dEaD TV, an article by John L. Parsley in the "The College Dispatch," a publication at Franklin and Marshall University*, used the example of Ron Howard's film "Ed TV" and its implication that the American Dream was dead…
Adults easily forget how insidious are particular aspects of our society. As a father who is trying to be cognisant of the media his children consume, I've noticed a particularly disturbing element of what is considered appropriate for children.
Power. Money. Marriage. No one likes to admit it, but these are the only issues at hand.
Many people equate a democratic and captalist society as the ulitimate meritocracy. The United States. The Horatio Alger Story. The rags to riches, anything is possible simply with hard work and gumption.
Speaking with the Kindergarten teacher my son had last year I was struck by a comment she had, struck by its relevance to adults. Of course this rings a bit of the book "Everything I learned I learned in Kindergarten," but it's deeper than that, weaving into children awakening as social beings, and how the baggage of that awakening haunts most of us for our entire lives.
The New York Times carried an interesting article about religion and difference in today's politics: Mormon Candidate Braces for Religion as Issue. The article deals with the "the argument that [Mitt Romney's] faith [ -- Mormonism -- ] would require him to be loyal to his church before his country. And this criticism of Mitt Romney's viability as a Republican Presidential candidate is coming from — of all camps –that of Christian conservatives!
I'm not here to support or defend Romney's candidacy, or Mormonism, but to speak to that most human of qualities, that we, as a species, love to segregate our selves.
birches break at the icy bend
stripes just scars that slowly heal
you've earned your share
paper bark is stained by inklings
need finds you like fungus finds rot
lean a little toward the sun
melt the unclear coat
maybe find a nice laurel
her shade is what you need
…I once held a shell to my ear
an ocean echo funneled to my drum
quartz tumblers were chased by foam
my grip on sand shifted insecure
I watched with envy the water retreat
though 20 grit skin coat is lost on me
first the cricket, night his stage
then the birds, sunlight sparks their songs
we slowly stir from our blanketed nest
soon to mingle among the many, each at our task
slowly the path before me unwinds
as do the coils of a long day
now I turn my eyes to you
my sunrise, my song………