Month: September 2016

Contempt

Contempt for one’s spouse is one of the best predictors of an eventual divorce. The same likely hold’s true for our country. Civil disagreement is far, far different then contempt. This election season has brought out many examples of people, many of who should know better, showing outright contempt for fellow citizens and people who they disagree with. Look at any historical episode of genocide, and it starts with people in power showing and endorsing contempt for groups of people, who quickly get labeled the other.

As American’s we are one people, we are one tribe. We however have gotten far from that idea.   We dishonor the people who make our society work, and honor those who merely entertain us.  My garbage man, does more for me, on a weekly basis, then any politician or movie star, but do I even know his name.   The road construction teams who rebuild my street or the roads I drive on, save me more time as well as money in car repairs then any of the people we are told to honor.  Do I know thier names, have I said thanks.  We rightfully honor deceased police officers, but what about the thousands of individuals killed while on the job every year.  People working to make America work.

A functional tribe, would be upset, by the deaths of our service men and women, who fought and protect us.  It would have arrested, and jailed the bankers and money managers who in a time of war almost bankrupted the United States and led to thousands of Americans losing thier homes.  They would have been charged with war crimes.  While that would be true, we still would not hold them in contempt.  They obviously felt contempt for us, which is why they did what they did.

So while you may strongly disagree with one or several of the candidates for president. You may be shocked by what others say.  Yet at the end of the day, they are part of your tribe.  They are not deserving of your contempt, nor you thiers.  We know what contempt leads to.  Don’t let them win.

 

 

Before you met me….

Before you met me, I was the king of the barberry pirates,

I flew with Peter Pan and Wendy,

I hunted wild animals in the depths of Africa,

I walked on the moon with NASA,

I helped pilot the star ship Enterprise,

and I swam with Jacques Cousteau.

 

I was fifth, then fifth of sixth, then fifth of seven,

and finally fifth of eight.

By then adolescence was calling and just around the corner.

My best friends and darkest enemies were my brothers and sisters,

but no matter what, we were a tribe,

when push came to shove we had each others’ backs.

 

What gifts did I bring to both of you?

days of bug and snake collecting,

and nights around campfires looking at the stars.

Butterfly kisses, and mountain climbing.

A family that embraced both science and imagination.

Knowledge that life is hard, and that work is good,

and knowledge that bedtimes are for reading,

and that family makes life easier.

The knowledge that a life of connections and bonds,

ultimately makes life better,

That canning tomatoes, like much of life,

is faster and better when done with others.

 

Now you are both adults.

I hope that the gifts that I was given,

I have given to you.

I hope those gifts will serve you well,

as mine have served me.

 

 

 

 

 

Art and Life

Last night I had the opportunity to see a captivating new play by Lawrence Jones “Lions in the Coliseum” which was performed at the School of the Art’s (SOTA) Black Box Theater. A friend, Brad Files, performed as one of the leads.  The story takes place in a Donut Shop in Buffalo. The play plays heavily on that location, and all things Buffalo, including the ever present Buffalo Bills.   The cast of 7 seven all did an excellent job bringing their characters to life, and now that I have seen Brad act, I regret my missed opportunities to have seen him in other performances in the past.   He definitely brought his character to life.

The play itself, like life in a donut shop, touched on numerous topics.  A primary theme of the play involves football and the emergence of the diagnosis of chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE).  So this is not a laugh a minute performance and does take on much more serious subjects.

The author and the actors did an excellent job fleshing out each of the characters   Meaning they easily appeared as full fledged people and not just paper cut outs.   Mr. Jones puts a lot of information into his work, and at times, it appeared that in order to give that information, some characters may have appeared to monologue a bit. However that information was important.  Mr. Files had the job of delivering many of those lines, and did so, so it seemed like just part of a normal conversation.  The fact that the play takes place in its setting over multiple days and times allowed Mr. Jones an opportunity to have his characters interact and discuss many different issues.  It also allowed the  characters to grow as  people and  for the audience to see relationships grow and change over time, and to see how the characters grew and changed based on earlier events.   While Mr. Jones’ characters appeared fully fleshed, the one issue that could have been fleshed out more is the daughters relationship with the priest. As an audience member it was unclear how he got involved. Once he was there,  however,  it was carried off well.  That little bit of back story would have been helpful.  It could easily be dealt with by having the waitress obviously wear a cross for example, or by posting a flier raising money for the Church.

The play itself could easily have been split into two acts.  There is an obvious scene that could have ended the first act,  involving the owner of the coffee shop.  There is some nice acting and lines leading up to that scene that helped build the tension leading to that moment.  The second act, as such, was very enjoyable and ended well, but lacked some of the dramatic tension found in the first act,  as such.

Overall this was an excellent play and performance, and all involved should be commended.  We attended with a friend, who is a season ticket holder, to a college football team.  We knew the play was a success, when we talked about the issues raised in the play the whole drive home, and the three of us still carried on our conversation for several minutes after we drove to her house to drop  her off.

You still have a chance to see the final performance at this years Fringe Festival. “Lions at the Coliseum” is performed Saturday at 3 p.m. at the RAPA/School of the Arts location.

© Words Dan DeMarle 2016
The featured image is from the play's printed material.

Some days

Some days,

you walk out your front door

and this is what you see!

On those days,

your day starts off looking at creation,

at those magic moments between night and morning,

that time when life is writ large on the canvas of the sky,

When God or gods is/are busy creating the day.

When Magic can happen.

So,

Do you head back into bed,

or continue on your walk?

or bow down in prayer,

thanking life for giving you another day.

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© Word and Photo Dan DeMarle 2016
Taken outside my front door 9/9/16.

 

 

Windows and Princesses

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Do windows keep things out?

or do they keep things in?

Is the storm worse outside that window?

or worse when trapped inside with me?

If I climb out that window will my magic adventure start?

or will it simply end?

Am I already in an adventure?

AND no-one told me about it?

I think..

Hmmm…

I am already in an adventure.

So come along..

Pick up my tiara,

You, grab that sword,

Call that dog  out there,

And lets,

Get,

Moving.

BYE!

See you, wouldn’twanttobeyou.

Cause you are definitely NOT in an adventure.

(or at least in MY adventure).

Why? What?

Because, you did not crawl through the window,

LIKE WE DID.

(I mean like duh).

……

……

Psst…

Have you seen my tiara?

I think it fell out this window.

 

 

© Word and Photo Dan DeMarle 2016
For all the smart, intelligent, brave, and 
stalwart princesses I know, no matter what age they may be.

 

 

 

Nostalgia

Nostalgia is the attempt to find comfort from the past, that a) our parent/s wouldn’t let us watch or experience, b) were to busy with other more important  stuff to do or  see at the time, c) watched hyped up on jolt cola or other substances so we never really got to see how good or bad it was in the first place, d) don’t remember seeing or doing due to the concussion from not wearing the nonexistent seat belt, e) saw it but in a theater so full of cigarette smoke, it was like seeing through a thick fog, or f) only experienced or heard about from our older sibling/s or friends. Now leave me alone if I find 25 more cents in malo cups coupons, I can send them in with my green stamps, for that limited addition Cocoa Puff code ring.

© Dan DeMarle 2016