Archive for May, 2007

The Sound of Silence

May 30, 2007

 The Sound of Silence

 

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

 

      I was blessed with a really fun experience last Sunday, and that was being on the jury of a music competition hosted every year by my school, Studium Szkola Jenzykowa (Studium School of Languages).  This competition allows students to learn songs from the language and also any other dramatic performance along with that and perform it before an audience.  It was really fun to see some of “my” students perform and to listen to/ see the rendition of the songs they had learned.  Many of the songs were fairly meaningless pop songs and the younger ones had learned kiddie songs but to watch each person interpret their song was fantastic.  I feel like I can learn so much from their body language about what they think about the song, how much they understood the lyrics of what they were singing, and how much they have been coerced into a “style” of performing or not.  I find certain styles of voice modulating and breathiness in the singing to be pretty distasteful.  It is a learned performance habit and it is not genuine at all.  One particular performer almost sent me into an hysterical bout with laughter because their voice sounded identical to someone speaking on high-dubbing.  You know.  The kind that sounds like a really excited version of the Chipmunks, where all the words shimmer in their fevered-pitch and the voice is projected with more of an electronic than human vocal sound. But this particular voice was really “sighing/ breathy” too and so it made for a really hilarious combination in my opinion.  It was not the performers fault though.  I think that they were probably taught to sing that way.  I especially enjoyed handing out the awards to the winners in the children’s category.  One of the little girls, who actually had won first place, sat near the front of the auditorium and kept smacking her little fist into the palm of her hand.  I think that she knew she had done a good job or at least her best, and she looked up with pleading eyes that just begged to be chosen.  She must have been six or seven.  Her anticipation had to wade through the grueling moments as the second and third place winners were announced in her category.  I thought she would crumple under the excruciating tension.  But, joy of joys, her name was announced and she was up onto the stage in a few hops.  When I handed her the award, she looked up into my eyes and said: “Thank you, sir” in perfect English.  It was beautiful.

     One of the songs that was sang did really impress me alot.  The “Sound of Silence”.  The girl who sang it really powerfully interpreted its meaning through her style.  When Paul Simon wrote that song, I am not sure that he knew the power in the words that he had used to craft it, but it has spoken to me.  I think that many people may wonder what this song means.  I wonder also, but I think that it speaks very deeply to the human problem of communication; the lack of communication.  The lack of love. The song talks about neon lights stabbing the sound of silence.  It says ” People writing songs that voices never share and no one dare
disturb the sound of silence.”  Silence is something that grows like a cancer and even when there is a shout of desperation to know and to have relationship, it is lost in the sound of silence.  So, we can follow the progression from the idea of silence reigning to some difference, a startling difference, being made through the eerie glow of a neon sign.  This is an attempt to communicate through written words only.  But then, songs are written.  Songs that communicate words and ideas, but they are never sung by voices because people are afraid/ bound by silence. Silence becomes personified.  We do not want to “mess” with silence because it might become angry that it is crossed.  The songs moves on and says that “people bow before the neon God’s they’ve made”.  That is interesting to me because I know that the written word is the safest and easiest way to “communicate” something to someone.  I am doing it right now.  However, if it is used for the simple fact of protecting silence and for procrastinating on communicating, it is only causing the silence to grow like a cancer.  To divide relationships.  Thank you.

I will Highlight some things

May 23, 2007

    I have been very happily busy these days.  Since I wrote about Basso Profundo, I had my oldest sister Caia come and visit me here in Poland!  I think about our time together, and I feel deeply grateful that I was able to see my sister again and spend time with her face to face again. It was a img_0228.jpg experience for us both.  I think that not having seen my family for a long time gave me the feeling that sometime I would entirely forget what it was like to live in the US.  Those thoughts come with such intensity that you can recognize their edge of irrationality; however, it does make a man wonder sometimes.

Caia and I took a very special trip to the great city of Praga (Prague) in the Czech Republic the first week that she was here.  I must say that experience will probably be a “once in a lifetime” from an architectural standpoint and because I was spending the time with my sister.  I have always immortalized Prague in my mind because it is actually the city of some of my roots.  Now, the city is also a symbol in my mind of the great beginnings of the Reformation with Jan Hus and his “ground-shaking” ideas in the University of Prague.  He is really a man worth reading about because he had his mind set on truth which he eventually was martyred for.   The city itself was really amazing because it is so old that there is about every style of architecture, from Romanesque to Art Neuvo, represented throughout.  Some of the most enjoyable times for me were: climbing up the tower into the tower of the Church of Our Mother Mary and looking far out across the expanse of the city with all its terra-cotta roofs and feeling the breeze cool my brow; sitting on the terraces below the tenth century Strahov monastery and talking; taking in the orchards on the steep slope below, the people walking;  sitting in nice little cafes with Caia, talking and eating traditional Czech food.  If anyone ever goes to Prague, you need to try Swczkowa (roast beef in a sweet and sour cream sauce, garnish with cranberry sauce and whipped cream) served with knedlyki (seasoned bread dumplings, sliced for dipping in the gravy).  The Czechs are also very well known for their beer.  The Czech Republic is a huge consumer of beer, and they have been making it for the last thousand years at least.  Pilsner Urqell and true Budwar (Budweiser) are natives of the Czech Republic.  The city is full of amazing music with classical concerts every night.  Caia and I had a choice of about twenty or so different concerts to go to on Saturday night which was the evening we wanted to do so.  It was sort of a shame because we went to an amazing symphonieta concert in the St Nicholas Church on the Old Town Square, but it happened to be the same evening that a rock band was performing in lieu of the city’s annual marathon.  So, most of the concert was a colossal battle battle between musical genres from opposite ends of the spectrum. Dvorak and Madonna.  Which shall it be?  We spent three days in Prague together.

Caia and I also went to the concentration camp, Majdanek, in south central Poland.  It was a balmy if not nearly hot day, offsetting the sheer horror of what went on in that camp.  In my opinion, the best day to visit camps like these is one in the middle of February.  Cold, wet, bleak; with snow falling and the wind whipping through the buildings.  Any other weather is much too nice, giving you a false impression of the place.  I was particularly impressed by the camp at Majdanek because it is only about three kilometers outside of the the city of Lublin.  It is strange because almost all the other camps are somewhat removed from civilization.  I assume to create a distance barrier from anyone opposed to what was going on if nothing else.  For instance, the camp at Treblinka was so remote that Les and I could barely find it when we rode there last winter.  Hitler was planning for the camp at Majdanek to become the largest concentration area in the Nazi empire.  The original plans were for it to be nearly three hundred hectares in size.  Absolutely massive!  Like six hundred acres.  Only about a third of that was actually developed.

Our little church group had a retreat this past weekend.  We focused on the subject of prayer.  Talking about what prayer is and praying together as a group.  Learning and practicing different types of prayer.  I guess the two things that are really rooted in my mind about prayer is one:  prayer is spending time with God and He really wants us to do that; to spend time in His presence, with Him and two: prayer is a gift of worship that we have.  There is alot of freedom in the way that it can be done, but the beauty and power remains in praying and in every situation obeying what God calls from us.  It was a really good time of resting and having time to meditate and pray.  I am really encouraged to spend more time with God.  That is my prayer.

I cried when my sister left.  It was hard to see her go.