Vinn's Journal
11/1/2007 |
I ended my subscription to Cable TV today! Couldn't take it any longer. I had been promising myself to wean away from the addiction of talking heads, comedy centrals, and sport centers. I am no longer able to process the sheer volume of information thrust at me in any meaningful way. It is taking time that I can spend doing other things, and the meaning of the words and juxtaposition of images is becoming harder for this Bronx boy to decipher.
I wonder if I will always and forever be a part of a scene where living side by side are reports of squirrels tight roping across Manhattan avenues, and section eight tenants, no longer accepted by landlords intent on gentrification, find themselves scurrying through subway platforms and Mickey D's restaurants in attempts at securing space for themselves and their children?
I want to know how to hold love front and center even as I am getting mugged from behind with the vicissitudes of violence and incidents of injustice, that are being thrust into my living room every night on cable network cartoon sport news.
And while I' m at it; how is it that those running for president haven't gotten it in their heads that slowing down and standing still is a way toward brilliance and clarity in leadership?
What do I do with this feeling of helplessness as I stand in line, frozen with anticipation, at starbucks, awaiting my cafe americano, (with room for cream)?
What salves are being prepared for this wounding?
Is there an elixir being readied for healing?
Rilke in letters to a young poet says this, "Things are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures."
Hmm, here is medicine that may be effective. The label reads as follows. I am not to sweat the words; the utterances or the phrases that jump out of the mouths of pundits like children romping on their parents bed.
Perhaps, instead, I am to stay mindful to the landing of any phrase describing any event or condition, and witness how it rebounds into a larger context. I will give myself over to the inexpressible elasticity of events and remain watchful over the desire to isolate conditions and pin them down with meaning. No hard landings are to be anticipated, instead, each occurrence propels from what went before and moves toward the upcoming.
Bounce!
With the bed as secure ground, my brother and sister companions along for the ride, and each landing cushioned with its own unique shape and flight through space; I commit to the action of love and the wisdom of rebound as it launches me toward the next.
Bounce.
travel well.........vinn