except to tell David that she is with child. She loved her husband, she was a righteous woman, but she was powerless to refuse David. My heart ached for her from the beginning of her story to the death of her child.<br />
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2 And it came to pass in an eveningtide, that David arose from off his bed, and walked upon the roof of the king's house: and from the roof he saw a woman washing herself; and the woman was very beautiful to look upon.<br />
3 And David sent and enquired after the woman. And one said, Is not this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam, the wife of Uriah the Hittite?<br />
4 And David sent messengers, and took her; and she came in unto him, and he lay with her; for she was purified from her uncleanness: and she returned unto her house.<br />
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<b>What would you like to see more of in Mormon Literature? </b><br />
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I would love to read novels where the protagonist has to make hard choices, or where making the "correct" choice does not necessarily lead to what we might hope for. I think that it is important to read less simplistic works which better reflect the decisions that we have to make on a regular basis. It would be wonderful if Mormons everywhere could find a book where they see themselves represented.<br />
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This question made me smile because the short answer is that you can't. My most prolific work is my 40 years of journals which would be a little tedious even for my own children, except for the very few pages where I remember that my opinions and experiences are far more important than what I did that day. I much prefer to read than write.James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-38535952045502882792018-06-04T06:00:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:55:58.744-07:00Lee Allred Q&AWelcome back to the second (and final) week of this year's Mormon Lit Blitz. Today, we posted Lee Allred's "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/beneath-the-visiting-moon-by-lee-allred/">Beneath the Visiting Moon</a>." You owe it to yourself to read the story before the Q&A...check it out first, then come back for this behind-the-scenes look:<br />
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<b>At first, we read this story as a psychological study of the difficulties and trauma of returning home from war. It wasn't until just after we finished reading that we realized it's also a werewolf story. Which totally blew our minds: we loved the way the werewolf element deepened, in many ways, the exploration of trauma. What made you think of putting the two elements together? </b><br />
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Actually, I've been writing "movie monster" stories as Mormon Lit Blitz contest entries for some time now, looking at monster movie tropes through a Mormon lens. I've done already done vampires ("Where Nothing Lives But Crosses") and Frankenstein (the non-finalist "Organized Matter" -- which I'm working up as a longer piece), This year I did my werewolf piece.<br />
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As an Iraqi War vet myself, I guess it was natural to see lycanthropy through the lens of PTSD and how the Church assists returning wounded warriors through local ward Home Teachers.<br />
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<b>It's a bit unusual to take a fantastical element and make it so subtle--and yet so present at the same time. What advice would you give to someone who wants to pull off an effect like that? </b><br />
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Bit of mental ju-jitsu, really. Saturated with Hollywood and 24-hour news, the reader will come into the story with certain preconceptions about PTSD. You construct a story where the details all feed into those preconceptions. "Moon" can in fact be read as a straight PTSD story. Nothing per se violates that premise.<br />
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But the reader also has preconceptions about werewolves, and each of the details you put in are actually dual-purpose. They feed into those werewolf preconceptions, too.<br />
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As the story progresses, the details are more and more weighted towards the werewolf side -- raw meat, animal bite, moon, wolves howling -- until there is an obvious "aha!" moment with the big reveal.<br />
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Only you don't write the big "aha!" reveal. You end the story short of that. (The micro fiction format of Mo Lit Blitz aids in this regard; it’d be far more difficult in a longer piece. )<br />
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What you are left with is a mainstream PTSD story constructed in such a way that the reader's werewolf preconceptions are just starting to overcome their PTSD preconceptions right as the story ends.<br />
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<strong>What would you like to see more of in Mormon Literature?</strong><br />
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More Lee Allred stories. Somebody needs to prod that author into writing more of 'em! :)<br />
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Seriously, we're in the Golden Age of Mormon fiction. I feel sort of silly asking for more when our cup is so overflowing.<br />
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<strong>Where can we read more of your work</strong>?<br />
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I've had quite a few genre stories published in recent <em>Fiction River</em> anthologies. I have stories in the Mormon fiction anthologies <em>States of Deseret</em>, <em>Mormons & Monsters</em>, and <em>Dispensation</em>. My <em>Assembled Allred</em> collection is also still in print I think, and there should soon be a second Rookhouse Books collection appearing, hopefully before the end of the year. And you can always check 2016’s Lit Blitz and 2014’s Lit Blitz Meeting of the Myths monster mash-up for my finalist pieces there.<br />
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Also, keep an eye on my @lee_allred Twitter feed. I have a number of short fiction pieces coming out (sold seven this year so far) and some upcoming comic book stuff. I'll announce them on Twitter whenever my publishers give the go-ahead.James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-19652218315520323412018-06-02T06:00:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:56:13.844-07:00William Morris Q&A (After the Fast)<div>
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We're closing out the first week of the Mormon Lit Blitz with William Morris's "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/after-the-fast-by-wm-morris/">After the Fast</a>." Here's our Q&A. Feel free to add your own questions in the comments. </div>
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I included a character that was one of the Three Nephites in last year's Lit Blitz entry "<a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://lit.mormonartist.net/2017/06/there-wrestled-a-man-in-parowan-by-wm-morris/&source=gmail&ust=1527779795654000&usg=AFQjCNGBWWMeUh5jZc3ZladbKKbGKT9OXQ" href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2017/06/there-wrestled-a-man-in-parowan-by-wm-morris/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">There Wrestled a Man in Parowan</a>," but the story didn't require interpreting it that way, which delighted me because it seems like a lot of the stories that use the Three Nephites as a way to discomfit the institutional church and/or orthodox Mormon characters. A valid approach, to be sure, but not one that interested me so I figured I'd get mine out of the way (because, yes, every Mormon writer has to have a Three Nephites story). But then earlier this spring, the notion of what it'd be like to try to eat again after fasting for forty days and forty nights started rolling around my brain, and, like it always does, my brain revolted against the strictures I had tried to set for myself (like the time I decided I wouldn't be writing Mormon faithful realism anymore and then <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1932535921" tabindex="0">three weeks later</span> <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://www.dialoguejournal.com/archive/issue-details/?in%3D197&source=gmail&ust=1527779795654000&usg=AFQjCNHTvm8BuPxgF13eBP5Nru-b01VjTA" href="https://www.dialoguejournal.com/archive/issue-details/?in=197" rel="noopener" target="_blank">wrote the most Doug Thayerish story ever</a>). And it is easy to see why a Three Nephites story is irresistible: as doctrine and folklore, it's unique to Mormonism, and the mysterious stranger who is helpful but also a bit unsettling is a classic character trope.<br />
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I have. It was given to us either by a recent member or a long-time investigator. I believe she had made it not for a recent death, but for placing on the graves of loved ones. The version I had was starchy and chewy and not as sweet as it looked. Nor did it have cocoa powder on it or dried fruits in it. It was quite filling, though, and that's the most important thing for young missionaries. </div>
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Honestly, the ending of the story came as a complete surprise to me. More so than most of the stories I write. I wasn't planning on drawing on my mission experience at all. Indeed, I didn't know that the Third Nephite would go back to the dead woman's house until I wrote it. I had originally planned to take him to his favorite restaurant and have the story be more about aesthetics and memory than about grief and honoring the dead. And once he's at the house, he ends up in the basement. And what would be in the basement but food storage? And so then what would be a better way to break his fast than with food storage? But what are you going to do with barrels of wheat? And then that's where serving a mission in Romania and being able to draw on that experience paid off.</div>
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More novel-length fiction about sister missionaries. More stories about older Mormons, international Mormons, urban U.S./Canadian Mormons, rural but non-Intermountain West Mormons, etc. More fiction and nonfiction that takes Mormon history and theology/doctrine/folk beliefs seriously. More stories about single Mormons and childless Mormons and single parent Mormons. An alternate history novel where the United Order works and Mormons become the world's leading communitarians. An anthology of Mormon satire that skewers the larger world as much as it does Mormon life and culture. A romance novel where a recently married couple figure out how to mesh their differing backgrounds and orthopraxises in relation to Mormonism and the ending is happy but also bittersweet. </div>
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And, of course, more readers of Mormon literature, more venues where Mormon writers can publish their work, and, ultimately, actual paying markets for Mormon writers, especially fiction writers. <span class="im"><br /><br /><b>Where can we read more of your work?</b></span><br />
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Most of my Mormon-related short fiction from 2003 to 2015 can be found in the story collection <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://motleyvision.org/dark-watch-collection/&source=gmail&ust=1527779795654000&usg=AFQjCNEXDWDcDPSthdYhF8m-v3axK-orUw" href="https://motleyvision.org/dark-watch-collection/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Dark Watch and other Mormon-American stories</a>. I have also edited two anthologies: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://www.peculiarpages.com/books/monsters-mormons/&source=gmail&ust=1527779795654000&usg=AFQjCNGON0IL9dPrtW-0O9eIbdKYFJJ7jQ" href="http://www.peculiarpages.com/books/monsters-mormons/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Monsters & Mormons</a> and <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://motleyvision.org/states-of-deseret-anthology/&source=gmail&ust=1527779795654000&usg=AFQjCNHznHacM4b7eVYHq_nHEFlMzAS6ug" href="https://motleyvision.org/states-of-deseret-anthology/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">States of Deseret</a>. For more Mormon stuff visit <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://motleyvision.org&source=gmail&ust=1527779795654000&usg=AFQjCNFlts0Ibd8A6g3guuXEz8bF2O-CDQ" href="https://motleyvision.org/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">A Motley Vision</a>. And for my non-Mormon market work, see <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://www.frozenseapress.com&source=gmail&ust=1527779795654000&usg=AFQjCNHYhCkkkZT4wA0ASt8dq_g2P-nHsw" href="http://www.frozenseapress.com/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Frozen Sea Press</a>. </div>
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James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-63279590079376739672018-06-01T06:00:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:56:30.396-07:00Faith Kershisnik Q&A<div class="MsoNormal">
Today's piece is "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/06/counsel-by-faith-kershisnik/">Counsel</a>" by Faith Kershisnik. Take a look at the poem, then come back for the Q&A:<br />
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<b>A lot of Adam and Eve stories deal with the firsts, and this piece
features a cool one: the first surgery. The first time doctors ever talked
while their patients were under. What drew you as a writer to this moment? </b><u></u><u></u></div>
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interesting observation. Does it sound crazy to say I hadn’t thought of it at
all in those terms? I didn’t have a surgical scenario in mind when writing
this, but I was fascinated by the dramatic irony of God’s words to Adam regarding
the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. We know the story, we know that Eve and Adam
eat and don’t die that day (in the sense that we understand the term). There’s
some disconnect between what God says and what Adam could comprehend in that
moment, and then what he and Eve experience. So what do we do with that, as
readers? I wanted to play with Jehovah being in that position, dealing with the
disconnect, and getting a response directly from God. If this Jehovah has
anything in common with me, he would’ve been bursting at the seams to reconcile
the dissonance as soon as he had a moment alone with God, which happens to come
right as they put Adam in a deep sleep. I wanted the conversation to reveal
some of the complexity of that type of confrontation, to leave the reader with a sense of ‘huh,
yeah, what was the right thing to do here? Who’s position do I identify with?’<i><u></u><u></u></i></div>
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<b>Maybe it's cheating for us as readers to ask you this, but: what's
the relationship for you between the frame scene of forming woman and the
counsel God is giving the Son? </b><u></u><u></u></div>
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That’s totally
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…But I’ll indulge
you anyway. I think this is the part of creation where everything gets
interesting. I like that human relationship is in the process of being created
at the same time woman is created, and that this is a complicated,
conflicted relational moment between God and Jehovah, when he is also teaching
Jehovah about the complexities of human relationship. It felt like a great
moment to illuminate the death and destructive processes inherent in the
creativity of relationship. You don’t
get one in this world without the other.
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depends on whether we’re talking about literature with Mormon themes and
content for a Mormon audience, or literature written by Mormons. I should also
preface any responses with the admission that I’m not a Mormon literature
connoisseur, so undoubtedly I’ll say something really ignorant that
marginalizes someone’s work. Feel free
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As for literature
with Mormon themes and content for a Mormon audience, I’d like to see 2 things:
first, more Mormon midrash. More Mormons diving into scripture with their
imagination, coming up with more pearls to share with the rest of us. Second,
I’d like to hear/read more literature about people’s actual lived experiences
with Mormonism. We have loads of fiction at places like Deseret Book or Seagull
Books that idealize the Mormon experience, but I think there’s a disconnect
with those types of stories and what a lot of people are living now. I want art
that deepens (or demands that we deepen) how we apply faith in our real-life
struggles, rather than art that fantasizes about or sentimentalizes faith.<u></u><u></u></div>
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As for literature
written by Mormons but not exclusive to Mormon audiences, I’d like to see more
Mormons publishing literary work, in addition to the strong genre presence we
have out there. I know there are strong voices already in the mix, so I don’t
mean to dismiss their work; I just want to see more of us in the game. I think
we sometimes get a bad wrap for being ‘juvenile’ because there’s so much young
adult fiction out there, or for being incapable of writing and comprehending
tragedy because of our relationship to grief/the afterlife/eternal families,
but I feel there’s a richer and more faceted cultural voice that’s needing to
be shared. I don’t care what the literature is about and how ‘Mormon’ it is, I
just want to see it done and available for the world to experience.<i><u></u><u></u></i></div>
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<b>Where can we read more of your work?</b><u></u><u></u></div>
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I’m a rookie. I
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<a href="https://segullah.org/genre/contest-honorees/before/">read online</a>, and I’m currently working with Tryst Press to publish my complete
collection of poetry and short stories on the Genesis Creation myth in art book
form. Feel free to <a href="https://www.instagram.com/faith_kershisnik/">follow me on IG</a> for updates on the project :)</div>
James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-79744532043807851252018-05-31T06:00:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:56:45.228-07:00Tanya Hanamaikai Q&A Day four of this year's Mormon Lit Blitz is Tanya Hanamaikai's "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/05/new-rhythm-by-tanya-hanamaikai/">New Rhythm</a>." Here's a short Q&A about the story and her work:<br />
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<b>This story does a great job of letting us feel like we're in a complete world and culture in a very short word count. How did you come up with Morah's culture for this piece? </b><br />
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For my mom, our proud Mexican heritage runs deeper than Aztec sun stones and temples. She'd shout with gust a song from her time as a performer with BYU'S Lamanite Generation: "Yes, I'm a Lamanite, a true blue-blooded Lamanite! My fathers came from far across the sea!" When I set out to write a Lamanite story, I wanted those of us who have been taught that we are their descendants to recognize a bit of ourselves in their life style.<br />
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Every detail in this story was an opportunity to not only build a culture, but to also explore our relationship with it. My favorite line is, "Something in the ancient fathers' original Hebrew no one understood anymore."<br />
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<b>What would you like to see more of in Mormon Literature? </b><br />
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More writers who trust the value of what their diversity brings to our connection as Mormons, whether it comes from their rich culture, sole upbringing, or peculiar point of view.<br />
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<b>Where can we read more of your work? </b><br />
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My last Lit Blitz piece was Worthy World (<a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://lit.mormonartist.net/2017/06/worthy-world-by-tanya-hanamaikai/&source=gmail&ust=1527825260700000&usg=AFQjCNHHIKkxs9LqkSbJXIwOHXcc3_3zpA" href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2017/06/worthy-world-by-tanya-hanamaikai/">http://lit.mormonartist.net/2017/06/worthy-world-by-tanya-hanamaikai/</a>) And I blog now and then at <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://tanyahanamaikai.blogspot.com&source=gmail&ust=1527825260701000&usg=AFQjCNFPoqCAA0zmhwmM98t4i0WFuibm6g" href="http://tanyahanamaikai.blogspot.com/">tanyahanamaikai.blogspot.com</a><br />
<br />James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127231318556758701.post-37485756912947096122018-05-30T06:00:00.000-07:002018-06-10T21:57:04.153-07:00Katherine Cowley Q&A<div>
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Day three of this year's Lit Blitz is Katherine Cowley's "<a href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2018/05/a-perfect-voice-by-katherine-cowley">A Perfect Voice</a>." Here's a behind-the-scenes look at the story:</div>
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<b>Can you tell us a little bit about how you came up with Clara as a character and what interested you in her point of view? </b></div>
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For a long time I've wanted to write a story about a musical number that went terribly wrong, because sometimes I have been Clara, judging the merit of the musical numbers, and sometimes I have been on the other side, performing not-so-perfect music. A few years ago I was in a ward that had special musical numbers almost every week, and for a while I was asked to accompany many of them on the piano. Then one week I was <i>absolutely terrible</i>, so terrible that no one in that ward <i>ever</i> asked me to play piano for anything again. </div>
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When I began writing "A Perfect Voice" at first I considered a character who is a regularly-attending ward member, but there weren't any stakes--there was nothing at risk for the character--and so I ended up choosing an outsider, a visitor who comes expecting something completely different. As I started writing, I realized that for Clara to have her visceral reaction to the musical number, she needed a musical backstory, and suddenly I realized her past "failures" and I felt a connection to her, for all the things I have failed at and given up on. </div>
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<b>This piece deals the relationship between music and worship, and specifically about the role of ability vs. sincerity in making music. As a writer, I'm curious about whether you think the same ideas apply to any creative endeavor, or if there's something distinct about music specifically? </b></div>
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This is a question I'm currently wrestling with, something I'm trying to find the answer to. On the one hand, I think it's okay to set aside dreams--we can't all be bestselling authors, Broadway stars, Hollywood filmmakers, professional dancers, or in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. And yet in the parable of the talents, the Lord expects even the servant with only one talent to use it and not bury it. Some of the best talks I've heard were not given by polished speakers; some of the best desserts didn't look that attractive; some of the most welcoming homes are messy and would never be featured in an interior design magazine. Ability is important, and we can develop our abilities, but even if our abilities in whatever creative endeavors do not compare to those of others, I'd like to think there's a place for them and that they can greatly bless both ourselves and those around us.</div>
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<span class="im"><b>What would you like to see more of in Mormon Literature? </b></span></div>
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I would love to read more literature set outside of the United States, and I would love to read Mormon stories not originally written in English that have been translated.</div>
<span class="im"><b>Where can we read more of your work?</b></span><br />
<span class="im"><br class="m_8995619542861370362m_6864111602723557261gmail-Apple-interchange-newline" /></span> Most recently, I had a fairy tale novella published about a magical, ugly princess who rides a goat and fights with a wooden spoon; her new husband goes missing and it's a story about love and loyalty and struggle. The story is titled "Tatterhood and the Prince's Hand" and can be found in <i><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://www.amazon.com/Unspun-Collection-Tattered-Fairy-Tales/dp/1986727874/&source=gmail&ust=1527651906112000&usg=AFQjCNHdH-wkff8JFBBoL0mkINVyHR80jw" href="https://www.amazon.com/Unspun-Collection-Tattered-Fairy-Tales/dp/1986727874/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Unspun: A Collection of Tattered Fairy Tales</a></i>. In term of Mormon literature, I've been published <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=https://segullah.org/genre/contest-honorees/yongrui-and-the-tree-of-life/&source=gmail&ust=1527651906112000&usg=AFQjCNGu1cGts5pNM8XpJllhT_0A0oLv3w" href="https://segullah.org/genre/contest-honorees/yongrui-and-the-tree-of-life/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">in<i> Segullah</i></a>, in the <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://lit.mormonartist.net/2014/11/daughter-of-a-boto-by-katherine-cowley/&source=gmail&ust=1527651906113000&usg=AFQjCNGlMWUgDsC2FQZa90DrHOqlHvoCQg" href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2014/11/daughter-of-a-boto-by-katherine-cowley/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Mormon Lit Blitz's <i>Meetings of the Myths</i> contest</a>, and several times in the Mormon Lit Blitz (<a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://lit.mormonartist.net/2017/05/celestial-accounting-by-katherine-cowley/&source=gmail&ust=1527651906113000&usg=AFQjCNEsnZT5GDqKMD25C-6be1Mo-aO93g" href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2017/05/celestial-accounting-by-katherine-cowley/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">here</a>, <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://lit.mormonartist.net/2015/05/the-five-year-journal-by-katherine-cowley/&source=gmail&ust=1527651906113000&usg=AFQjCNEJdTcGk1zZ96_YkDR99y8p98ky7A" href="http://lit.mormonartist.net/2015/05/the-five-year-journal-by-katherine-cowley/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">here</a>, and <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://mormonmidrashim.blogspot.com/2013/05/in-which-eve-names-everything-else.html&source=gmail&ust=1527651906113000&usg=AFQjCNEE6sb7deJW0lIG-EQylZEGhY3Giw" href="http://mormonmidrashim.blogspot.com/2013/05/in-which-eve-names-everything-else.html" rel="noopener" target="_blank">here</a>). You can find links to my other published works on <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://www.katherinecowley.com/shortpublications/&source=gmail&ust=1527651906113000&usg=AFQjCNHA27cJNET0QpZsVmYQRvdKrZ0DaQ" href="http://www.katherinecowley.com/shortpublications/" rel="noopener" target="_blank">katherinecowley.com</a>.James Goldberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14422536627746885883noreply@blogger.com5