You’re down to one piece of bread…

You’re down to one piece of bread…

Think about your own well-being…

 

 

Here’s one for your reading list

Tribe: On Homecoming

     and Belonging

by Sebastian Junger

 

In his Introduction, Junger says:

“Robert Frost famously wrote that home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. The word ‘tribe’ is far harder to define, but a start might be the people you feel compelled to share the last of your food with…

Tribe is about why [treating someone like a member of your tribe] is such a rare and precious thing in modern society, and how the lack of it has affected us all. It’s about what we can learn from tribal societies about loyalty and belonging and the eternal human quest for meaning.”

It doesn’t take him too long to get right to the point, quoting from a 2012 journal article:

“The economic and marketing forces of modern society have engineered an environment…that maximize[s] consumption at the long-term cost of well-being. In effect, humans have dragged a body with a long hominid history into an overfed, malnourished, sedentary, sunlight-deficient, sleep-deprived, competitive, inequitable, and socially-isolating environment with dire consequences.”

Here’s the thing: if you read that last sentence without saying some of the words right out loud, maybe twice, with feeling and with some awareness of despair, well, maybe you should grab the CliffsNotes version and save yourself some time.

Sebastian Junger, Tribe: On Homecoming and Belonging, New York: Twelve/Hachette Book Group, 2016, xvi-xvii, 23.

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Book review: Lord of the Flies

It was never more relevant…

by William Golding

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Movie review: Same Time, Next Year

Movie review: Same Time, Next Year

it’s just a movie, but…

 

 

Movie review:

Same Time, Next Year

 

starring Alan Alda and Ellen Burstyn

Universal Studios, 1978

 

Love is grand, of course.

Well, almost all the time.

“If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with” was the way Stephen Stills wrote the song in 1970.

This is an unmysterious film. George (Alda) and Doris (Burstyn) are attractive, clean-cut, smart, sentimental, successful grown-ups who love their spouses and their kids. While each is traveling alone, they meet accidentally, they unintentionally experience a one-night stand, and they decide to get together once a year for idyllic adultery, for the next 26 years.

Hey, it can happen, right?

The script includes some adult situations (like Doris having a baby in their room at the inn) and a couple almost self-conscious blippable dalliances with the F-bomb—all quite thrilling on-screen non-PC moments in 1978.

Same Time, Next Year is a see-through movie. Mostly, the script is predictable and heartwarming. The set is minimalist—almost all of the action occurs in the room at the inn. The gritty plot highlights are all too imaginable.

I like Same Time, Next Year, but I say that with reservation. I’m not a big fan of adultery, no matter how all-American it seems when George and Doris do it.

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A poet is a “maker”

…and it doesn’t have to rhyme…

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Book review: Shawshank Redemption

A world I do not want to know…

by Stephen King

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Book review: Moral Tribes by Joshua Greene

Book review: Moral Tribes by Joshua Greene

a miss on tactics,

   a miss on strategy…

 

 

 

Book review:

   Moral Tribes:

   Emotion, Reason,

   and the Gap

      Between Us and Them

 

by Joshua Greene

New York, Penguin Press, 2013

422 pages

 

 

“This book is an attempt to understand morality from the ground up.” Greene’s sincere aim is a bit too breezy for me.

Reluctantly, I admit I don’t have time to read a book like Moral Tribes right now. I feel like I’m too busy sticking fingers into the terrifying political dike that is threatening to collapse in America, indeed, in the world.

I’m interested in learning more about Greene’s approach in Moral Tribes: “understanding the deep structure of moral problems as well as the differences between the problems that our brains were designed to solve and the distinctively modern problems we face today.”

I don’t have enough time or energy to indulge Greene’s apparently sincere efforts to develop “a practical philosophy that can help us solve our biggest problems.”

America’s problems—Americans’ problems—are all too clear and at least one part of the fix is all too clear: there are lots of folks who can live with and live for the hatred they feel, and they’re voting; there are lots of folks who are afraid of some of the kinds of people who are getting elected and exercising political power to the detriment of most Americans, and too many of these fearful folks aren’t voting.

I think a dominating element of a practical philosophy for America right now is “Get out the vote!”

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A poem about the right thing

…and the lesser incarnation…

“Vanity”

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Book review: The Scarlet Letter

Book review: The Scarlet Letter

slow-cooked human nature…

 

 

Book review:

The Scarlet Letter

 

by Nathaniel Hawthorne, London: Collins’ Clear-Type Press, 1850

368 pages

 

This is magnetic literature. The Scarlet Letter pulls me in, and keeps me connected to Hawthorne’s compelling exposure of slow-cooked human natures.

As I turn the pages, I put my hands on the beating hearts of Arthur Dimmesdale and Hester Prynne.  Dimmesdale flails in the crass miasma of his weakness. Hester does not try to escape her torment, and she creates iconoclastic goodness in nearly everything she does. They came close to escaping their time.

The scarlet letter of Hester’s ignominy is perhaps the least destructive element of this story of love that is a transgression and a transforming secret.

There is so much emotion and too little joy in Hawthorne’s tale of 17th century lovers. Alas, the story line is viciously inescapable.

Here’s another thought: as the story is commonly known and discussed, there is hardly enough engagement with the essential role of little Pearl, the happy-go-lucky and morbidly insightful child whose experience is vital in every chapter. Pearl is a connector in every element of the tale.

 

I guess you won’t have any trouble believing this:

after publication of The Scarlet Letter, Hawthorne described it as “positively a hell-fired story, into which I found it impossible to throw any cheering light.”

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Book review: Lord of the Flies

The story was never more relevant…

by William Golding

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“Fishering,” by Brian Doyle

“Fishering,” by Brian Doyle

“…I think maybe there is much…

 

 

The art of Brian Doyle

 

Brian Doyle (1956-2017) had the gift.

“Fishering” is an obscure, potent piece from his pen that gives me a double whammy: something like a child’s innocent joy of discovery, and something like the experienced master’s startled awareness of a new way of understanding…

Doyle, almost tenderly, pulls back the curtain on a scene of brutal splendor, of nature red in tooth and claw, of the mysterious reality of survival that we humans rarely face, of the beauty of power that does violence without evil in an unresisted cycle of life and death:

 

“I think maybe there is much

where we think there is nothing.”

 

Brian Doyle

He was an author and editor of Portland Magazine at the University of Portland

from “Fishering,” in the March 6, 2006, issue of High Country News

 

Doyle’s story just draws in the horizons until I am in a small space, contemplating a feat of nature that is alien, but beautiful…I guess I hope I never see a ferocious fisher face to face, I’m not too sure I could calmly sit down and watch it as Brian did, but  the monumental fleeting truth is that I wish I could do what he did and see the thing, out there, and have a wonderful, fearful, essential moment of contact to remember…I want to try to be open to the moments in life when there can be much, instead of nothing…

For your delectation, read this excerpt of:

 

“Fishering” by Brian Doyle

 

“In the woods here in Oregon there is a creature that eats squirrels like candy, can kill a pursuing dog in less than a second, and is in the habit of deftly flipping over porcupines and scooping out the meat as if the prickle-pig were merely a huge and startled breakfast melon.

“This riveting creature is the fisher, a member of the mustelid family that includes weasels, otter, mink, badger, ferrets, marten, and — at the biggest and most ferocious end of the family — wolverine…

“…Suffice it to say that I have been much graced in these woods, but to see a fisher was not a gift I expected. Yet recently I found loose quills on a path, and then the late owner of the quills, with his or her conqueror atop the carcass staring at me.

“I do not know if the fisher had ever seen a human being before. It evinced none of the usual sensible caution of the wild creature confronted with homo violencia, and it showed no inclination whatsoever to retreat from its prize. We stared at each other for a long moment and then I sat down, thinking that a reduction of my height and a gesture of repose might send the signal that I was not dangerous, and had no particular interest in porcupine meat. Plus, I’d remembered that a fisher can slash a throat in less than a second.

“Long minutes passed. The fisher fed, cautiously. I heard thrushes and wrens. I made no photographs or recordings, and when the fisher decided to evanesce I did not take casts of its tracks, or claim the former porcupine as evidence of fisherness. I just watched and listened and now I tell you. I don’t have any heavy message to share. I was only a witness: Where there are no fishers, there was a fisher. It was a stunning creature, alert, attentive, accomplished, unafraid. I think maybe there is much where we think there is nothing. Where there are no fishers, there was a fisher. Remember that.”

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A quote from General Custer

A quote from General Custer

…big talker

 

 

“There are not enough Indians

  in the world

  to defeat the Seventh Cavalry.”

 

General George Armstrong Custer  (1839-1876)

 

 

OK, let’s walk that one back a bit…

It wasn’t the quotation that got Custer in trouble.

Let’s talk about the Lakota and Cheyenne and Arapaho warriors—roughly 1,836 of them—at the Little Bighorn River in Montana on June 25, 1876…

Custer may have skipped a couple lectures at West Point, where he graduated at the bottom of his class (the “goat”) in 1861…he amassed 726 demerits, close to the school record.

No one cared about his West Point demerits at the Battle of Greasy Grass.

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