The Greatest Ending

in the history of the English novel:

“It is a far, far better thing I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”–spoken by the about-to-be-guillotined Sydney Carton, Charles Dickens’s most heroic protagonist in the classic A Tale of Two Cities, who bravely sacrifices himself for the happiness of the woman he loves, but, tragically, will never achieve.

The Antiheroic, Cynical Twentieth-Century Variation:

“What can I do, Holly? Be reasonable. Give myself up? This is a far far better thing. The old limelight and the fall of the curtain. We aren’t heroes, Holly, you and I. The world doesn’t make heroes outside your books.”–spoken by Harry Lime (Orson Welles) in Carol Reed’s movie The Third Man, script by Graham Greene. Lime is an underground drug smuggler on the lam, who has caused the deaths of many innocent victims, and who coldly refuses to help and betrays his former lover Anna who has been jailed by the police.

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September

In the fall we drift along
the tree-lined streets
of unfamiliar places.
Leaves cover everything:
sleepy cars and houses
sidewalks and our coats.

My son drags his foot
beside the curb
like a street-cleaner
but even he admits
we could never hope
to hide these dead
in all the sewer grates.

Joggers and young girls
with dogs pass by
and look at us as if to say
‘you don’t fit our decor.’
The leaves, uncaring,
fall in slow time
wordless to the earth.

I used to think
that streets like these
were only meant for lovers
and their lonely ways,
but how wrong can one be
about yellow, red, and green?

In the fall they drift along
the tree-lined streets.
The man is crunching memories
as he watches his son
run on ahead
laughing with the wind
and leaves.

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Perspective, indeed. Written two decades ago when my son was about 6 or 7 as we partook of a special annual ritual begun years before with his older sister–what we called “leafing”. Nature again presenting the context for a moment of being and unfolding process and consciousness. Hard to pick a favorite personal stanza, but I think the fourth is what I personally learned about perspective and being “wrong” about something. There is definitely more than one perspective here, but in end I have always preferred to empathize and identify with my son in the final image. He and nature have and had the last say in this memory.

(1st published here Aug. 26/2012)

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Goodbye Edmo

Hello Katzville!

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(Give us this day our daily major overhaul and deconstruction. Permanence and stability ‘no longer live here’.)

News item: Katz reveals new downtown skyscraper and other development in Edmonton

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note/Sept 27: Katzville as a term has only started to be used this past week in Edmonton media, a month after I coined it.

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The Night of the Iguana

(epigraph)

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night–
We talked between the Rooms–
Until the Moss had reached our lips–
And covered up–our names–

–Emily Dickinson, excerpt #449, “I Died for Beauty”

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Compulsion

This odd 1959 movie was one of two popular movies about the famous 1924 “Crime-of-the Century” Loeb-Leopold thrill-killing . (The other was Rope directed by Hitchcock, which focused on the suspenseful lead-up to the discovery of the murder victim’s body.)

Compulsion is broken up into three parts: 1) getting to know the teenage killers (nastily played by Bradford Dilllman and Dean Stockwell) after they have committed murder, 2) the identification of them as the murderers by the prosecution (veteran actor E.G. Marshall), and 3) their defence by their Clarence Darrow-like lawyer memorably played by Orson Welles, who is said to have directed the courtroom scenes.

There is a fair bit of suspense in part 2 and (spoiler) part 3 focuses on the strategies used by the defence lawyer to dodge the death penalty. In fact, the movie settles in by the end to become a liberal plea for mercy and a more civilized justice than the bloodthirsty hanging the ‘mob’ and biased jury would have preferred, and the murdered boy, ironically, got.

The acting is uniformly good except for a strange, ambiguous portrayal by Diane Varsi who is nearly raped by one of the bad guys and yet forgives him. (Though that choice is reflected later in the ending and the script’s and director Fleischer’s sympathies.) One oddity is the film’s title which doesn’t fit the boys who committed murder as a cold-blooded experiment. The title possibly refers to both the mob and prosecuting lawyer that have ‘compulsions’ to see the murderers get the death penalty, or the defence lawyer’s compulsion (which was historically true for Darrow) to take on the most sensational or most challenging defenses in his long career.

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55 years later, states with the death penalty outnumber those without 32 to 18. Three of those states without favored the film’s main purpose and thesis long before this film: Michigan 1846, Wisconsin 1853, Maine 1887 (state license plate: Live Free or Die).

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On Fear

“We fear the thing we want the most.”–Dr. Robert Anthony

“Fear is the prison of the heart.”–Anon

“Of all the passions, fear weakens judgement most.”–Cardinal De Retz

There is no greater self-imposed limitation than fear itself. Fear limits us from truly living and loving fully and freely. No question. I have watched others limit themselves this way time and time again. As I have said earlier elsewhere, we truly do it to ourselves by limiting ourselves from the fulfilled lives and loves we might otherwise have. These would be the most needlessly damaging and inhibiting manacles we put on our own lives. We and no one else. Ironically, this, in an otherwise world of beautiful limitless possibilities.

(previously published Nov 3/2013)

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Fear

is easily the most limited and limiting factor in people’s lives. No fear is worse than irrational, ego-based, self-imposed fear.

“A man can do all things if he will.”–Leon Battisa Alberti (as demonstrated by Roger Ebert’s life after his jaw replacement and Beethoven’s amazing works after his deafness set in)

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On the Necessity of Being an Individual

“The boughs of no two trees ever have the same arrangement./Nature always produces individuals.”–Lydia Maria Child, Letters from New York–second series (1845)

‘Connection’ is a desirable aspect potentially achievable with the dead and living, and via the real, fictional, and online–but it is best, of course, realized through close connection to friends, a ‘significant other’, family, one’s children and (great) grandchildren.

However, the fact remains that we are all of us individuals and regardless of how connected with and empathetic we are with others, our main consciousness and experience is largely ‘separate’, separated, unique, and individual. We are each of us defined and, to some extent, limited by those two things. We, each of us, have individual characters, personas, values, beliefs, styles, voices, senses of humor, and so forth which identify us and which are uniquely us.

Much of our days are spent ‘inside’, largely isolated from others. Our inner life and personal experience are how we, to some extent too, measure many, if not most, of our interactions with others, places, and events. Often, we are comparing and measuring our relative contentment, satisfaction, happiness, status, and success during our contacts with others.

The fact is, as any depressed person or psychologist would likely tell you, we have to live with ourselves, accepting who we are, our limits and limitations. Oftentimes, our dreams may frustrate us by the simple fact they cannot be achieved or don’t match up significantly with those of others we wish to be with or, perhaps, love.

“To have one’s individuality completely ignored is like being pushed quite out of life
Like being blown out as one blows out a light.”–Evelyn Scott, “Escapade”

Hamlet’s “To thine own self be true” has long offered a wisdom and perspective about these conflictful matters. The honest person and the most self-accepting person is the one who is and remains true to his/her own personal nature and potentialities, with all the limits and limitations that that thought implies.

Ironically, it is on the basis of self-acceptance and self-knowledge that one can proceed to have a good, happy, fulfilled life. Obviously, freedom has a lot to do with this possibility once adulthood has been achieved. The lucky persons who are free are able to construct his/her own day, make of it as they choose, even without worrying how much something may cost. The true individual moves through the day without worrying what others will think of his/her dress, appearance, behavior, and choices. He or she makes his/her own day or own life.

The true individual kowtows to no external, extraneous, bogus authority who prescribes how others should live. The free-est individual is able to think and create freely, expressing whatever he or she thinks. It is from such a position of self-possession and conscious will that individuals can and ought to live freely with as much social interaction and connection as they choose or require.

The simple fact, too, is that we are who and what we are. For that, we need may make no apologies if we do not conform to the many wishes, limits and limitations imposed on us by others. It is for others to figure out their own responses and to construct their own meanings within their own lives and worlds. Although we can offer our best opinions, advice, and help, it is up to others to make their own meanings and purposes as individuals within their own lives and experiences. In that, the free-est and best sense of what it means to be an individual and to account for the unique individuality of each of our basically autonomous lives.

“I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.”–Emily Bronte, “Stanzas”

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Connection to self is as important, if not moreso, than connection to others, as noted in the previous entry.

Although we each may have limits and limitations, it would be a far worse thing to be living life mostly on others’ terms. It is important to know or find out who we are and to be what we are and find our own best meanings and life purposes. Socrates’ “Know thyself.” Pretty basic.

To really know, accept, understand, and appreciate any other person, we may have to accept their limits, flaws, weaknesses, and foibles as well as their positives, strengths and talents; in short, to know, accept, understand, and appreciate them as they totally are, as unique individuals. In Citizen Kane‘s climax, “Rosebud” turned out to be a key missing piece, though only one of the numerous jigsaw pieces that made up Kane, reflected in turn by the many episodes and eyewitnesses of his life story.

(previously published here Aug. 24, 2012)

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The Desperate Hours

This 1955 suspense classic directed by the great William Wyler (The Best Years of Our Lives) stars Humphrey Bogart and Fredric March. (Today, of course, if remade, it would be drenched with swearing and sexual situations.)

As suspenseful as a good Hitchcock movie, this film shows how truly talented people could put together a superior vehicle that can still entertain audiences 58 years later–a far cry from the weak crap pervasively around in theatres today. The plot itself is about three escaped cons holding a middle-class family hostage while they wait to make their getaway. All sorts of things go wrong as is typically the case with anything involving human beings and director Wyler skilfully keeps the viewer interested with many unexpected twists.

Black and white cinematography is at its peak here; there are several striking scenes and camera angles involving stairs and the upstairs and downstairs floors simultaneously. The 1950s is faithfully represented by artifacts such as transistor radios and by aspects like three-times-a day mail delivery in American cities; Wyler’s visuals also faithfully capture the ’50s look and style of cars and home interiors.

This movie is thoroughly engaging and entertaining. Much of its effects depend on the maintenance of believable suspense for characters and audience alike. Unlike today’s movies which pander and cater to the lowest of low, this film demonstrates true courage and appeals to people’s better qualities and instincts. Wyler ultimately balances the picture of humanity here while making fear realistic and palpable. Recommended for viewers who enjoy strong cinematic tension without modern coarseness and purposelessness.

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Best Documentary 2013

The King in the Car Park, U.K. tv documentary. Humorous host Simon Farnaby joins Ricardian (Richard III society member) Philippa Langley on her quest to find/dig up long-lost body of Richard III in Leicester. Langley has a hunch about an “R” on parking lot surface and the first place the project crew digs turns up the missing king. As quest goals go, a million-to-one hunch based on intuition which yields total success. Documentary traces the dig process, the DNA match with Richard’s ancestor today–a Canadian, the bones analysis indicating details of king’s murder and humiliation, and an amazing facial reconstruction/match with the traditional portrait. Below my poem from last summer written after one/first viewing of documentary:

A Buried Life

O brave new world,
what fools these mortals be!
They found me under a car park
several feet down–Richard.
A gentle woman’s touch
released me from my private peace.
A slow, loving process
I had never known before.

Conniving and entitlements,
I once wanted it all.
Little did they who found me
know I wanted to be left
alone where I could not be hurt
again, to suffer more indignities.

And so they boxed and dated me,
then stood around my bones
in dark sterile rooms
wondering who I really was.
It was just a matter of more time
till technology and speculation
would have their way with me,
my puzzle bones and their agendas.

They rejoiced to restore me
(or so they thought),
missing every inner bit that mattered
of feeling, dream and passion.
A life, a man, being so much more
than identity and mere evidence
that I was once was and still am here.

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