The Power of Attitude.

Today’s local newspaper has a fine article by Harvey Mackay. It’s about power — the power of little people. No, it’s not a St. Patrick’s Day piece about leprechauns.

Mackay tells two beautifully illustrative stories.

#1. U.S. Sen. Bill Bradley used to tell a story about an experience he had while ordering dinner at a Philadelphia restaurant.

The busboy came up to him and put a dinner roll and a pat of butter down before him. The New Jersey Democrat looked at the busboy and asked for another pat of butter.

“One pat of butter to a customer, sir,” replied the busboy.

Bradley looked at him. “Don’t you know who I am?” he said, to which the busboy replied, “No, who?”
Bradley proceeded to rattle off his credentials: “My name is Bill Bradley. I graduated at the top of my class from Princeton University … Rhodes scholar … an All-American in basketball … drafted by the New York Knicks … elected U.S. senator.”

The busboy replied, “Those are very impressive credentials, Mr. Bradley, but don’t you know who I am?”
“No, who?”

“I’m the man in charge of the butter.”

#2. Terry Paulson, a professional speaker and author, witnessed an angry executive tear into a baggage handler who was working as fast as he could. After the executive left, Paulson sympathized with the poor fellow, who replied, “Don’t worry, I’ve already gotten even.”

“What do you mean?” Paulson asked.

With a sly smile, the baggage handler explained, “He’s going to Chicago, but his bags are going to Japan.”

One of the criteria I always had for continuing to date or not date a guy was how he treated waitresses, bus boys, cashiers, sales persons — all those “little” people” who, in the Big Picture, feel powerless and who, in the Little Picture, have the capacity to frustrate, delay, and pretty much turn what should be an efficient and pleasant experience into a nightmare.

Having had, as part of various jobs, the task of solving problems for disgruntled constitutents, I learned early that just about everyone will respond positively when treated with respect and courtesy. Of course, it helps that I truly believe in the old “doing unto others…” Golden Rule and that that I’m a helper at heart. And, the tales told by my daughter, who waitressed her way through her NYC acting days, certainly reinforced my perspective on the matter.

It’s interesting that Mackay’s is a column about how to succeed in the business world.
He ends this one with:

When you are good to others, you are best to yourself. I make it my business to get to know the managers and servers of the top restaurants in town, just as I do the bell captains, and so on. Similarly, I let them get to know me. It doesn’t take a $100 tip for someone to remember you. But I will guarantee you, the minute you are rude, demanding, arrogant or otherwise dismissive, they will remember you — for all the wrong reasons. Don’t even think about asking for a second pat of butter then. From my perspective, there are way too many people who are so arrogant, they have chapped lips from repeatedly kissing the mirror.
So much depends upon ATTITUDE.

So much depends upon…

I always loved the image in that William Carlos Williams poem.
The beginning of that poem came to me today as I thought about an email from my daughter that said:
so Massachussetts is poised to pass an amendment that bans gay marriage, but allows for civil unions — get this — *with all the same rights and priviliges of marriage*. In other words, they can get married, they just can’t call it “marriage”. So it’s not REALLY the institution of the marriange union that they hold sacred, it’s the WORD marriage they hold sacred. It’s so ludicrous
It seems to me that so much of what America is about depends upon the separation of church and state. Right now, the issue of gay marriages is being complicated by the unAmerican blending of the two.
Each religion has the right to sanctify — or not — gay marriages. That is totally separate from having government, the law of the land, legalize them. The fight on the religious front is a whole other fight, but everyone keeps lumping it all together. Legal marriage provides certain rights to the legally married partners.
Religious marriages need to be looked at as the religious sanctification of the legal bond. Religions don’t have to do that if they don’t want to, but that shouldn’t affect the legal rights of the married pair.
Thanks to the neocons, who are insistently imposing religious doctrine on legal issues, the American public is losing perspective. It should be a simple matter of rendering unto Ceasar.
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with
rainwater
beside the white
chickens

It’s really a red and white issue.

64: It just might be a really good year.

Back on 2/19/04, when I was posting from my bloghome away from bloghome because the server I’m on was down, I stuck in a mention of applying to an advanced poetry workshop at the New York State Writers Institute, founded by local and Pulitzer Prize winning author William Kennedy (whose path I used to cross on occasion back in another life [when I had a life] where we had mutual friends).
Well, Happy Birthday to me! I just got a call that I’ve been accepted in the workshop.
OK. Yes, I’m kind of nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this. It’s going to mean I’m going to have to focus on writing poetry for a while, shift gears from mindlessness to mindfulness. My oh my! Now, where did I put that Mind. I know it has to be around here somewhere — maybe with that set of keys I misplaced last year. Or maybe stuffed between the cushions of the couch where, mindlessly, I sit and watch mindless TV each night.
I hope that I can remember how to skin the surface rather than just skimming it. Blogging (at least for me) lends itself so well to skimming — a few quick posts, some skimmy comments here and there, then back to crocheting and “Judging Amy.”
But that’s not how poetry happens for me. It has to brew under a silent and open night sky. It has to boil and roil, ferment a little, the silt sifted out, the skin slipped off, the bottom revealed by the stirring. Time. It takes time. And it takes mind. If I can find it.
I sure hope to Eammon Grennan that I find it before I have to walk into that room full of “advanced poets” on April 1. If I can’t, I’m going to really be an April Fool’s joke.

Award-winning quotes.

The media is full of stuff about the Academy Awards today.
The two best quotes I read today had only a peripheral relationship to the big event — which, like millions of others, I watch until the (yawn) end.
This from a Parade Magazine interview with Viggo Mortensen, the reluctant hero of the Lord of the Rings, Aragorn:
“I knew early on that life is sorrowful”, he replied. “We all decline, slowly or quickly, and we die. We can’t change that. Be we can change our attiude toward it.”
He paused a mement, then added: “We each have only a limited amount of time here. We have to do more with it — pay attention, explore, be open to all of life. Because we have only one chance, we have to make life seem longer than it really is.”

And from piece about the Academy Awards by Diane Cameron, my favorite local columnist, in today’s local newspaper:
It’s also tempting to disdain movies as just entertainment, but we have to remember that movies, even bad ones, become part of us. They are now what plays or poems were in the past: important sources of metaphor and imagery that we draw on in viewing our world and in our own identity formation. Human beings are always making stories and talking to themselves. Stories with pictures are even better. The best movies, though, are the ones in which we star. No need to be embarrassed. It’s a fact that most of us are watching and narrating our own story a lot of the time: “This is me shopping, this is me eating, this is me walking down the street.”
[snip]
We might suspect that with all of the new home entertainment technology, the movie business will shift to all-TV and we’ll simply get our movies at home. But that ignores something older that draws us to the movie theater. That is the ancient urge we have to come together with others in the dark to listen to stories.

And there is also, now, the storytelling in the dark of the Blog.

Good Question, David.

That’s David Weinberger to whom I’m referring, who asked this question in a comment to my post about the passionless Passion.
I ask this as a Jew who hasn’t seen the movie. And I ask it sincerely. If this movie were all you had to go on, what would you think of Christianity? Does it do a good job representing the meaning of the religion?
In my review of the movie, I purposely avoided that issue because I wanted to review the movie as a movie and not as propaganda. Having done that, however, David’s question gives me an excuse to share my answer to that important question — which is unequivacally NO!
The model of tolerance and compassion that the figure of the Christ is supposed to be for Christians is not reflected in the movie. The main message this movie gives about the Christ is that he was tortuously martyred by Messiah-denying Jewish religious leaders. The model of political and philosophical courageous rebellion that the Christ is for lots of us others isn’t there either. The point of the movie is that he said he was the Messiah, and the Jewish leaders said he wasn’t, and there more more of them then there were of him and they won out.
This is not a movie about any of the aspects of Christianity that might make it a valuable path to follow, that might give insight into its potential power to those who don’t know much about it. This is a movie made by a man who looks at the world through a two-inch pipe.
The mindset that made this movie is the same one that caused feminist Monique Wittig to write:

The Passionless Passion

OK. I admit, upfront, that I’m biased. Beginning with the time Sister Mary Whatshername took our sixth grade class to see a Black Friar-produced Passion Play, and continuing through another half-dozen years of Stations of the Cross and Seven Last Words and various other celebrations of that noxious crucifixion, I pretty much had my fill of the story’s gory details.
Maybe that’s why, sitting through Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ this afternoon with my mother snoozing on and off next to me through the less loudly symphonic parts, I felt….well….I felt bored.
Or maybe that’s not why. I mean, I really like going to the movies. And I am deeply enamored of all kinds of mythologies. There was a time that used to to read the gospels over and over because I loved the stories. Hearing Haydn’s interpretation would move me to goose bumps and tears. So, why did Gibson’s Christ leave me cold.
Well, first of all, costly coagulated make-up effects and lots of eerily expressive faces aside, Gibson directed this movie like it was a film student’s final project. All of that slow motion drifting of various droplets, bodily and otherwise! Those creative camera angles and constant crescendos of new age-y music! And, of course, those lengthy close-up portrait shots of fluid-oozing faces!
Anyone who doesn’t know the details of that mythic journey might totally lose track of the story line as it flashes back to various signficant moments in the Christ’s life-before-flogging. You really had to have read the book. Probably several times.
And then there was the flogging. And the flogging. And the flogging. No man born of woman would have lived past the first round. By then, essential organs would have been mortally wounded, and at least a few ribs cracked and sticking in and out of places that they were never meant to be. Certainly, after having just about every inch of skin pretty much flayed to strips, any human would have fainted from the pain, gone into catatonic shock.
Oh, what’s that you say? But he wasn’t human. Oh, but the point of the movie and of scripture is that he was. His father in heaven did not protect him or save him or take that chalice from him. He made his choices and he took his chances.
And so it was with Gibson-the-director. He chose to turn one of the greatest stories ever told into what amounts to a graphic novel. Oddly enough Pontius Pilate comes off as the only character who thinks in more than one dimension. Unfortunately, the historical Pontius Pilate was much less bothered by conscience than the one that Christian mythology has come to embrace and the one that Gibson chose to portray.
I think that Gibson has done a great disservice to both faith and myth, which, when it comes to the passion of the Christ, are based in so much more than the skin-deep story that his movie tells.
Instead of being drawn into the heart of the matter, as I watched Gibson’s movie I was remembering my sixth grade introduction to the Passion Play, when Stanley Szymanski sat next to me and held my hand. And during the most dramatic moment of the play, when the Christ was hanging on the cross and about to utter his last words, and the sound effects thundered and the lighting effects blinded. Stanley leaned over and said to me “let’s get hitched.”
P.S. For some clever related visual sacriligious humor, check out Rage Boy’s “Christ on a Crutch.”

Biblifying the Law of the Land

I got the following from my son’s website, out Oregon way. He says it’s being emailed around, but this is the first I’ve seen it. It sure does make the point — at least it should to anyone who doesn’t look at the world through a two-inch pipe.
As certain politicians work diligently to prevent marriage between two people of the same sex, others of us have been busy drafting a Constitutional Amendment codifying all marriages entirely on biblical principles. After all, God wouldn’t want us to pick and choose which of the Scriptures we elevate to civil law and which we choose to ignore:
Draft of a Constitutional Amendment to Defend Biblical Marriage:
* Marriage in the United States of America shall consist of a union between one man and one or more women. (Gen 29:17-28; II Sam 3:2-5.)
* Marriage shall not impede a man’s right to take concubines in addition to his wife or wives. (II Sam 5:13; I Kings 11:3; II Chron 11:21)
* A marriage shall be considered valid only if the wife is a virgin. If the wife is not a virgin, she shall be executed. (Deut 22:13-21)
* Marriage of a believer and a non-believer shall be forbidden. (Gen 24:3; Num 25:1-9; Ezra 9:12; Neh 10:30)
* Since marriage is for life, neither the US Constitution nor any state law shall permit divorce. (Deut 22:19; Mark 10:9-12)
* If a married man dies without children, his brother must marry the widow. If the brother refuses to marry the widow, or deliberately does not give her children, he shall pay a fine of one shoe and be otherwise punished in a manner to be determined by law. (Gen. 38:6-10; Deut 25:5-10)
* In lieu of marriage (if there are no acceptable men to be found), a woman shall get her father drunk and have sex with him. (Gen 19:31-36)
I hope this helps to clarify the finer details of the Government’s righteous struggle against the infidels and heathens among us

In his post, b!X makes the following statement, which, I think, it right-on.
The same arguments made today against same-sex marriage — which boil down to something about a threat to the social fabric — are merely echoes of the arguments which supported the idea that blacks were not quite human and could be owned as property, the idea that women should not be allowed to cast votes at the ballot box, and the above idea that whites should not marry people of other races.
Thing is, they’re right. Same-sex marriage indeed is a threat to the social fabric, just as were the ideas of free blacks, voting women, and interracial marriages. But when the social fabric clearly is worn, tattered, and only protects the privileged few, it deserves to be threatened.

We can only hope that the next national election will provide what’s needed to do some major Constitutional mending (in contrast to Amending.)