AmericanFlier is a comparative study of World Arts, Science, Music, Literature, History & Culture: past, present and future, to encourage truthful examination of the Human Spiritual Condition and free and open discussion.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Healing Golden Roses (unfinished)

Healing Golden Roses (unfinished)
by J.A. Stratemeyer

Art Journal:
pastel & colored pencil on paper 8" x 10"
These roses were given to my wife after she had completed the grueling series of chemo & radiation treatments,
by the staff of the oncology unit where was treated.
(still afraid to give up those pencils at this point)

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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Spell Checker, Installment #1 - Incurable?

Spell Checker, installment #1
by AmericanFlier
I guess I got the spelling right. My spell check is telling me it is okay so I guess it is. It just doesn’t look right. You know what I mean? Incurable, sometimes you spell a word and it just doesn’t look right on paper or on the screen as it were. I am a notoriously poor speller, always have been. I am never quite sure if have spelled even the simplest words correctly. I am also good for using the incorrect homonym. (i.e. their & there) In fact, I just used the wrong spelling for homonym, and I wouldn’t have known it without the good’ol spell checker.
However, I have found that I must be careful with my word processor’s correction devices. Computers are very anal & can offer you corrections to what is already right or when you may desire the poetic or literary license to be wrong intentionally as in the case of contractions and the use of vernacular. Hence, in the case of the former, the corrector’s advice is incorrect and in the case of the latter, it is undesirable.
This, and here I am guessing again, is apparently the situation with the Art of Medicine. Immediately, without a second thought, I know that many would disagree and claim that Medicine is not an art but a science. In this commentary, I put forth the centuries old notion that Medicine is an art that uses the sciences. This is an idea that goes back to the Ancient Greeks and maybe even further. These people invented the idea of Physical Culture (in Western Civilization) and knew about the circulation of the blood, the importance of cleanliness and of proper diet and exercise. Many speculate that they had inherited a relatively fair grip on Pharmacology from the Egyptians, Babylonians and other predecessors. As an Art it is subjective and much testing and unexplainable phenomena happen during the diagnosis, treatment and healing process.
"Life is short, the art long, opportunity fleeting, experiment treacherous, judgment difficult"

(I don't really know where I am going this piece. I started it when my wife was diagnosed as terminal with metastatic carcinoma and given about a year to eighteen months to live. I just didn't want to believe the word incurable. So far the therapy has been effective and she is now considered in remission but the disease is still considered incurable, and the side effects of the treatment are horrible. Her doctors say they have just bought her some time. Take the time to leave a comment especially if you are going through a similar situation)
Incurable it is, and cancer finally took the beloved form my arms and placed her into the loving arms of Jesus. The loss is unbearable. In my heart I find there is nothing left to live for, though I know in my head I must go on. How hard it is to concentrate or find zest in any of my prior endeavors, this blog, or even the ministry to which I have been called. My mentor keeps challenging me to persevere, but I cannot find the energy. My heart is broken unto death. Help me my Lord in my destitute condition.
From blogger Philyr:
Two months later Aslan's heart gave out. The paramedics were summoned, but to no avail. The one who originated this blog, who used the pseudonyms of Aslan and Samuel Winterwood, has gone to his eternal rest and left the torch for another to follow. Should history ever care, few shall know who the true names of the bloggers were.
The following Obituary is provided as a parting accolade for the blogger:
Throughout his youth he was carried along in the ways of the world
Taking of its pleasures and conforming to secular voices.
He believed all the perplexing troubles surrounding him
Were common to all humankind.
He traveled beyond the limits of control where hidden forces
Began taking over till his life was not his own.
He tried to reach back, to escape the consequences of his unrighteous acts
Only to be powerless against those shadows of darkness
Separating him from free society.
He turned to religion expecting to find a new way
But religion only exposed his inadequacy.
His own confession was the ultimate discovery
That life was not about him,
But  about fellowship with the Savior of his soul.
It was there he found the power, the victory, the satisfaction
That filled the God shaped vacuum in his heart.
Through that fellowship he learned to love,
To serve, to be there when needed.
When the need was finally gone
He longed to be joined with his people.
It was then the God he loved and served
Mercifully took him home
To eternal rest and comfort.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Is It A Wall?

Is It A Wall?
or what
by J.A.S.
Art Journal:
Computer Generated
more work by J.A.S.:

Many families from around our nation feel the same

I just thought I should publish this because AmericanFlier is designed to be a public forum for review and commentary for all who wish to participate.
Yesterday a new member of another blog, in which I am a rather new member myself, spoke of his disappointment because a large agricultural company that had employed many members of his immigrant family, just up and pulled out of an area where they been for generations. They had been there so long they had become a local & family tradition. In the spirit of commiseration I wrote him this.
Many families from around our nation feel the same traditional emptiness as yours does my friend. Business is run by money, not tradition & most of them simply don't care what happens to communities after they close shop and go some place else (some do but the majority do not). Here we had several employers that were community traditions: Western Electric, Cross & Blackwell, General Motors, Bell telephone, Bethlehem Steel! & the Beta Shoe Company which closed up lock stock and barrel and left the people who had worked for them for decades with nothing. Although I would bet that the executives who ran these companies did okay for themselves. Sometimes it even happens on the whim of an owner or CEO. The Baltimore Colts snuck out of the city one night with no prior notice whatsoever, and the Brooklyn Dodgers just simply left N.Y. and these were teams the had huge followings and fanatic fans, with sold out season tickets every year and they were making money! And the list goes on. Even the Federal, state & local governments occasionally act with the same thoughtlessness for employees and communities that have served them for a lifetime. And I have my suspicions that it is going to get worse before it gets better
Whether it is right or wrong I am not wise enough to say, but that's Capitalism. I feel your pain, I have experienced that emptiness and that butchering of self-esteem and community pride by the loss of employment and community tradition. Welcome to ... maybe this will be a good place for you to vent?
May the God of Heaven and Earth bless all of you,
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