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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Poem - The Desire for Normal

is the the alarm clock
going off to wake you up,
seeing the people you know
making small talk
just to be polite,
and the other daily encounters
with the beauty
and ugliness
of human life.

When all of that
is replaced
by confusion,
the unknown,
and fear
you long for
one boring meeting.

Little in life
will make you ache
to sit with a co-worker
who you hate
only to have another
boring, pointless conversation.

Normal is only
important when
you don't have it.

Normal, "the norm,"
is also what
is accepted;
there is a proper
way to act,
and think.

When you are not
or cannot be so
you envy those who are;
you long most
to be those you
dislike most.

Truth doesn't help either;
normal is only
a statistical term referring
to "average"
or the cluster
of results in
the middle
of a graph.

When you don't have it,
or when you aren't normal
you will deny,
and connive
for just a little piece
of normal.

You will even grasp onto
the hope for normal
until it is yanked
from your fingers
and they bleed.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Mugsy Close-Up

Poem - Drive Thru

I place my order
(and of course I got the big fries)
and pull my new blue car around to wait
behind a red rust bucket Buick.

I watch the girl working drive thru
through the tinted window;
she is nothing outstanding
but she seems happy
in her job.

She turns to fill a soda
and I notice in her rear pocket
(okay I was checking her out)
a sonogram picture;
she seems so young
and yet she seems

As she hands me my drink and
we exchange money I resist
the urge to comment on the
picture in her pocket.
(What could I say anyway? I
don't want to come off as nosy.)

She says, "have a nice day"
in such a friendly way. She
must be happy with her life.

I take my food and drive off.
I take my food and drive off.

Sepia Sunset

Birds on a Wire

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Poem - Worse Than I've Dreamed

I have a list of things I dread;
I keep it tucked in folds of grey,
fear and chaos in my poor brain.

In the darkest moments of life
my list gives me a kind of peace,
no harm is worse than that I've dreamed.

For years my list remained unchanged.
I fear the dark of night, dislike
blinding sun, and hate our mean fate.

The day you died I lined out one
and then added two things to fear
I had no way to know before.

Thursday, August 05, 2010

The Inception of Guilt

SPOILER ALERT - If you haven't seen Inception, this will give away some of the plot.  However, I doubt it will ruin either your surprise as the plot unfolds in its entirety or your enjoyment of the movie.

Inception is a movie for the thinking man who also likes explosions, gun fights, and random destruction.  Those elements would be enough for most movies but this one also includes stunning visuals and a man's poignant struggle with loss and grief.

Cobb (played by Leonardo DiCaprio) is the leader of a group that specializes in entering other people's dreams, similar to The Cell.  Rather than trying to treat psychological problems of the subjects, Cobb's group attempts to extract information for purposes of corporate espionage.  There is a predictable military connection to the technology that allows this ability.  When Cobb is propositioned to implant an idea in a subject's mind it leads to planning, rehearsal, and revelation worthy of any caper movie.  This is also the source for the title of the movie.

The recent death of my own wife has made me more likely to latch onto stories like Inception.  However, this movie presents the impact of grief and the struggle back to normalcy as a central theme.  I would argue that it becomes the focus of the question(s) an audience member is left with at the end of the movie.  It is Cobb's inability to let go of his own feelings of guilt that cause him to keep his wife "alive" in his own dreams in a way that is unhealthy psychology and detrimental to his business.

C. S. Lewis, in A Grief Observed, describes his own grieving process after the loss of his wife.  Lewis talks about the dangers of keeping and using our own memories and images of the dead:  "But the image has the added disadvantage that it will do whatever you want.  It will smile or frown, be tender, gay, ribald, or argumentative just as your mood demands.  It is a puppet of which you hold the strings."  Cobb sees his dream visits with the specter of his wife as his only moments of happiness.

I too have desperately tried to hold onto memories, mental images, and the sound of Colleen's voice.  At just under three months I find that those things are already hard to bring into focus.  Unlike Cobb however, it wasn't until about two weeks ago that I had the first dream (I remembered upon waking) with Colleen in it since her death.  I woke up crying; this is by far not the first time in the last three months that has happened though.  This experience of grief was different because it was inspired by the dream.  This dream was nothing that unusual; it drew mainly on the experience of being in the hospital with Colleen.  It is this very "real" element of the dream that was so disturbing.  Why would my mind want to go back to a time when Colleen was suffering so much?  Why didn't it focus on our first kiss, our wedding, or our trips together?  I don't know.

Cobb seems to have had the exact opposite problem; that might be a risk of a profession that puts you so intimately in touch with the inner workings of dreams.  Cobb's wife interrupts his work though.  The unconscious manifestation of his wife works actively to undermine his missions to extract information from various "subjects."  This leads to some of the most action packed and suspenseful sequences in the movie.  I believe it is also one of the reasons that the plot is both complicated and rich.  Since these projections of his wife are coming from Cobb himself, we are left to wonder what subconscious reason Cobb has to cause them to be working against him. 

There is a lot to be said for the motivations in creating such an elaborate memory.  In Cory Doctorow's recent short story, "Ghosts in My Head," the first person narrator explains that her mother died when she was 14, and from that point on her mother became a sort of Jiminy Cricket in her mind telling her when to be cautious and how to more accurately perceive the world.  The narrator proceeds to explain that her mother is only one of many "ghosts" she keeps in her head.  Many fictional characters are there too.  We learn that the narrator is the inventor of a technology that maximizes the ability of advertisers to implant such characters into the emotional centers of people's minds.

This is a frightening proposition.  Yet if you look at the entire history of religion, media, philosophy, mythology, and art you will find that this has been the goal all along.  While it would be more accurate to say that this is only one goal, there is no denying that Jesus, Walter Cronkite, Socrates, Zeus, and Salvador Dali have all entered people's minds and served as guides and mentors.  The narrator in Doctorow's story and many of the people who carry images in their minds of the men listed above have done so to help themselves try to be better people.  Cobb has kept his "ghostly" wife around simply because of guilt.

Guilt is the most complex and corrupting idea implanted in men's minds.  No one has to break into our minds to put it there; we create it ourselves.  No one else can convince us to let go of it; we hold it to be a badge of honor and a scarlet letter at the same time.  We want everyone to know how guilty we are as a confession of our love while at the same time we believe ourselves to be more capable than we really are.  We create guilt because we believe that not only could we have done more we should have done more.  There is a vast amount arrogance in such a belief; we who cherish our guilt overestimate both our ability to do and our ability to foresee the future.

The wife of Cobb's dreams becomes his refuge from what he perceives to be a much harsher reality.  C. S. Lewis cautions against not accepting the facts.  "Will nothing persuade us that they are gone?  What's left?  A corpse, a memory, and (in some versions) a ghost.  All mockeries or horrors.  Three more ways of spelling the word dead.  It was H. I loved.  As if I wanted to fall in love with my memory of her, an image in my own mind!  It would be a sort of incest."  It is Cobb's own mind recognizing this "incest" that causes his memories of his wife to turn on him.  He knows he has to let go of the guilt but this guilt is the strongest connection he has left with his wife.

I hadn't thought about the process of grief enough to have actively set out on a path different than Cobb's.  I have had my moments (hours, days, weeks) of reveling in grief, guilt, and pain.  However, I also believe that I am forming a healthier response to my loss than Cobb did.  I have confronted those negative emotions head on.  I have been trying to recognize the lessons that Colleen shared with me as I have been trying to honor her memory and the time we had together.  Hopefully I can be a better person with my own little Jiminy Cricket like version of Colleen in my head.  Thank you to everyone who has been there to help guide me, share with me, and tell me it is okay to "only be as strong as I have to be."

Evening Walk = Blood Donation

Testing the macro mode on my new camera. This is a bit blurry.
However, that fact that it was rather low light and that I was rather
impatient to "dispatch" this bug it isn't too bad.

Missy's Fangs

Sometimes a yawn looks a lot like a roar.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Dainty Miley

Miley holds her chew bones upright with her paws and works her way
down. Very cute and dainty. Note her licking her chops in the first

Ant's Eye View