St. Benedict goes to Burning Man.

What do Benedictines have to do with Burning Man?.   Well, not much.   It is a Ven diagram with very little overlap ( I think I’ll wear my leopard skin habit with the blinky hood? #notsomuch).  But there is a reason I live happily wedged between these two very self-conscious groups of trouble makers.  And as we tip-toe across these last few hours of ordinary time and into a new season (meaning different things to each community) I have been compelled to really reflect on what is happening in my life because I how I live with these people and all of their, well, religious practices.

On the one hand Burning Man is the high holy days of the outlandish.  It is, as one has put it, yelling, “Theater in a crowded fire.”  It is so eccentric it burns its own center.   But it is also the fruit of human cooperation disciplined by techniques of

Burning Man

Burning Man (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

innovation, art, and engineering.  That cooperation and effort gives shape to things otherwise only in our dreams: cupcakes you can drive, fire breathing goat-buses, and victorian houses on wheels with a steam punk brass ensemble which features a flaming tuba.  If you think I am making this up you probably have not been to Burning Man.  If you close your eyes and think of something bizarre which simply cannot exist, it was probably there on wheels and serving pancakes last year.

Especially in Austin, early spring becomes a time of wild art forging in backyards, basements, and at the warehouse collectively rented by the ‘burner’ community.  At the end of may we will have conjured up a kingdom made of imagination, steel, fire, sugar and EL-wire.  There will be performances, not just rehearsals, but enactments of a world we are still making.   There is a strict code of principles which is pretty thoroughly enforced by the whole community.  We will spend the spring rousing our desires, thinking of others and working to offer something new to friends we haven’t even met yet.   When we get there we will all be together watching some of the great work of our hands disappear into fire and time.

Then there is this other community of costumery and performance to which I belong.  For them, wearing black habits and sharing a rhythm of life, work, and prayer is not buying into a genre, it is living in community. It is the building of a present and future kingdom that very much names who we are even today.    This Wednesday we will also burn things and even rub those ashes on our face and say,” …we aren’t there yet and one day I am going to die. better keep going.”  And we will work with each other, and for friends we haven’t met yet, to build that  kingdom.   It is a language, a code of virtues and ideals,  practices and a list of things we want to get done before the day arrives. We pray together, do the chores and mutually prod each other on letting the love of God and others be our only center, the only focus of our lives.

In terms of hope, work, and a shared imagination, these communities are very much alike.

We need people to be eccentric, off center, because right now “the center cannot hold.”  In the past couple hundred years we have made it our mission to all be ‘an individual.’  Unfortunately we have defaulted to doing this as consumers, purchasing  the trinkets of our identities online and in boutiques,  so that now everyone is so unique that we all start to look just like each other.

We share a wardrobe and a lingo, but without the true practices of community that can shape us and nurture our truest selves.

Im not saying more Christians should be burners.  Actually I have grave reservations about that as a project.   I feel quite certain St Benedict would have no real interest.  And not everyone should be a monk.  I am sure my burner friends agree.  But we all have to make our way to history’s version of Grandma’s Attic, or to life’s great toy chest,  to dig through its heirlooms and oddities to find out more about who we are, and more importantly who we could be with a little help from our friends.

What they have in common is that practice and cooperation, work and imagination carve out new possibilities for the world in a time when culture is about to flatline from all its consuming.  These communities are allergic to commodification.  Culture and  community have to be cultivated, not just preferred.  These are religious practices in that they are not merely internal beliefs I hold in hope that it gives me identity.  These are places I go to literally get named: names like like, ‘Super Duper,’ Saint Benedict,  Fr. Francis, or Doug Notfunnyatall

We are not just individuals.  But with our unique gifts, we are building each other’s lives, and others are helping us build our own.  This is a good season for us to reflect on what we want our lives, and other’s, to look like.  Just who do we think we are?

Calling all artists: hop in your potato sack race to the edge of the known universe to see if there is more.  Cheer each other on and name yourselves as camps, fools and prophets. Wear your shoes on your head and paint targets on your hearts and other’s. Beloved, let us also dig the mines of our faith.  Let’s befriend the saints of our inheritance.  We will scavenge what is old to fashion wisdom for today.  Rub ashes on you forehead. Read in dead languages and if you dare, pray.  Above all, do those thing you do which bind you together in community for there the delicate nuances of why God gave you to the world will  begin to shine through.  In doing so we might together discover the depths and breadth of what we can become.

And  for  posts about Burning Flipside Burners from Austin, TX. 

Taking Candy from Strangers: grace and the everyday gift economy

Eat at Joe’s: A beautiful story about what happens when a band of misfits and atheists get their hands on the Feast of St. Joseph.   

Its Burning Flipside season in the ATX, so stay tuned for some relfections on our burn,  It’s a time machine theme this year so I might actually meet St Benedict in person.  …yeah, pretty good chance I’m gonna blog about that….

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9 Responses to St. Benedict goes to Burning Man.

  1. You’ve probably seen this article—shoot, you probably brought it to my attention—but it seems on point.

    After wanting to go to Burning Man for years, I half-jokingly referred to my first trip there in 2009 as “the hajj.” On reflection, it was less than half a joke.

    • Actually Adam, I had not seen that article. Its great. Also the line I reference “Theatre in a Crowded Fire” is that book by Lee Gilmore on Ritual and Spirituality at Black Rock.

      As a religion scholar with a little emphasis in ritual, it was overwhelmingly fun being there. I thought my head would explode with ideas for articles while there. So just short of my head exploding I do unapolagetically participate if for no other reason than this is still a bunch of people who create culture. Its not only mind blowing, it maybe the freaks and artists who save civilation.

      In case of a Zombie Apocalypse the two places I would run first would be the Burner Warehouse in East Austin or my Monastery in California (http://www.saintandrewsabbey.com/), whichever was closest and not infected.

  2.     Turning and turning in the widening gyre
        The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
        Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
        Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
        The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
        The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
        The best lack all conviction, while the worst
        Are full of passionate intensity.

        Surely some revelation is at hand;
        Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
        The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
        When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
        Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
        A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
        A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
        Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
        Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

        The darkness drops again but now I know
        That twenty centuries of stony sleep
        Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
        And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
        Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

     
    W. Yeats

  3. While Burning Man may not say much to Benedectines, it surely has much to say to Western Christendom, as I argued in an interview with Ian Mobsby: http://www.emergingchurch.info/research/johnmorehead/index.htm.

    • Doug Harrison

      Thanks for the post John, and especially the link. I am pretty active in the Burner community in Flipside. Again, I think there is very little overlap but a very very important conversation that needs to happen. It is why, at the risk of my own soul ;) I keep going. I think it is more than just Burners exclusively but artists in general…. dangerous.

      I look forward to reading your posts

    • Doug Harrison

      I had a chance to skim that interview. Total fun. I don’t mention it here but I am an academic by training. Both in religion and theology. One might say I am an ivory tower anarchist. We talk a lot about TAZ’s around here. I hope perchance one day we end up in the same city and can sit down over tea and/or Texas Brisket and compare notes. Thanks for the link.

  4. I very much enjoyed your post! Thanks for following the trackback and leaving a comment. Be well and have an awesome time at Flipside!

  5. Well funny I was thinking of going as my character social monk:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=195wI25GGc8
    My friend and I dressed up as Monks and hitched hiked across the US!

    Maybe I will bring the monk to the burn this year! Great post thanks for putting it up. Sorry for talking about myself so much but I could not resist with the monk topic :)

    Paul
    twitter.com/paulcaridad

    • Doug Harrison

      Love the video. I am sold. Come out to Flipside and we’ll get our full monk on…