2003-04-24 - 11:35 a.m.
easter sunday: this morning everyone is painted up like so many brightly-coloured easter eggs, and with much the same spiritual significance. they've turned the service (as usual) into a variety show. granted a Jesus variety show, but an amateur circus, nevertheless, complete with synthesizer and karaoke. and for all the lights-camera-action of the thing, we are still incapable of tapping tiniest vein of the occasion in order to turn it into some sort of devotional sentiment. still, the heart-cracking gravity of the day manages to glint through the seams of this gaudy costume with which we embalm the Almighty indecency. i do miss the Mass.
what is this longing that finds its way into our hearts, creeping in the back door, making no sound until it is upon us? this desire that breathes in at the corners of our existence, its object unknown and its source unclear... i had thought i had lost it, but here it is, stinging my eyes and crushing my chest as if i were just newly seventeen again.
the resurrection, this year, is personal. not blindingly brilliant or instantaneous, not heralded by heavenly messangers, nor even by a profound religious experience. it's more like waking into sunlight, slowly becoming more and more aware of the patient day waiting just outside the window.
i would like to say that wim wenders is indeed one of my favourite directors. his taste in friends doesn't hurt him any either. i just saw million dollar hotel, which was produced by your favourite flagrantly flamboyant artist and mine, paul hewson, also known as bono. wenders is, at times, almost awkward in his artsy use of the camera, but the acting was great, the story - surreal, the music - superb.
i would love to go on and on, but i really must go. duty calls, or uh... officium vocat. yes that's it
ciao.
