Tuesday, March 3, 2015

a poem

F*** This Day

A poem

the ketchup bottle wheezes with the remnant juices of tomato paste

I shake and twist in futility

futility

work is the equivalent to lugging boulders across a field

only to lug them back across

in pointless

mindless

rhythm

Go ahead, take my dignity with my money

swallow it, burn it,

distribute it in the impotent

construction of the city streets

quarantine me 

in the confines

of futility.


--signed, one in a dark moment



Sunday, February 15, 2015

Reflection on an apopthegm #142 by F. Nietzsche

It's a disturbing and wonderful thing to come across something that you wrote  nearly ten years ago. Not only can you not recall writing it but HOW could you possibly find something you wrote genuinely insightful? I'm actually not sure if I actually wrote this, but I found it in a notebook from 2006.

In any case, here it is:

Reflection on Nietzsche's apopthegm #142, which translates as, "In true love, it is the soul that covers/encases the body."

So, in true love the person is capable of overcoming the proclivities of human appetite in favor of a higher goal, which is wanting what is the most Good for the other person, yourself, and both together. The reason why you touch is not just to feel, but to experience each other fully. The reason why the beloved is beautiful despite imperfection is because the soul, who he is and who he could be, is born on the exterior. The "soul on the outside" means truth, which leads quickly to trust in love. When you bear the truth and are not rejected there is true love. One cannot love that which is hidden, so true love permits nothing to be hidden if it is to be total.

Book on Review: A Nation of Wimps: The High Cost of Invasive Parenting by Hara Estroff Marano

I recently (finally) finished this book, as was recommended to me by Dr. John Gartner after I contacted him with regard to his article entitled "Childolotry" published in Psychology Today.

It must be mentioned to my most assured discredit that I am not a parent. I realize fully that a brief stint of binge watching the British reality television series SuperNanny does not grant me permission to teach parents about what they are doing wrong. My experience and perspective are from the outside as a teacher and administrator of children's extracurricular activities, and before that as a babysitter. This is where I first began my novice observation of different parenting styles and how it affected the children, For me, "Childolotry " and  A Nation of Wimps were the first explanations I read describing behavior and patterns that I have been observing for several years: unhappy marriages, tired parents of unmanageable children, high anxiety levels and unrealistic goals, but also examples of happy homes and families, developmentally healthy children, and adults who, while devoted and loving, take time as couples or even as singles to do things they enjoy. 


A Nation of Wimps confirmed what I believed already: that over-parenting is something of an epidemic particularly among the most affluent, and left unchecked results in the opposite of the goal of parenting: weak-minded, anxiety-ridden adolescents (I leave it here because by definition, adolescence only ends when a defined sense of self is achieved: article coming soon "Quarter life crisis") These parents, I realized, are not evil or malicious, or abusive because they despise their children (although I would characterize some of their behavior as emotionally or psychologically abusive), they are driven by fear and a low or nonexistent sense of self. How can they allow their children to develop a self when the parents are still struggling to find their own? 

The happy families that I know, while very, very different in their structures and parenting choices, all have one thing in common: the adults exercise the virtue of self-care, both for themselves individually and for their relationships. They make choices and do things for the relationship, and for the family, and for the children, and for themselves.  And by the way, I don't mean the desperate and questionable examples of "ladies night" and "guys night,"which are escapism at best, desperation at worst and leave the individuals empty and less capable as contributing members of their families.


Disjointed thoughts on the book:

Effective teachers and mentors should relieve the psychological burden on parents feeling that they alone are competent enough and/or care enough to parent and protect their children. It is important that parents know that I, as the teacher of their child, am also invested what kind of person their child turns out to be, not just how far their can turn out their feet, or how quickly they progress to learning Mozart sonatas.  As teachers, we must recognize our role in this way and honor that, even if society doesn't, ours is one of the most important and influential in a child's life. 

Ineffective teachers and school administrations that demand that parents be involved to the point of doing homework with their kids every night is contributing to parent obsessiveness, and as Ms. Estroff points out, is crippling the students, "...undermining a sense of self-efficacy while promoting self-preoccupation." (Estroff 6)

One question:

A Nation of Wimps appears to support an assumption held by both parents and children that parents have nothing to offer their children in terms of navigating the world because of the speed of technological advances. Therefore, invasive parenting is a byproduct of the intense anxiety caused by internal resistance to the reality of parental impotence. My questions: when did technology become the indicator of relevance? Has this always been the case and is this assumption truly valid?
         I think it is valid only in as much as the definitions of one, education, and two, happiness, have been narrowed and shaved to fit a microbox of fear and consumerism. If technology and the consumption of that technology is to be the purpose and means by which we pursue "success" through which we gain "happiness" (whatever that means), then yes, parents as immigrants to the age of technology have little to offer their descendants is native citizens of this age.
       So maybe it is not a question of parental relevance, but rather a question of whether the most commonly held belief system* is one that should be followed, and relevance in that system is not something to work towards.

*When I say belief system, I do not necessarily mean one that has been purposefully adopted. 
When people fail to develop a personal ethic comprised of mature convictions centered and supported by a secure sense of self, they tend to default to the most commonly held ethical belief system. At present, that would be the consumer ethic. 







Friday, February 13, 2015

February 13th--a glimpse into a modern marriage

     I got a job working for a company that organizes people's lives. Well, their stuff. Moving and packing, downsizing and up-sizing. Newly weds and squabbling adult children of deceased parents. Even though I only get a glimpse, people and their things, their precious things, tell surprising stories.

      For two days this week, I spent 16 hours packing and later unpacking the lives of a newly wed couple, married less than a year. Her things were everywhere: her old yearbooks and literary journals, pictures of her debut and reign as a Mardi Gras queen, 3 closets of clothes, artwork of cute puppys, photos of her parents and grand parents. He was practically non-existent: 1 small closet of clothes, 15 ps3 games, a few posters, a set of decorative samurai swords, and a box of ammunition. As I was packing, I kept wondering about how they got together, what had they seen in each other. This was just a starter house anyway. Sorting and packing up their now tandem single lives ultimately meant very little. Moving into their new home would be akin to moving from a room with two twin beds pushed together into a room with a true king size. The new home would be the true evidence of their collective lives, the place of they, them, us, where referring to oneself more often comes out as the royal We. 

     Unpacking their new house, as it turned out, was very much like a grown up version of moving her into a new dorm room. Now everything would be done according to her specifications, and the last remnants of him were promptly and flippantly even jokingly banished to the garage. I was told to "lose" things that belonged to him because they were so "horrible." She bounced and bubbled between the rooms, showing off her numerous keepsakes and photos, bursting with the pride of a woman who has won at life: well educated and married well (clearly by the size and location of her new house) to a man with no clear will of his own easily overwhelmed by the strength and presence of a New Orleans princess. She gushed over sweet things that he had done for her during their courtship in anecdotes around various art or trinkets she kept in places of honor while he moped sullenly around. 

     Is this marriage? I wonder if this man, merely in his 30's, feels himself being erased by a woman of exceptional breeding and unscrupulous training as a southern woman-wife. Or, will he wake up one day in his 50s, after their children are grown and realize that he doesn't remember who he is? Does she see that she is erasing him? Or, does she see her direction as a positive, that he needs her, and that she is helping him to become better? What becomes of a couple in which one person is assumed into the other? 

        These are the questions I have as I carefully stack her initialed picnic plates and monogrammed towels, looking out the window at his lonely box of boyhood, slouched at the back of the garage.