{"id":1769,"date":"2016-05-06T09:36:57","date_gmt":"2016-05-06T13:36:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.paracletepress.com\/?p=1769"},"modified":"2016-05-10T13:28:45","modified_gmt":"2016-05-10T17:28:45","slug":"art-from-the-burbs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.paracletepress.com\/index.php\/art-from-the-burbs\/","title":{"rendered":"ART FROM THE BURBS?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>By Tania Runyan, author of four poetry collections, including <\/em>Delicious Air<em>, which was awarded Book of the Year by the Conference on Christianity and Literature.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Can any real art come from the suburbs?<br \/>\n<\/em>This question popped up on my Facebook feed a few weeks ago. I immediately came to the defense of the writers, musicians, painters, and dancers who create their work on these leafy avenues.<\/p>\n<p>Because if anyone should receive an embossed certificate for living a fully committed suburban life, it\u2019s me.<\/p>\n<p>I grew up in southern California\u2013first in Lakewood, the town D.J. Waldie made famous in <em>Holy Land: A Suburban Memoir,<\/em> then Rossmoor, one of our nation\u2019s first walled towns. After spending adulthood bouncing around the Chicago <em>area <\/em>with my husband, we now live in a far-flung burb near the Wisconsin border. Our town adjoins a major amusement park and outlet mall.<\/p>\n<p>Suburbs have changed over the years. They\u2019re more diverse in their populations and often easier to afford than the cities they surround. But they are still the suburbs.<\/p>\n<p>Communities planned by developers lack the heritage and charm of historical cities or rural towns. I know this. I see the Nails\/Subway\/Fro-yo\/Walgreens strip malls flanking the boulevards overrun with Disney-stickered minivans. I don\u2019t pretend that the mass-market watercolor prints in my kid\u2019s orthodontist office are on par with the paintings hanging in the Art Institute of Chicago.<\/p>\n<p>But still, I take issue with the assumption that good art can\u2019t come from these places. Suburbs have their flaws, most notably their legacies of conformity and exclusion. \u201cWhite flight\u201d is an all-too-common dark spot on many families\u2019 timelines.<\/p>\n<p>But these legacies on their own don\u2019t remove the potential for creative expression. For a few generations, now, the suburbs haven\u2019t symbolized escape. They\u2019ve meant home, as real as a city storefront or rural dirt road.<\/p>\n<p>Where there is no art, we\u2019ve come to understand, there is no spirit. And even up in these dull parts the Spirit whips through me, batters me like a picket fence in a storm.<\/p>\n<p>In my forthcoming poetry collection <em>What Will Soon Take Place<\/em>, I journey through the book of Revelation as a 40-something suburban mother of three. If I am to believe that God speaks through scripture through all time, I must trust that even someone like me, far removed from wild-eyed John in the cave on Patmos two thousand years ago, has a way to respond.<\/p>\n<p>What is real to me? Fast Food. Chain clothing stores. Dogs roaming the sidewalks. In these mundane patterns of suburbia, the voice of God still speaks.<\/p>\n<p><em><br \/>\nThe Things That Must Soon Take Place<br \/>\n<\/em>Will not rush through your heart like ball lightning.<br \/>\nThey will smolder under your skin as you wait<br \/>\nfor your chalupa in the drive-through<br \/>\nor latch the dressing room door at Old Navy,<br \/>\nwanting nothing more than to pull a preshrunk T<br \/>\nover your head in peace. But you must steady yourself<br \/>\non the purse hook, nauseated by the spirit<br \/>\nburying inside you like a tick. Soon you will see<br \/>\nseraphim wings in the price tags,<br \/>\nhear trumpets in the vents. You will awaken<br \/>\nto asphalt poking your soles like swords of fire,<br \/>\nto the grocery bagger&#8217;s billowing breath.<br \/>\nThese things will not horse through you<br \/>\nbut nudge you like a dog in the street,<br \/>\na matted earthbound begging for your touch,<br \/>\nwet nose you&#8217;ll never wipe off.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1770\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.paracletepress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tania-Runyan.jpg\" alt=\"Tania Runyan\" width=\"552\" height=\"464\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.paracletepress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tania-Runyan.jpg 552w, https:\/\/blog.paracletepress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tania-Runyan-150x126.jpg 150w, https:\/\/blog.paracletepress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tania-Runyan-300x252.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.paracletepress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Tania-Runyan-357x300.jpg 357w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 552px) 100vw, 552px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Tania Runyan, author of four poetry collections, including <em>Delicious Air<\/em>, which was awarded Book of the Year by the Conference on Christianity and Literature. Her forthcoming volume will appear with Paraclete Press, <em>What Will Soon Take Place<\/em>, an imaginative exploration of the final biblical book, <em>The Revelation to John.<\/em> Her poems have appeared in many publications, including\u00a0<em>Poetry, Image, Harvard Divinity Bulletin, The Christian Century, Atlanta Review, Indiana Review, Willow Springs, Nimrod<\/em>, and the anthology\u00a0<em>In a Fine Frenzy: Poets Respond to Shakespeare<\/em>.\u00a0 She lives and writes in suburban Chicago.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Tania Runyan, author of four poetry collections, including Delicious Air, which was awarded Book of the Year by the Conference on Christianity and Literature. &nbsp; Can any real art come from the suburbs? 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