St. John The Divine

17265119_10154207199835974_6740767031188008985_n.jpgPERFORMANCE TONITE. Opening for the conversation of Savoj Zizek, Janine Antoni and Sister Prejaen, we kicked off our show with the names of the cop-killed citizens, black or hispanic-american. The names echoed up the walls of the biggest cathedral. Then our mash of the YB Yeats poem "The Second Coming" into Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson's classic. 

We'd been working on "Widening Gyre" for a couple weeks and came out sweet and haunting. Then came our update of the The Beatitudes, with the first one "Blessed are those who confuse Consumerism with Freedom, you'll be delighted to discover the difference." The last Beatitude was "Blessed are those who see the Earth shining in an act of justice." 

My sermon followed, with the 750 people quite still. I tried to get them to shout along as in "Somebody give me an Earthalujah!" or "Somebody give me a Pussylujah!" But the cathedral has a quality of stillness and after all, it is an Anglican cathedral, the largest gothic cathedral in the world. Eventually the discussion of immigration and the proposal for a fierce kind of Gandhi-esque dramatic activism, did win them over. We take this song-song-sermon ritual back now to the next fossil fuel bank lobby.