on human coldness (unfinished)

 

There is no sunset to ride into at the end of life. A sunset is followed by the frozen night, until the day breaks, temporarily. The frozen night returns, always. It is unwavering. The sun fights a constant battle to try and warm the earth, and sustain life. We live, warm, until we die, cold. Even the sun runs on a finite cycle. It's going to work until it can't anymore, and that's the end of life.
 
Don't worry, our lives are much shorter than that cycle. 'But why all the good news?' some may ask. Simple. There's a sickness in my stomach today, that needs to be spit out.

cowardice and irrelevance in journalism

Today a speech by Russian journalist Leonid Parfyonov at a Russian media awards ceremony was brought to my attention. He speaks about the state of Russian journalism, and the lack of a free press in Russia. These journalists are risking their lives to perform their public duty, and here in Sudbury, many journalists and editors don't seem to care either way. I quote (at length), from Parfonov:

"I speak with bitterness, having worked for Russian television full-time or freelance for 24 years. I have no right to blame any of my colleagues: not being a hero myself, I cannot demand heroic deeds from others. But the least we can do is call a spade a spade.  Current affairs programmes on television are doubly embarrassing when compared to the obvious successes of big TV shows and our homegrown school of soap opera. Our television is getting increasingly sophisticated at providing thrills, fascination, entertainment and at making us laugh, but it hardly deserves the title of a civic social and political institution. I am convinced that one of the main reasons for a dramatic fall in viewing figures among the most active part of the population is the fact that people from our circles are saying: why should I turn on the box, they’re not doing it for me!

What is even worse is that most people no longer have any need for journalism.  He got beaten up, so what?  All sorts of people get beaten up these days, so why all this fuss just because of a reporter?  Judging by this type of bewildered response millions of people in our country do not understand that a journalist takes professional risks for the sake of his audience. A journalist does not get beaten up because of what he has written, said or filmed. He gets beaten up because it has been read, heard or seen."

I hear about journalists being threatened and beaten, and sometimes even dying, in their attempts to bring people the truth around the world. At the same time, I watch North American journalism, and become sick to my stomach. Much of it is fat, complacent, and irrelevant. Articles about line-ups at Best Buy, a survey saying Sudburians are happy, and a fluff piece about Cambrian cutting programs run as top stories in the local media.(The Cambrian story is important, but the article is such a College-PR perspective that it's impossible to take seriously.)

These types of stories are what our city has come to expect from our print journalists. Could it be a slow news day? Certainly. However, this is not uncommon. I wish it were. I read an article by a sports editor, which contained at least four major grammatical errors a spell-checker would pick up without difficulty. The citizens of this city, and this country, should demand more of their journalists. what happened to being proud of one's work?

Journalism is a public duty, which is now treated as if it were purely entertainment. It's not meant to be all flashing lights and laughs, it is meant to be hard to swallow at times. I'm not saying journalism shouldn't include features pieces, sports, an entertainment section, or anything besides hard news. I am saying that media personnel have a responsibility to their readers to not simply take a squat over newsprint and publish the results. Quality is important, despite the decline in it we've witnessed over the years.

Around the world we watch journalists dying and being beaten to bring the public the truth. At home, we watch some journalists who are too lazy to get out of their desks to find a good story, and are all too happy to eat press releases and spew out articles that even a student journalist should not be proud of. I wonder what it feels like to look in the mirror. At home, we seem too willing to step onto the treadmills provided for us by public relations and communications professionals. We are unwilling to put foot to pavement in order to dig up real stories.

In Mexico, some journalists are getting shot in the head to report the truth. Locally, we have journalists unwilling to ask difficult questions or take the time to balance their articles, even though they are protected by the force of the law. To put it simply, we have become irrelevant cowards, unwilling to stir the pot, most likely due to fear from corporate masters or flat-out laziness. This is unacceptable. We are failing the public, and failing each other.

Who will speak up for those without a voice if we remain impotent?

the grounded bird

there's a hand

wrapping around

my stomach,

it pulls

endlessly.

 

It wrenches my insides,

my face spreading vomit

across razor-sharp rugs

busy chewing on it.

 

a sinking feeling

dominates

my submissive mind

begging for distractions,

wet with it's legs spread

wide

open,

it never sleeps

alone.

 

there's a broken

moment

stuck on repeat,

drowning in the now

unable to spew enough

to breathe well or often.

shallow breaths,

interrupted,

sustain me.

 

No oxygen licks

my charcoal wings,

a grounded bird of

LEGEND

looking ordinary.

a dreamscape reality of broken memories

It was never about,

not wanting to have

to

change

my plans

or your hopes

and dreams.

I always knew I’d fail,

and you are

a mistake

I never wanted to make.

fingers

triggers

dancing

together.

end of all

somethings,

that started from

nothings.

A sick,

pathetic,

dance of naked

bodies strewn across

a dreamscape reality.

memories shimmer

in the distance

too far for me

to see clearly,

but close enough

to remind me what

I have missed out on

all of these broken years.

The duty of a thinking person to their community: an essay

 

The question of what, if anything, is owed to a community by a thinking person is a pressing one. In an age where it is easier than ever to reach out to other humans, and also to become educated, due to the prevalence and accessibility of the internet, there has never been a more pressing time to discuss the issue.

There are several philosophers, and, in fact, superheroes and politicians, who provide marvellous answers concerning the duty of the thinking individual. The thinking individual has a duty to their community, and the debt can never be paid in full. It is the responsibility of thinking individuals to educate people in their community, which in the modern day, extends globally. Socrates is the first philosopher to be examined, followed by Soren Kierkegaard. Spider-Man and Pierre Elliott Trudeau will be examined next.

For Socrates it was not a question of whether or not a thinking individual had a duty to his community, but rather to what length a thinking people should push themselves in aiding their fellow citizens. With Socrates, there didn't seem to be a limit. A thinking individual owed it to his community to question everything, and to make sure that others were being engaged. Not even the threat of death should stop the thinking individual from performing his duty, as Socrates forfeit his life to demonstrate.

Socrates was exceptional in his perseverance and determination with educating his fellow man, and believed god had charged him with the task of educating others. This led to his strong conviction with educating his fellow citizens, which would not even be broken by the threat of charges or death. Socrates explains how he wanted to educate citizens to become wisest and best:

“That is what I did. I tried to persuade each of you to care first not about any of his possessions, but about himself and how he'll become best and wisest; and not primarily about the city's possessions, but about the city itself; and to care about all other things in the same way.”

Socrates did not understand how these men did not see the good he was doing for the community.

The fact he was not well-accepted by his fellow citizens did not dissuade him however. The topic of becoming an outcast, or at least having to sacrifice greatly to helps others, will be discussed at great length when Kierkegaard is examined.

Socrates saw his impending death as something that would do more harm than good to his city. “You may be sure that if you put me to death – a man of the sort I said I was just now – you won't harm me more than you harm yourselves,” he said during his trial. This quote does not simply define his position in regards to the amount of good he was responsible for. The statement also demonstrates the sincerity with which he approached life, and the general education of himself and his fellow man. Socrates did not mean any harm with his questioning, and was quite sincere with his attempt to do good. As we will see later, when superheroes are discussed, intentions do not often save one from being on the wrong side of public opinion.

Socrates' intentions are further expressed in his response to the punishment of exile, which he brings up as a possible punishment that he could never serve. In discussing exile, he also discusses the manner in which others view his attempts at performing good as something negative:

“If I say that to do that would be to disobey the god, and that is why I can't mind my own business, you won't believe me, since you'll suppose I'm being ironical. But again, if I say it's the greatest good for a man to discuss virtue every day…on the grounds that the unexamined life isn't worth living for a human being, you'll believe me even less.”

At this point, Socrates discusses how god has charged him with the duty to educate others, how he is often misunderstood or seen as a negative force in the community, and how he knows few people believe him when he suggests the unexamined life is not worth living.  He can not allow himself to be exiled, as he is performing god's work, but he also realizes no one will believe him when he claims he is following god's will. After trying to explain how he is performing his duty to the community, and failing to persuade the jury, he is sentenced to death. After he is sentenced, he has some more sincere, if not slightly mocking, words for the jury.

“When my sons come of age, gentlemen, punish them by harassing them in the very same way that I harassed you, if they seem to you to take care of wealth or anything before virtue, if they think they're someone when they're no one. Reproach them, just as I reproached you: tell them that they don't care for the things they should and think they're someone when they're nothing.”

The snarky nature of his comments should not undermine the meaning behind them. He sincerely hopes that there is someone around to question his children as they grow up, in the manner he questioned people. He sincerely wants to make people the best they possibly can be, and he feels his approach is a good one. Therefore he hopes someone pushes his children in the same manner he pushes others. The fact that he is using his limited time to address the public to discuss this matter should also be noted, because of its sincerity.

It is worth briefly mentioning Aristotle's belief regarding virtue being attainable for everyone. We will see a contrast with Kierkegaard's views, which will be discussed shortly. Aristotle believes the “best state” will be one in which virtue or “excellence is a mean,” which will be attainable by everyone. Therefore he believes that in the best state, virtue will be attainable by everyone. This is obviously an idealistic perspective of what a state should be, but the important thing to note is that he believes eventually virtue will be attainable by everyone. It is uncertain whether or not he means virtue in the same manner Kierkegaard does, but it can be assumed that he does.

At the time of Aristotle's writing, there was not the distinction between regular virtue and the higher virtue, which is discussed at length by Kierkegaard. Kierkegaard does not believe true virtue is attainable by everyone, and his arguments are more geared towards the separation of regular folks from the “thinking” folks. That being said, Aristotle is obviously not talking about the lower form of virtue when he is discussing it, and more easily fits into the higher virtue discussion.

Kierkegaard's concept of “double danger” adds an interesting element to the discussion. The first part of this concept is that humans must “overcome the natural selfishness and simple inertia that push us towards the satisfaction of our own desires when those desires conflict with the good of others.” The second part is that humans who have undertaken the first danger must also “put up with being abominated almost as a criminal, insulted and ridiculed.” Furthermore, he argued an individual who wishes to be truly good, and in doing so rise above the ordinary level of moral virtue, must accept the negative reaction from others. C. Stephen Evans summarizes it, “We may admire saints at a safe distance, but an actual encounter with heroic selflessness is likely to disturb us.”

According to Kierkegaard, a thinking individual owes the community an existence in which they may be seen as an abomination by their fellow citizens. This is a fairly harsh judgement from him, but something that is not uncommon in history, or even fiction. Kierkegaard's “double danger” concept is seen clearly with Socrates. He was too just for his fellow citizens, and was simply too good, it would appear. Therefore, he drew their ire, so much so, that he ended up dying by their hand. Those familiar with superheroes will see the concept of “double danger” quite clearly with the earlier days of Spider-Man.

The Spider-Man comic series has a famous saying: “With great power, comes great responsibility.” The line is told to Peter by his Uncle Ben early in the series, and resonates throughout the entire series.

The concept was also used heavily in Spider-Man 2 (the film). Peter Parker, Spider-Man's secret identity, is frequently forced to sacrifice his own happiness in favour of his duty to the community. He often forgoes chances at love and happiness, or even a regular life in general, so that he may aid his fellow citizens. He is often criticized in the Daily Bugle for his efforts, despite how heroic they are. These criticisms match up with Kierkegaard's concept of the second danger perfectly. In the presence of one so heroic, J. Jonah Jameson, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle, is disturbed and therefore tries to bring Spider-Man down. Spider-Man has not been forced to drink Hemlock yet, but that is not for a lack of trying on Jameson, or some of the other villains' part.

One might argue that a superhero is far removed from the 'thinking man' we are debating in this paper, but I disagree. The thinking man has an extraordinary gift, which allows him to help people in a manner regular people are unable to. Superheroes have super-powers, or are blessed with superhuman abilities at least, which allow them to perform public duties regular humans could not generally perform. In both cases, the individual is responsible to their community, because they are able to help where others might not be.

This duty may not be something that is natural for humans. In fact, judging from the works of Socrates and Kierkegaard, it would seem it is quite unnatural for humans to behave in such a good manner. Humans are more likely to try and disgrace, or even kill, someone who is attempting to behave in such a good fashion. For the last section of this paper, Trudeau's beliefs regarding international aid will be discussed.

In his recent book While Canada Slept, Andrew Cohen discusses Trudeau's outlook on foreign aid. “Trudeau was intellectually committed to foreign aid,” he says. “Having travelled widely in the Third World, he understood the obligation of the rich to the poor.”

Whereas Socrates focused on benefiting his fellow citizens of Athens, and Spider-Man generally focuses on his city as well (with the occasional saving-the-world event thrown in for good measure), Trudeau was a global thinking man. I'm not suggesting Socrates wasn't universal in his philosophical discussion, but his scope of impact was limited to Athens during his life. Trudeau chose to focus on international aid, as he lived in the modern day 'global village.' Trudeau speaks of the importance of international aid for the countries receiving the aid, but also the positive effect doing good has on the giver (which is a bit of a contrast with Kierkegaard, no doubt):

The social, economic, and political betterment of any man anywhere is ultimately reflected in this country. Unquestionably the concept of international assistance is appealing because it is one of the most uplifting endeavours in which man has ever engaged. But we must never forget that in this process Canadians are beneficiaries as well as benefactors.”

Trudeau's view is that performing good deeds helps the giver, as well as the receiver. This is a direct contrast to Kierkegaard's “double danger” concept. However, both men agree that there is a duty to perform good actions when one is capable of doing so. Both would also agree that the thinking man should educate others, just as Socrates did.

In the end, Socrates, Kierkegaard, Trudeau and Spider-Man all agree, in principle and often in action, that good should be performed whenever it is possible. The thinking man has an obligation to his community to help make the members of their community as wise as possible, and to help make them the best human beings they can be. This is a responsibility that falls on every thinking person, in every community, and to push it aside would be an act of evil.

a description of love

My fingers break the intangible air,

I imagine

victory,

or some sweet defeat,

breaking point,

the blood of the sky

pouring down my

assailant hands

sweet liquid

invisible

but I feel

it.

 

I imagine your

loving but cold

hands

rubbing

all the sore spots

on my broken back

from too many nights

up screaming at life

trying to manipulate it

like i did all those poor

sad broken

left-behind

people I used to

feel so close to but now

we all float apart

drifting satellites

each shaking away

violently,

with lovers on our backs,

and fake lovers grasping

at flailing legs

growing more distant.

 

A humble comet,

burning up slowly,

no longer alone.

get busy growing

The gates are down,

broken down,

I marched in with

malicious intent

as only humans can.

 

No survival instinct,

pure aggression unwrapped,

punching at your fragile state of mind,

to err is human,

to kill

maim

break

destroy

decapitate 

is GODLY.

 

there is no quick fix,

no fix at all,

for the broken humanity,

that still dances as a saint,

while proving to be the sinner.

 

No dawn will break,

there's no storm passing

which would break if weathered

long enough

unless you count on death,

which is always counted out

but never down for the count.

 

No twilight of peace,

and what a stupid book,

and what a stupid wish.

 

Life is a torrent of lightning,

fire and destruction,

where a tree shelters you

momentarily,

or you huddle with others

sometimes for a night,

sometimes for fifty years

but nothing lasts

and death is lonely.

 

Get busy growing,

or keep dying;

but enjoy it.

A dead connection

A dead connection,

struggling to stand on the horizon,

like a dead, hollowed-out metropolis;

once great, strong, and teeming with life

and love,

now thew blood has gone,

the face is pale.

 

Three years,

two,

what does it matter,

when you dance on the scythe

of a midnight sky

alone.

 

Your toes drag,

peeling skin leaving crimson,

on powdery white-blue acrylic skies.

 

The artist's brush paints

and captures a sadness inconceivable

to the human eye

but captured nonetheless.

 

Wrapped hands stop

red red waters of life

from deserting you

in a fight you've lost

for too many years.