Thursday, June 4, 2015

Minding My Own Business! Minding My Ps & Qs!


Minding My Own Business!  Minding My Ps & Qs!


I am an adult, a responsible and very nice woman.  A woman with a few graduate terminal degrees and a multitude of graduate studies; someone interested in society, fairness, value and fair-play.  I am patient and overall, able to discuss and be in the company of anyone and everyone. Some people would say that I am very nice.

Oh my!  Is this what they mean by being on the edge of a Social Revolution?  My students barely squeak by, taking classes and working menial jobs to keep things together enough to move forward with college studies.  As Adjunct Faculty, I am in the same dilemma of figuring out who to pay, and the pressure to teach more classes and tutor takes away from my life; from quality of life.  I love teaching and the process of learning; the lit and the writing; otherwise, how could I commit to such a career decision that leaves me in a quandary of how to live a life that matters; not in terms of connecting to the lit and the discussions and the students; but how to decide whether or not to pay the electric bill or the rent. 

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Physicist - Hopeful


There was a physicist from Russia, no from Austria & educated in Russia, Moscow specifically.

He had such hopes to crack the theories that were, thus far, science fiction.  He loved the puzzles and the possibilities.  He was invited to the US to research the theories most challenging.  He accepted.  He found himself outside of Boston, living in Cambridge & researching north of the city in a cubicle, a very small isolate space.  He didn’t care that he was so isolated and that he worked alone and without collegial companionship.   He knew that his vision would become a universal truth.  He was grateful that he had the funds to pursue his dreams.

He was still hopeful.

Jetties - Youthful Perceptions


                                                                                                                        J.K. Cosmos

 

Jetties

            Waves-

                        caressing the rocks

                                                gently

rhythmically, steadily biding

            time of those who hear

                                    & those who will –

 

            Pebbles framing the

                        majesty of the rocks

            Gently soothing

                                    gently buffing

                                                the rocks.

 

White tips

            frothing tips

                                    of waves

gentle & soothing –

                                    reflective!

 

Performing Arts & Nostalgia


J. K. Cosmos

Performing Arts and Nostalgia….


            Beyonce singing 'The Way We Were' for Barbara Streisand at the NY Performing Arts Center had me sobbing so hard that I could barely hear the song. Close up on 'Barbara' and not a tear! How stoic of her to listen and have her neutral face on national television -- a face without emotion.

            For me, sitting on my quilt, the pillows propped on the bed--I gasped and cried aloud, without shame.

            Hubbell-that beautiful Robert Redford, gently leading his lady to a life of ease, of love. She wouldn't have any of it and moved forward for social justice and for her own independence, self-reliance and meaningful support of those unable to speak for themselves. The way we were...I couldn't breath..I recognized Barbara's character and the pathos of the her choices, love and life--changing society and helping others.

            So crying hard for the film and for myself, I tried to hear the words as Beyonce belted it out with renewed vigor and youth. Youth and idealism and years passing life to what significant goal. Study and discussions, talking and listening to what end? A lifetime of ideals and hopes to make a change for naught?

            My teary eyes filled up again, as I realized the film and my life choices overlapped, parallel story-lines.

            Robert Frost's poetry on choices and the path not taken, making all the difference. What difference? And to whom? Does the effort and painful choices really matter? Would a position as a CPA be just as meaningful, helping clients with taxes?

            Did my parents and professors lead me to a path of ever-circular challenges and never-ending struggles? They did and I cannot decide whether to thank or curse them.

 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Writers, feeling compelled to write

Teaching Freshman English & presented Bukowski recently - his poem on writers writing - the rant, the rave, the energy to write and to have the burn to do so....is it mine?  Is that energy compelling me to write?  The answer in times gone by was a resounding 'Yes'.  The answer now has blurred with life.  Life!  Challenges and the daily grind - the routine & parts of living that our parents talked about to each other - the parts of living that we may have turned a blind eye towards - as life's adventures, lessons and most certainly love - prevailed.  Love included and continues to encompass Living & Politics and those core values of our youth ...the principles of philosophers and the principles of our younger self.  Our truer self?

And so it goes..from teenage questioning - to youthful experimentation............
The now of it - not so clear, not so definitive.

Travelling too quickly from youth to age & wondering about the in-between.  What is it that threads the life-force and what is it to be passed along to the next generation?
Namaste. 

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mothers' Day - 2014

Reflections on parenthood; on motherhood.   When was it that wishing for a baby, having a desire for a child was fulfilled and the idea became reality?  When did that wish and longing become the 'now'?

Mothers' Day & taking time to reflect and think about the 'before' becoming a Mom and the 'after'.

Having children and the daily routines and the ethereal wonder of life and learning and questions somehow become and resolve into the young adults.  The conversations change and the discourse becomes the exchange of ideas and queries you always wanted with your own parents.

Enjoying the day & the sunshine and being a Mother to two lovely, intelligent, honorable and most sweet and kind-hearted sons.  The best!
A Man – A Novel – Oriana Fallaci
                        Mythical Man and Love – How to Tell the Truth!

            Oriana Fallaci is a journalist, first and her work and persona seem to be defined by her individualism and her passion.  The book, A Man – A Novel does move away from her non-fiction but is an example of a writer in cross-genre using all of what she knows.
            My admiration for the author does not diminish my close read and critique of this work.
Her characterization of her lover, the illusive and radical political activist, Alexander Panagoulis, inter-connects the politics of the time and her personal beliefs in her writing and activism.
            Myth juxtaposed with truth is a fine line of bearing the facts out with a passionate belief in the man.  This text is both the story of her love, as well as an introspective of the author.
Where does the truth and the fable inter-connect?  As an admirer of Fallaci’s work, I give her latitude in her narrative of both.
            The descriptive passages of the countryside, of their love and passion and the politics actually is not background, but does take on a primary place in the work.  My analysis of the myth/fact theme is also primary.  She takes liberties characterizing Alex in the book, but does not stray from her roots of journalism, journalism of the passionate and active genre.  There is not one sentence in the novel that is not exciting and engaging.  Her use of language is tight, close and skillful.
            The novel reminds the reader that everything matters. There is not a time when an idea or belief should be disregarded or ignored.  The man that she describes, is also a characterization of herself.  I think that her love of him includes self-love and that is not an idea that is repulsive, as she tells her story and his, it is another layer of humanity in the flesh and close up.
            Myth and the idealistic narration of someone who is loved, may be typical when the object of desire and love has died.  The inclination to make bigger, to magnify the qualities that are endearing or that are recalled under the blurred view of a memory is evident in this work.
            This relates to my writing, as the murder in the mystery of my book is based on fact.  The murder victim is also someone who I loved and the challenge is to write about him clearly as he was, not glorify or make him into a mythological ideal.
            Fallaci states, in one narration to her lover, directly, “ Calm down, Alekos.” “As if freedom could be murdered without the consent of the people, without the cowardice of the people!” …Then I wrote you a letter, one of the few we were to exchange from then on.   I was saddened, I wrote, and not so much by the swinish binge, by the sordid little sexual party with which you had spoiled are return full of meaning, unfortunately there would be other binges in your life, more fat whores and thin ones and others neither fat nor thin, but rather I was saddened by what I had heard before you broke off the call.  It showed your thinking had gone for nothing.  Didn’t you already know certain things?”  Fallaci Page 281

            The passage exemplifies her ability to put words in his mouth by her writing to him and the letter being the ‘truth’ of the matter.  For me, as a writer, that letter is self-serving and not reliable.  If he were alive, what would he say to defend his reputation and honor?
            This book is so powerful, that I would like it to be the text for my second short Critique for this Program.  I have read so many themes and writing craft issues are involved that I would like to think about this book and have it considered for my continuation of this review.
Work cited.   Fallaci, Oriana.  A Man – A Novel.  NYC:  Simon & Schuster. 1979.



           


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