OK, so I lied about pre-posting all these Trickster posts… Didn’t quite get it done before flying out to Italy, so I’m standing coining Euros at some t’Internet machine at Pisa Airport waiting for my flight. It’s RyanAir. I could be a while.
So who is my last Trickster going to be? I’ve been mulling over the past week as I’ve basted gently on the sands of Viareggio: Saul Williams, Michael Franti, Gil Scott Heron, Chuck D? Or A N Wilson? Or Thomas Pynchon? Or Bill Viola?
All have enriched me at some point making me feel uncomfortable about some boundary I thought was fixed: muscially, textually, artistically.
While I’ve been cooking, I’ve also been reading ‘The Meaning of Jesus’ by Marcus Borg and NT Wright (sorry, can’t face hyperlinking all this stuff) – huge thanks to Andy Thornton for putting me on to it. More about why I’ve loved it another time, but in one of Borg’s chapters he really set me thinking about Christ as Trickster again – and just how important it is that we who claim to follow him do the same. So the Trickster I want to end with is us: the body, mind, walking, breathing, blood and guts of Christ. Unfortunately, I just don’t think that the Church in general is doing a very good job of playing Trickster to society that hosts it; my prayer is that those of us who are looking for something new to emerge – whatever that is – feel brave enough, confident in the example of our Tricky-kid leader, to get out there are engage in some serious subversion – to challenge boundaries, to throw some dirt around, to break comforts…. Not as an act of destruction, but, like all good Tricksters, to ‘make this world’ – as a creative act of faith and hope and love.
Last call… Better go fly.