Sunday, January 18, 2015
astrology matters
Or rather matters of astrology. I am no astrologer. But I think I am a natural researcher. You may be doubtful, but let me explain. I like knowing stuff, and I am rather good at connecting the dots. Now, there have been times when I am way off the mark, and that has landed me in hot water a few times. yikes!
However, there have also been many times when I've got it uncannily right. I may have that sixth sense! :)
Anyway -- what I am trying to say here is that down the years I have found and settled on a few astrologers online. At first I just used to read the horoscopes and promptly forget them. Soon I wanted to know more about it, and I started going behind the scene so to speak. Now I can cast a basic chart, more or less use an Ephemeris, and am more knowledgeable about the characteristics of the planets and the zodiac signs, and the houses. I am not a fanatic believer, as moderation in anything is the ideal that I always try to follow (again, I fail miserably at times in that too). I would like to believe that there are more things out there that we do not know about completely - just so that we can entertain some hope in our day to day living. I do not think I am going to make a career out of this, but then we never know, do we? - mostly because my interests are too varied and I am more like a Jill of all trades and master of none. Someone like that can never amount to much, materially, but still can be happy. :)
So I have read what astrologers have to say, (Somewhere along the line, I decided not to spend time looking at the positions of the stars when it is already being done by these wonderful experts - I use that knowledge and build on that - always the easy way ) and do the observation bit on myself and others, and have kind of got an understanding as to how it all works. Still no expert, but like I said, I can connect the dots, bridge the gap, as my ultimate goal is very simple - to make people, including myself, believe in themselves, and just be happy in their own skin, as much as possible for each of us. To just use my commonsense and try to maintain my faith in human nature, and give people the benefit of the doubt. Walk a mile in their shoes... hopefully. Or just be.
And so, I am not focused on predictions and prophesies - but more of a self-help kind of thing. I believe that there are always things that are beyond our control, and others that are within our control. If we stopped and thought about it, we ourselves can realize that - sooner or later. The choices we make are influenced by the genes that were handed down, the upbringing we had, the society we lived in, the times we lived in, and the family we lived with - to sum up, our heredity, and our environment. And then the collective unconscious of a whole tribe, a region, a nation. Add to that our own free will. Our not inconsiderable ability to rise above the occasion at times, and to shoot ourselves in the foot, at other times. They tell us to learn from our mistakes, from our past, from other famous people, but there is one thing that sometimes defeat us - the march of time, that inevitable process of ageing. That inability to turn back the clock, go back in time, and fix everything. And with great age, comes great wisdom, and great foolishness and great helplessness. :) In the midst of all these, if the stars can give us a little insight, a little respite, I will take it. When they can help us prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Or vice versa. Because I do not think of them as all-powerful beings that are supposed to care about what happens to me.
Nevertheless, there is this germ of an idea that has taken root in my mind. It is about the planet Jupiter. Every time that planet transits a sun sign, I read about the wonderful benefits that he bestows on the person. He is the great Benefic, they say. Looking back when Jupiter was in my sign ,over the years, that is in my First House of Self, I find that it may be true. I did enjoy some great blessings, including the birth of my son, when Jupiter was in Aquarius. But then the last time Jupiter entered my sign, I lost my father. Another coincidence - both my father and my son are Leos! During one Jupiter transit, a Leo came into my life, and in another, a Leo was taken away! By the way, Leo and Aquarius are opposite signs. Suddenly I remembered that one of my friends who had Jupiter in her sign the previous year, lost her father that same year. Soon I started looking at the charts of a few people I know, and there was a pattern. Of course it depends on the position of other planets in their signs , like Saturn for instance, but there is some connection between Jupiter and death, which I am sure the real astrologers know. Astrologers say that we lose people and things that we do not need anymore. And that only when there is an empty space, that the universe can fill that space with something new, and better. May be true in a way. But it still hurts, when you lose something or someone precious, then I remember that pain is part of our human existence. Sometimes with great blessings, great hurts happen, and at other times, with great hurts, other great hurts happen. And to some, it looks like it's always sunshine. But then again, it all depends on our perspectives, and on how we choose to take it, doesn't it ? :)
Monday, November 3, 2014
An Education in Humanity(ies)
Aristotle and Alexander |
I just happened to listen to a talk by Professor Leslie Epstein
on Youtube. He was talking about the ignorance of the current college students.
About their lack of knowledge and of interest in their own culture, history,
and art in general, especially the older more “sublime” culture.
I agree with all that Epstein said, however, I also think that
some changes are inevitable, and some changes are even necessary evils,
necessary to survive in the modern world. Democratization of every cultural
factor could lead to a leveling of old hierarchies even in the world of
"culture". That is one cause of the end of the interest in the old
Humanities. I believe all that knowledge and sensibilities of the past have
been absorbed into the very DNA of the current generation, in a collective
sense. And some other forms of those have evolved out of those, for better or
for worse. Naturally, mutation occurred! Obviously they would tell the older
generation that we are ignorant of a thing or two. It is a new world, a young
world, and while people like me would keep looking back at the greener times,
these citizens will keep looking to the future, sadly, sometimes a bleak one.
When you really think about it, that older sublime culture also caused certain
evils that are still beyond our understanding. There were wars and destruction
well before the ones in video games.( ref. think of Aristotle and
Alexander.) The one difference again may be that what was exclusive to a
handful now has been again, democratized, including the retelling of histories.
In spite of all that, another factor that deters the current
generation from taking a look at the older forms of culture could be more
mundane - finding a job. I see teenagers who are going to college now
wondering how to opt out of applying to certain universities that has a
mandatory core curriculum in Philosophy, Art, History and Literature. They see
those subjects as useless and as a total waste of time. As long as the so
called feminine qualities of empathy, forgiveness and selflessness are seen as
weaknesses, and "giving in", and when success is measured by how much
you earn, and how many you destroy, then the younger generation of any time in
history, is going to avoid those, and any things that are related to it, like
the plague.
Come to think of it, it is true in my case. All my literary
studies haven't equipped me to survive in the real world, the one outside my
home. That's what my son has seen. His father who has a professional degree
makes a tangible difference in his and others' lives, while his mom with a
literature degree (who always tries to think from the other's point of view,
who tries to learn lessons from all experiences, who analyzes the tensions and
sensibilities of the marginal in every movie and/or news item, while admiring
the beauty in the method), remains this ridiculous eternal student. Relegated
to the background, trying to win the approval of everyone, while forever
tormented by discontent.
And I can see why these kids have turned to skills and
training. Knowledge for knowledge's sake is not for them -- it is a means
to an end -- to make a living. I cannot dismiss this situation as a
simple dichotomy between passion and reason, or art and science. To them
people like me are dissociated from real life, life that is measured by fame
and success, to which I tend to agree at times. Because where I come from, back
then, we, especially girls who studied literature, who read books, were not
trained for a job, let alone a career.. We just floated in some rarefied
atmosphere, totally out of touch with reality. (Reading this you would think I
lived in Victorian England, or in Bronte country. You are not far off the mark
-- only thing is, like in the case of love, or just plain friendship with the
opposite sex, Victorian women were better off- they had the odd curate lurking
about. With us, the nuns monopolized the odd priests.)
The only facts for me were abstract ideas of freedom, truth,
love, duty, and loyalty. Abstract being the operative word, especially in the
matter of love. It was a hypnotic period where we felt as if we were doing
something worthwhile, while all the time we were just being prepared to be
docile little housewives. We learned to read books, and some of us learned how
to write books, but we were all ineffectual. What we learned, more importantly,
is to appreciate knowledge, again, in a theoretical sense. Still, the practical
side escaped people like me. Most of us were unaware of the uses of all that knowledge
to ourselves, how we could work it to our own advantage. It was always for
others, especially those ideas of duty and loyalty to family. Add to that a
pair of parents who got their high from giving the shirts off their backs to
all in need, and found it very difficult and downright shameful to accept or
ask for anything from others, all you end up is as a "good girl". All
this, needless to say, was as opposed to the other extreme that is
prevalent now. Now if we could have struck a golden balance,that would have
been ideal. Instead we got stuck in that ivory tower. Humanities, old and new,
are important to us, and an education in the Humanities should enhance the
whole life and knowledge experience of the individual.
But what Epstein so rightly pointed out about the loss of that
power of empathy, that terrible exaltation of the self, that is truly
frightening. Again, this is not new -- ref. Aristotle and Alexander. I wonder
how empathetic Alexander was. I wonder how empathetic those great musicians and
artists were to the women around them. Or Winston Churchill. I am sure he had a pretty good education in the Humanities. I doubt if that helped his empathetic abilities! Nevertheless, it was limited to a few --
the choice, the education, the power -- now it may not be. Not that everyone
would be powerful, but more are, than in the olden days. The mutation of the
collective DNA. A natural progression in civilization, probably an apparent regression
in “humanity”, which may still evolve into something even better than the old.
And when we want to build a truly better culture, what better
way than any is there but to base it on all that has gone before? Alter it,
dismantle it, deconstruct, reconstruct – you have to know the old too at some
level - the present experience or product could be richer for that. For instance, an education in history would make a modern teenager stop and think before they declare that they do not like feminists, or that
many issues are just conspiracy theories that grown ups hold on to for no
reason. They would realize that the freedoms that they take for granted were
won by the struggles of many who went before them. (anxiety of influence on another level in action?), that there is more to be
done to cause real progress.Any education should ideally nurture our humanity,
and if it fails in that, we are in trouble. Who knows these modern day mavericks may then reinvent the wheel in their own way.
See the video of the TEDtalk here:
Saturday, October 25, 2014
To Die with Dignity
The Rest |
The fact is that we all die. Sooner or later, for one
reason or another, we die. Also, there are two kinds of death, mainly - the sudden and the long-drawn out, dragging on kind.The other fact is no doctor, whatever his
credentials are, can grant us immortality. Now most everyone hopes for a sudden, painless death, but not many meet their ends that way.
Those facts are inevitable, and out of our hands, but
there is one fact that we can control – to a certain extent. Here is where scientific
advances should help us deal with it in a better manner, when the time comes. Doctors could help improve the quality of our lives, hopefully.The
pain, if there is any, for instance, while nearing the end, and the way it all
ends, can be controlled to a great extent. And then there is the other
emotionally charged issue of taking care of the older generation, once they are
totally bedridden, in the right manner.
For me, how these matters are dealt with, is a sign of the amount of progress in healthcare in a given society.
While most western societies have made great strides in some of these areas, societies
like India are still enmeshed in the old taboos and fears and guilt, and shame.
We Indians pride ourselves in that we take care of our old. Maybe it is true in
some ways. However let us take a close look at the reality here.
The grandparents
are still important parts of the family. Many sons and daughters take care of
their parents in their old age. But old age does not preclude just a sage wise
person sitting in his or her arm chair handing out wisdom and memories, and
smiling at the antics of the grandchildren, telling stories of old times. Things could change in the blink of an eye,
for as time goes by, that machine that is our body will go haywire. And the
older person is struck down all on a sudden. What now? Many children and/or the
spouse of the invalid still try to do their duty to the best of their
abilities. After the initial burst of overwhelming help and support by everyone
around, if he or she bounces back, things go back to normal. But if the
condition deteriorates and the elderly individual succumbs to “real” old age,
there will not be that many around – just the immediate family. Most often, especially in my part of the old
country, it is the sons’ wives who get that responsibility. Daughters, if there
are any, visit once in a while, and depending on the situation, and their
personal nature, find fault with the way things are done, or not. And they are
supposed to take care of their own in laws. Needless to say the now grumbling
daughter in law carries on the thankless job. Anyway nobody is happy. By the
time the older person is totally immobile, completely bedridden, with or
without his mental faculties, his condition has drastically changed from what
was before. Soon he or she is relegated to a room away from the main
activities. The toll of taking care of a completely immobile person with no end
in sight hits everyone – economically,
time-wise, emotionally. In many households hygiene of the older person becomes
practically impossible to keep up. Infected bed sores, the stench of bodily
excretions, and above all, the agony, frustration, loneliness, and helplessness
of the once able human being, and that of the care giver. I have seen many an
old person who is emaciated, curled up in a fetal position, with eyes staring
vacantly, sometimes howling in pain, and visitors looking at him or her with
pity and wonder. That person has become an exhibit to look at, and to the
pious, an example for what human vanity and pride comes down to in the end. The
person is bereft of whatever dignity he had, reduced to a shadow of what he had
been. No one thinks of the care giver, who most of the time, would be a woman,
by the way. Sending them off to hospices, or homes, however comfortable and
well equipped these are, is still considered cruel and selfish. It is as if we
are throwing away our older people once we have no use of them. But we need to
rethink these ideas. At least with our generation, when we have come so far, we
need a better plan.
Let us take, again, some characters from my part of the
world. Now I can understand that the doctors and the hospitals need to make
money. But when we know that many of the doctors there became doctors because
their parents paid the colleges hundreds of thousands, even when the son or the daughter has no aptitude, and
when some are really dumb, money becomes really significant. The parent has the
money, so the children shall be doctors. And have to try to get back that
investment and more, by going into arranged marriages. Again. money from the
girls’ parents. But most of the time, this money from the girls’ family ends up
going back to the girls’ family within a year. The daughter sees to that if she
is smart. So what now? Squeeze the patients. What else? Ply them with tests,
treatments, drugs – sometimes useful, at other times, not. Since there is no
accountability in these areas, doctors and hospitals get away with mistakes of
many kinds. But that is for the living. What about the dying?
Suppose I have been diagnosed with a terminal illness
like cancer. The doctors themselves say it is incurable, as it is stage 4,
spread to all areas. But then comes the double talk. In one breath they talk to
you about “palliative” care and “aggressive” treatment, say, chemotherapy and
radiation! Totally misleading, and contradictory. The patient’s loved ones are
at that point grasping at straws. Hoping against hope, and unable to think
clearly, they go along with whatever the doctor says. Like car salesmen trying
to sell varieties of useful and useless warranties to the unsuspecting,
vulnerable customer, doctors shove down futile treatments onto terminally ill
patients. This is not limited to India – happens in the West too. Money may not
be the only reason behind it. Adherence to traditional, supposedly more ethical
thinking and a whole lot of complex layers of reasons could be acting here. But
money is one big factor, like death. The only useful and possible warranties
that the patient could get are to be free of pain, and to die relatively
comfortably.
The only advantage here is for the doctors and the
hospital in which they have shares. Here enter the tubes down all your
orifices, the other main character, the ventilator. Recently I heard of an
elderly woman whose husband was diagnosed of some illness and was under
treatment at a reputable hospital in India. She had no idea what the illness
was. One of those medical mysteries. Anyway the man slipped into a coma. The
doctors had given up hope. They said there was no cure. Still, tubes were down
his throat, soon he was on a ventilator. After two months of this, the man
died. Meanwhile the woman had sold everything of value including her house to
treat her husband. Now she goes to work in of our neighbor’s homes as a
cleaning maid and lives in a room paying rent. So many questions arise, so much
pain could have been avoided.
Another case – A
75 year old nun fell. She couldn’t walk after that. Nothing wrong, the experts
said. Soon she is bedridden. After a couple of weeks, she refused to eat.
Clearly she was fed up of everything – the prayers, the mockery, the indignity,
the great fall from who she was once, and most of all, the pain. Reduced to skin and bones, and clearly depressed,
she stopped talking or responding. Still they plied her with stuff for that
complex, unknown reason. She was still in pain. Totally silent, except when she
was screaming in pain, soon she lost what was left of her mind. She lay there
curled up. Her refusal to get up and walk was seen as stubbornness, and an act
of defiance against god. Her refusal to pray is seen as a sign of her
inherently evil nature. In fact they shove prayers down her throat
persistently, when obviously, all she wants is peace and quiet, and something
to make the pain go away, and possibly, just to die. Pious songs broadcast all
the time, Holy Mass droning on, on the TV set –what more could she want, her
visitors marveled! Any sane person would go crazy in that atmosphere. Her pain
is looked on as punishment for her sins, for her pride when she was young. Her suffering is at once an exaltation, and an
example of, the end of, the futility of all vanities. And all this in a place where
all the inhabitants are educated, where in fact they run a well equipped
hospital with highly trained specialists. But since they believe in the
sanctity of human life, she is still kept alive. Tube down the throat. Must make them feel virtuous. It is also to
show the nun’s relatives that they are doing everything to keep her alive ,
that they are not killing her off. Litigation is what they are afraid of. This
happens in many a layman’s home too. This is one way that religion aids and abets that hope mongering business of
the doctors. After all, we Christians exalt suffering, as if God is a sadist
whose main entertainment is watching humans beg and crawl, and howl in pain.
I know many
including the above-mentioned doctors
wave the “positive thinking”, hope and will power flags. That is just
it- waving. Not very different from the snake oil -charlatans who pretend to work
miracles, exploiting the weakness of the common man. Once the body is ravaged
by a terminal disease and when there are no cures in the offing, no amount of
positive thinking is going to stave off death or pain. Feeding on the patient’s
and his loved one’s misfortune and vulnerability is not ethical. I know these “godly” doctors
will tell you oh so humbly that they are not gods, that it’s all in god’s
hands, (what's he doing here then?).And there will be his colleagues who promote the hype of a particular
“godly” healer - so he could be god! or so we are made to think. So the godly person lets us go on suffering. As if he can grant us immortality. They all
share in the profits. All the while they do know when a person’s body is run
down, when all his vital organs are shutting down, and that he is in
intolerable pain, and that he is not ever
going to get up and walk around, fit and strong. If there is a little bit of
humanity left in these healthcare professionals, they will treat that pain, and
tell the truth as they know it. It’s up to the patient, the individual to
decide when to go based on that knowledge. That is the scientific advance that
I want. That is why we read of doctors who decide to put an end to their own
lives when they know they cannot stand their own suffering, when they do not
want to be a burden on their loved ones.
Money is in the prolonging of a life that struggles to
escape. And now a days there is the waiting for the arrival of any children who
live abroad. The patient is kept “alive” till these relatives can see him. It
is as if no one cares about the suffering of the individual. For the past few
months, I have been watching episodes from Herriot’s animal stories. That was
the first time I had known about the TV series, even though I had known of the book. I was touched by the kindness
and love that those owners and vets shower on their patients. And when they
know that an animal cannot live a useful life any longer, that it has to suffer
pain unnecessarily that nothing can save it, they have it put to sleep, gently,
as much as they can. Now I am not touting euthanasia here for all the sick
people. Being human, I am talking about the individual’s right to choose his or
her own end, and to be free of pain, when the time comes. By a sad coincidence
I just read about the actress who played Herriot’s wife, Lynda Bellingham who
stopped her aggressive treatments for the cancer that had spread to her liver.
Just before her death she talked about the effects of chemotherapy that people
are not aware of.
When we know that the end is here, we should be allowed
to go a little gracefully, with a little bit of dignity. It is time to ask
certain questions to ourselves, to the society as a whole. And to answer and act accordingly without
fearing what others would think : Why aren’t
we thinking of that time of our end here a little more? We seem to be inordinately interested in life
after death. Religions especially. But isn’t it time we thought about death?
Its practical side? Why do we exalt
needless suffering? Why do we feel the need to prolong life that is
insufferable? Can’t we show a little bit of kindness to ourselves? As it is now
in India, one thing I am sure of is that I would not want to die there. Her
fatalistic, cavalier attitude to pain is frightening. I will have to go live in
a country where they provide assisted suicide to those who want it.
This is
where “living wills” come in. The public has to be educated about the
importance of having a plan for medical care when the end of life is near. A
plan for dealing with death. while we are able to think for ourselves, we make
that living will. Death could come at
any time, to the young and to the old. Accidents happen. Illness, surgeries
happen. We should be able to decide what should be done if things go wrong,
when we still have our mental acuity. So prepare that living will today. Let us
try to die in peace. To the religious, God would not want us to suffer. He or
she would want you to take advantage of the scientific progress that human
beings have achieved under said God’s guidance.
According to the Mayo clinic site, “Living wills and other advance directives are written,
legal instructions regarding your preferences for medical care if you are
unable to make decisions for yourself. Advance directives guide choices for
doctors and caregivers if you're terminally ill, seriously injured, in a coma,
in the late stages of dementia or near the end of life.
By planning ahead, you can
get the medical care you want, avoid unnecessary suffering and relieve
caregivers of decision-making burdens during moments of crisis or grief. You
also help reduce confusion or disagreement about the choices you would want
people to make on your behalf.
Advance directives aren't
just for older adults. Unexpected end-of-life situations can happen at any age,
so it's important for all adults to prepare these documents.”
Besides that, our healthcare providers should admit that we are nearing the end,
when that is the case. The whole process, all the information has to be made
available to the patient. Such transparency will make it easier for the
individual to make an informed decision. Of course we should be free to seek
second or third opinions, if we want to. But they have to give us the truth as
it is, and we have to accept it. We all say that death is inevitable, but it is
hard to look it in the eye when we are made aware of it.
Related to the end is the treatment of pain. Everyone
including the doctors must know the meaning of “palliative” care. At that time
when we need relief from pain, we deserve total relief. And that may lead to a quicker death. Let it
be. The transition from life to death should be gentle, soothing like one is
going to sleep. That would mean a lot more hospices, and care homes for the
terminally ill, for the older members of our society. Humane, ethical institutions
which are accountable to the society. And that would mean all the more
responsibilities on the part of the society to make sure that they are run with
the one intention of the well being of the patients. For making sure that they
will be comfortable till the end. And we must realize that it is all right if
we decide that we are not able to look after our loved ones satisfactorily. In
fact we should be true to ourselves, ask ourselves if we are helping our loved
one in the best possible manner. If we think that we are not, then we should
seek help, without guilt or stigma. The State’s responsibility should not end
with the death of a person, but it should include the process of dying. Each
one of us should take responsibility for our ends when we can, and ease a little of
the burden off our children., and try to help educate our still unaware countrymen.
Please read the whole article about “living will”
here:
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Thursday, October 23, 2014
The Course of Married Life
Marriage of the Virgin |
Those who have heard me say this before please bear with me. That is, if marriage, whether it is- arranged/not-love, or love marriage, as we call it in India, is an institution, then there should be a limit to the number of years we spend in it. For someone steeped in western and modern thinking and culture, this would seem obvious. But for someone like me who grew up, let's just say, in a "quaint" culture, it would be a godsend. Again, to describe that someone like me, for instance, for those brought up with that inordinate yearning to be liked and approved by everyone. So a society- approved cessation of our stint in that institution would be to my liking. Once you complete certain lessons, and take a few tests, you pass. Just pass or pass in flying colors. Once you put in the number of years in the contract, you are free to go. Degree in Married Life. At some point, after the initial beginners's classes, of course you are on the job. Trainee at first, but soon, full fledged worker. Some become the boss and teacher, while others remain the student and the employee. Whatever your designation, what if at the end of the stipulated time, you receive your Award and/or Degree or your duly stamped Passport to freedom?
In any case, I think that at certain points while you are in that great Course, Degrees could be awarded. In recognition of the learning and the experience. This is assuming you are with the same person throughout the course. If it is with somebody else, you still get awards, different ones – for your extraordinary attitude of hope, and unfailing faith in, and admiration of , the value of the education that you receive from that great institution.
Thus,
At the end of the first year - A Certificate - Married Life 101
At the end of 5 years - Diploma in Married Life 110
10 years - Degree awarded - Bachelor's in Married Life
20 years - Master's
25 years - Ph.D in Married Life
Over 25 years - Nobel Peace Prize
Over 50 years - no Degree, no award, Virtue being its own reward. Except maybe dementia, depression, death, at least for one, in the pair.
:)
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Thursday, October 9, 2014
Poetry Points - How (not) to write Poems
the poet |
I have noticed that I am always ready to preach, but not to practise. Especially when it comes to writing. It could be that I am pretending to myself that that is the reason I am not a great writer, or a famous writer. I prefer to overlook the highly possible fact that I just do not have what it takes to be one.
Anyway here goes, - now that I know for sure that I am never going to amount to much, and that I never did, I can dole out advice freely. Time to grow up.
To budding poets/writers, especially those whose mother tongue is not English :
We all know good poetry is sincere. That it is authentic, and arises out of the heart and mind of the poet, his/her experience/knowledge - from a variety of sources.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions, Wordsworth did write that. Coleridge took it a bit further. And we in India read the 19th century English Romantic poets more than anybody else, at least that was how it was in my time. Of course we did read others. But somehow for us back then the Romantics embodied greatness. They were the role models. That perspective could backfire sometimes. Great, original poetry was written by them, or so we think, rightly or not.. Colonialism did affect our thinking. Still, what they wrote then still manage to amaze us. Times have changed. For us now, we can be inspired by them, however, unless we have some new way of talking of those same themes, we have to find different subjects.That of our time. There are some ideals that will always be the same, such as love. But even that has changed. New versions or rather supposedly new versions have appeared However old or new these versions are, we will have to find new ways to describe it. To write poems about it. So let the emotions and ideas fester in the mind. Take the time to make it your own. Turn it over and around, think how to enrich it using the knowledge you have gained. Which process you already do, I know. Do more of that. Read more, live more. Books from all lands, from our own land, from the present, the past, movies, music, science, philosophy, the internet, and art, and travel are some ways to gain more knowledge, expand our perceptions.
Talking of the Romantics, be very careful when writing nature poems generally. That's because many of those descriptions and imagery have been overused down the line, and nowadays they are everywhere, from old romantic poems, from new and old love songs to Hallmark cards. Thus, sadly, the golden orbs of the sky, the transient dewdrops, "beaded bubbles winking at the brim", darkling anything and unquenched desires have all become trite. Let's say that those Romantics have among themselves pretty much exhausted all the yearning sighs of lovers, the arching azureness of the heavens, and the writhing demons of desire for the forbidden. You can still write about Nature, and desire, and love, and death - in refreshing new ways. Using unexpected but unpretentious words and images that make sense and that make the reader stop and think. They could be ones of fantasy, of the modern times, of the past, of the great treasure chest of mythology, gritty and/ or charming, and/or rural or urban, suburban, and much much more.
Apart from the usual culprit named grammar, there is one common element that most new writers of poetry misuse. Ellipsis - those 3 dots - is not a device to be used indiscriminately. It is not there to prove that a piece of writing is indeed a poem. We all know we are reading a poem when we read one. No need of ellipsis just for that. Use it sparingly, for the most effect. Same with the overuse of "like" for introducing similes. When you delete just those two factors itself, things change. Getting your meaning across would be a little less easy. That might entail a lot of reworking of the whole piece. But it will make one think beyond the usual clichés, and make the poem fresh. Most poems could benefit from an overhaul. Make it shorter, denser with apt but unpretentious devices, make it more succinct . Better to have drama rather than melodrama, I think.
Be careful when you are determined to write rhymed verse, sometimes they look too forced. Especially when you pick up weird but rhyming words from the thesaurus. Poetry should flow naturally. So is with the use of uncommon words. That just looks pretentious, and many readers will not bother to find out the real meaning. Loss of communication. Some use "nay" and prithee and thee for their poems which, let us say, is amusing. And a lot of question marks, and words in all capital letters to make a point, or to show someone is shouting. ( I have done that!) I am enjoying writing this! It sure feels good to pontificate!
Be careful when you are determined to write rhymed verse, sometimes they look too forced. Especially when you pick up weird but rhyming words from the thesaurus. Poetry should flow naturally. So is with the use of uncommon words. That just looks pretentious, and many readers will not bother to find out the real meaning. Loss of communication. Some use "nay" and prithee and thee for their poems which, let us say, is amusing. And a lot of question marks, and words in all capital letters to make a point, or to show someone is shouting. ( I have done that!) I am enjoying writing this! It sure feels good to pontificate!
Also, I do not think readers enjoy too much preaching/pontificating in poems. High morals and ideals, and observations of that nature are good, actually it shows an observant mind. But a poet has to go beyond just stating the facts. Show the pitfalls of evil or sin in simple but symbolic ways. For poems in general, I prefer “showing” rather than “telling”. Or a good balance of show and tell. Again, read more, observe more, think more, live more, I guess. Poetry is an attempt to transcend the concrete, using various poetic devices and at the same time, capture it. It should make the reader feel and think beyond what is written in the poem. I am not asking that a poet should be obscure, but the poem should spark, trigger ideas in the reader's mind. Provoke. Inspire. Just my opinion.
Early poems, say of a very young person, are useful in the sense that the reader can see how an imaginative, intelligent young person with a good grasp of the English language saw the world around him or her at a certain point in time. But many creative young persons have done the same, which is fine too. But when they all do it in rather similar ways, it stops being that special. But it still could be special for some readers. Here's where knowing your audience works. Who are you writing for? For yourself? Then it's all fine. For young people of your age? They may like them. For a few youth of your age? Sure, some will like them. Now, how about older readers? And we are talking of the ones who like to read poetry. How about an international reader? I am not sure how they will read them. What I am sure of is that if the poems are good, they will see that there is potential, and there is time before you, to get the experience, through just living, through books, movies, music, works of art, through travelling. A talented, aspiring poet should realize that not all are literary minded. Not even students of literature. They are not able to write or think like you. You are different. You can write. You are budding writers. And it takes time and work to be great writers.
I do not consider myself to be a poet, let alone a good one. I am guilty of many of the issues I have mentioned. And I am too lazy to change, and that may be one, just one, of the reasons that I am still unpublished by an established publishing house. Remember what I said in the beginning? Fooling myself. But I can recognize good poetry when I see it, most of the time! I may be totally wrong too in my opinions. Appreciation of poetry is totally personal. Ask others to read the poems, (criticism hurts, but it helps too, they say) maybe an English teacher of yours, or a published writer - not a self-published one, preferably. In this age of self-publishing, and success through effective marketing, or by "going viral" (yikes!), or by just having a group of enthusiastic, supportive friends and as all of you happen to live in a big city, where they can even start a publishing house for you, and/or if you are web-savvy, anyone can be a writer. Well, these days they have courses in creative writing. But to be writers whose writings stand the test of time, to rise above mediocrity - that is the ideal. And I believe a moderately talented, determined person can do it, with a little bit of luck .
However, it is your choice that matters the most, when it comes to publishing right away. Choose your favorite ones, work on them if you feel like they need work, after hearing competent readers' take on them. Those should not be confined to your usual set of admirers, made up of people who dislike any kind of creative writing, or who just read comic books and romances, your love struck boyfriend or girlfriend, or an apparent hotshot connoisseur whom you met online who is really just angling for a bit of romance on the side, via the net or via Main Street/M.G. Road, your younger siblings , (guilty here )or just one of your indulgent teachers who thinks the world of you because you have a good vocabulary, and you are one of the few who could write a complete sentence without making any spelling or grammar mistakes, and because, maybe unconsciously, you walk around thinking you are Keats or Emily Dickinson, and managed to fool them too!
Don't be afraid that a good critic or fellow poet will steal your thoughts, or that they will be envious and put you down on purpose. Not that that does not happen, it does. But most often, your current attempts are not that original or perfect for them to copy. I may be wrong about that too now. Some would-be poets and novelists avoid reading others' poems and works of fiction fearing that they would be influenced. As if their very unique genius, and sublime innocence and purity of thought will be tainted by the others' views. The noble savage has to remain so! The other fear is different - what if the other person is better than you? And you think that might make you feel anxious and jealous and leave you unable to focus. Another fear is that of failure. What if no one likes your work? And at the other end are those who fear success even before they taste it! So they sabotage themselves in many ways. Fear and laziness - two evils that pull us down. Look who's talking!
In spite of all that, if you think your poems are good as they are, I respect that too. After all, you are the author. And you only live once, and this is the age of self-conscious living! (I did it! - I went and self-published my 2 books. For my first novel, I did the "query" thing -- did not work. So went the digital publishing way. The second one, the poem thing, I just didn't bother doing the query procedure - I knew my poems were nothing to write home about. Anyway I avoided the pain of rejection and by that also the joy of recognition. Lesson learned - no pain, no gain. The only difference between you and me - I am older, and do not have time and youth on my side now). Besides, you won't be around to see if your work stood the test of time!
However, it is your choice that matters the most, when it comes to publishing right away. Choose your favorite ones, work on them if you feel like they need work, after hearing competent readers' take on them. Those should not be confined to your usual set of admirers, made up of people who dislike any kind of creative writing, or who just read comic books and romances, your love struck boyfriend or girlfriend, or an apparent hotshot connoisseur whom you met online who is really just angling for a bit of romance on the side, via the net or via Main Street/M.G. Road, your younger siblings , (guilty here )or just one of your indulgent teachers who thinks the world of you because you have a good vocabulary, and you are one of the few who could write a complete sentence without making any spelling or grammar mistakes, and because, maybe unconsciously, you walk around thinking you are Keats or Emily Dickinson, and managed to fool them too!
Don't be afraid that a good critic or fellow poet will steal your thoughts, or that they will be envious and put you down on purpose. Not that that does not happen, it does. But most often, your current attempts are not that original or perfect for them to copy. I may be wrong about that too now. Some would-be poets and novelists avoid reading others' poems and works of fiction fearing that they would be influenced. As if their very unique genius, and sublime innocence and purity of thought will be tainted by the others' views. The noble savage has to remain so! The other fear is different - what if the other person is better than you? And you think that might make you feel anxious and jealous and leave you unable to focus. Another fear is that of failure. What if no one likes your work? And at the other end are those who fear success even before they taste it! So they sabotage themselves in many ways. Fear and laziness - two evils that pull us down. Look who's talking!
In spite of all that, if you think your poems are good as they are, I respect that too. After all, you are the author. And you only live once, and this is the age of self-conscious living! (I did it! - I went and self-published my 2 books. For my first novel, I did the "query" thing -- did not work. So went the digital publishing way. The second one, the poem thing, I just didn't bother doing the query procedure - I knew my poems were nothing to write home about. Anyway I avoided the pain of rejection and by that also the joy of recognition. Lesson learned - no pain, no gain. The only difference between you and me - I am older, and do not have time and youth on my side now). Besides, you won't be around to see if your work stood the test of time!
The suggestion is to wait. And then write, and rewrite incorporating new insights.I know many writers or aspiring writers cannot bear to rewrite and revise. I am one of those. But I also know that revising and reworking our writings will make them all the more substantial, rich and polished. If there is talent, that needs to be nourished, sustained, and grown. I have heard drugs and alcohol fuels the imagination and many a great writer and artist have used that throughout history. In fact there seems to be a huge market for redeemed addicts' - that is with addiction of any kind, love, religion,sex, drug, alcohol, food,politics-- writings. Well, that can mean that they are passionate about something, or that they are intrepid warriors of experimentations, those who are not controlled by boundaries. But let me make it clear to you young writers - I do not recommend that. Why? For one, most of the time those artistes/artists are too much into their experimental living that they are unable to enjoy their talent(s). For two, they just get stuck in the experiment and not in their art. The greatest among them do not see their own fame or popularity in their own lifetimes. Be sensible, or not. But take care of your body and mind. Make reading your addiction, if you will.
Now, there are those who are physically enabled to be highly creative artists, they say. Synesthetes like Vladimir Nabokov, tetrachromats like Concheta Antico may have used their special gifts in their creative endeavor. Some say people can be trained to see and feel the world like them. Till then, for the rest of us, good old reading and living and talking and thinking will have to do.
Now, there are those who are physically enabled to be highly creative artists, they say. Synesthetes like Vladimir Nabokov, tetrachromats like Concheta Antico may have used their special gifts in their creative endeavor. Some say people can be trained to see and feel the world like them. Till then, for the rest of us, good old reading and living and talking and thinking will have to do.
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Saturday, October 4, 2014
there's work and then there is wo....rk ...
Caution! Men at work!
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Asterix aficionados will know this from "Asterix and Cleopatra". Where the heroes are in Egypt taking in the sights, and are introduced to the people and their customs. What makes me laugh even more is when I think of some of my volunteer jobs. Let's just say that I wasn't needed that much at those places, that I did not make that much of a difference. Or, the brick did not budge an inch, or less. Of course not all volunteers or volunteer posts are like that. No offence intended. Once I was reminded of this scene when I saw a lone construction worker in the driver's seat of some equipment on a Sunday, in one of the construction zones on the expressway. He may have been doing something useful surely, but I couldn't help wondering what the heck he was doing there? :)
This is what the work really looks like, by the way.
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