Saturday, September 15, 2012

Unbearably Poignant, Deliciously Cathartic

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"Blood of Eden" from Peter Gabriel's album "Us" represents Gabriel at his most poignant, both as a vocalist and a songwriter. The overt, raw (yet always wry) celebration of sexuality that characterizes such songs as "Sledgehammer," "Kiss that Frog," and "Steam" here gives way to the expression of the unbearable pain of uncoupling.

Eden as referenced in this song represents the mythical perfect bliss of "the man in the woman and the woman in the man." The "blood" of Eden refers to the heartbreak of undoing that bond of bliss.

While biblical imagery is persistent throughout the song, Gabriel also throws in an artful Shakespeare quotation: "Is that a dagger or a crucifix I see?" This nod to Lady Macbeth seems to suggest that "the woman" has done violence to their bond--something that tracks with what supposedly was going on in Gabriel's life around the time the album was recorded.

"At my request, you take me in," he sings in the amorphous, free-flowing bridge. "What a moment is this...A moment of forgetfulness...a moment of bliss..." This is followed by a high-pitched, deeply plaintive cry in Gabriel's unique, broken-voice style. Strongly implicit in that heartrending cry is that both lovers are painfully aware that they have just made love for the last time.

At its most basic, "Blood of Eden" is the ultimate "breakup sex" song. At a deeper level, it is a heartbreaking, deeply affecting work of art, sure to provide the sensitive listener with a delicious catharsis.


Copyright 2012 by William K. Ferro
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Friday, September 14, 2012

Steam

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I love "Steam" by Peter Gabriel. The lyrics are dryly satirical and overtly sexual--two persistent characteristics of Gabriel's work. It's seemingly sung to a woman who suddenly imagines herself the world's leading authority on everything:

You know your culture from your trash
You know your plastic from your cash
When I lose sight of the track
You know the way back
But I know you

You know your stripper from your paint
You know the throttle from the brake
You know your straight line from your curve
You've got a lot of nerve
But I know you

Which seems to say, "Yes, I know you know everything now. But there's one thing I know: you.

And then:

You're turning up the heat 
When I start to dream aloud
See you move your hands and feet 
Won't you step into this cloud of steam
This steam
(Give me steam, Lady)

Which seems to suggest, "Now that we've established that you think you know everything (and that I'm onto you) can we please get down to business?"

Cheers,

WKF




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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Rhetorical Flourishes and Delinquent Accounts



Just finished a political speechwriting gig. Rhetorical Flourishes R Us!

Here's a topic near and dear to every freelancer's heart: dealing with delinquent accounts. Ever work your rear end off on a long, time-consuming gig, only to have the client fall off the planet after the final product is delivered and it's time  to settle up? Isn't that just a pile of...fun?

Just happened to me. Did a substantive edit on a hugely long manuscript that needed a great deal of work. Worked overtime to get it to the client as quickly as possible--to the exclusion of other,  potentially remunerative work. As of today, third notice of balance due ignored and counting. Just lovely.

On a happier note, the vast majority of my clients are perfectly punctual, and an absolute pleasure to work with/for. So happy that the current situation is the exception and not the rule!

Cheers,

WKF

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

A Reason to Breathe...

...A Day to Take Refuge


Eleven years ago today, my wife came perilously close to losing her life in the 9-11 attacks. Every year on this date, I have a special reason to breathe mindfully, take refuge, and seek balance.

When Siddhartha identified hatred, greed, and delusion as “The Three Poisons” that cause human suffering, it was a stroke of genius. The terrorist attacks of 2001 were absolutely emblematic of the first and third of these: imagine the hatred required to kill thousands of civilians whom you’ve never met and have never harmed you in any way. Consider the depth of delusion it takes to imagine that a deity will confer post-mortem rewards for committing mass murder!

An atrocity of such magnitude, however, can also serve as an incentive for spiritual practitioners to pursue the opposites of those poisonous mental states: love, generosity, and enlightenment. I am reminded once again of the simple observation that “hatred does not cease by hatred; by love alone does it cease.” That being said, if someone makes it clear beyond all doubt that he intends to kill you or yours, you have to do what you have to do. Something Obama did, to his great credit (it was an incredibly ballsy move to subtract the chief architect of 9/11 from the world—one that could have done him incalculable political harm had it backfired).

There will always be madmen intent on inflicting harm and taking life. We need not sink to their hateful level in response; if we do, we invalidate our own spiritual practice. We must do everything in our power to protect ourselves and those we love from those suffering from hate-addled minds, but we can do so in a compassionate state. We can hope that they will seek and find enlightenment, even as we defend against the harm they seek to inflict. And when we are forced to take action against those who murder our citizens, we need to show some restraint—no high-fiving and “Ding dong, the witch is dead” celebrations. Again, that Obama’s circle refrained from such displays says a great deal about them.

This is a day for taking refuge in the power of awakening, the strength of community, the joy of mental clarity. I am inspired always by Thich Nhat Hahn, who witnessed firsthand the devastation of war in his homeland, and responded by initiating the “Engaged Buddhism” movement. As a young monk in Vietnam, he realized that it was insupportable for him and his fellow practitioners to remain behind the monastery walls meditating while bombs fell on nearby civilians. Instead, they went into the war-torn villages, doing all they could to relieve the tremendous suffering there. Nhat Hahn later traveled in a peacemaking mission to the United States, where (in his words) “many of the seeds of the conflict originated.” There, he confounded his own government by refusing to take sides. The carnage, he said, was not the fault of the Viet Cong nor the Americans; neither the communists nor the capitalists were to blame. Instead, he said, the suffering and loss of life in Vietnam were the result of a mass delusion: the idea that a disagreement about the best way of arranging an economy is a reason to kill. In response, his government exiled him from Vietnam; Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. subsequently nominated him for the Nobel Peace Prize.

As my country enters its eleventh year of continuous warfare in a new generation, it is sobering to realize how easily the lessons of the past are forgotten. Here is where my adulation for our current Chief Executive is tempered, because he has kept the conflict in Afghanistan very much alive throughout his first term. We were not attacked in 2001 by any country, but by a band of psychopaths deluded by hateful ideology and intent on inflicting maximum carnage, throwing their own lives away in the process. Of course we have to protect ourselves against such individuals and groups, but I submit that to continue waging war in a foreign country (and in the minds and souls of our young people in combat) is at best an inefficient means of doing so. At worst, it is a kind of madness. To his credit, Obama has pledged to have the troops home by 2014. But what are they still doing there now?

I’m not naive. I am fully aware that Osama bin Laden, had he survived, would have continued plotting death and destruction throughout the Western world. But he is at the bottom of the ocean. As Obama observed in his convention speech, the leadership of Al Qaeda is decimated and the influence of the Taliban is in tatters. It is time to conclude the conflict in Afghanistan with the same honor and dignity with which we ended the warrantless war in Iraq. To heal the wounds of war, both physical and psychic.

There is an alarming suicide rate among our returning soldiers; we lose about one each day. This should come as no surprise. We drop them into hell with a mandate to kill other human beings, and expect them to come out of it mentally and spiritually whole. I hope they will learn mindfulness meditation techniques—or any other techniques that work for them—to deal with and process the horrors they have experienced.


For me, this date is an annual reminder of the consequences of hatred and delusion, and an opportunity to transform those mental states into love and awakening. Reimagined by a relatively enlightened leader into a day set aside for community service, it also stands as a call for a collective return to sanity.

Cheers,

WKF



Copyright 2012 by William K. Ferro
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Saturday, September 8, 2012

Kiss that Frog!





Jump in the water, come on baby, jump in with me.
Jump in the water, come on baby, get wet with me.

--Peter Gabriel

Thursday, September 6, 2012

A Succinct Distillation

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This blog, originally intended to be the journal of a writer on writing, has become more of a place for political commentary of late. In my own defense, let me note that we're in the thick of an election year marked by highly extreme views, views that cry out for commentary.

It's hard to imagine a better, more succinct distillation of the stark choice we face in November than the one articulated by Clinton last night: 

     "The most important question is, what kind of country do     you want to live in? If you want a 'you're on your own, winner-take-all' society, you should support the Republican ticket. If you want a country of shared prosperity and shared responsibility -- a 'we're-all-in-this-together' society -- you should vote for Barack Obama and Joe Biden."


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Clinton managed to capture the essence of the choice without even alluding to the genuinely disturbing social policy positions of the opposition. Choosing to pander to the most extreme faction of their base, Republican Party leaders have adopted one of the most hardline platforms of any party in modern times. They have unabashedly declared themselves to be the party of the corporation over the individual; the multimillionaire over the ordinary working person; the male over the female, and the religious extremist over the secular or religious moderate. Moderation itself,  historically viewed as a virtue among conservatives, now appears to be considered anathema. Not to put too fine a point on it, their clearly-stated regressive social views place the rights of women, minorities of all kinds, the middle class and the poor in actual jeopardy.

As a registered Independent, I rarely accuse one political party while singing the praises of another (there's usually plenty of credit and blame to go around). But I submit that in the particular climate in which we find ourselves, there simply seems to be only one party that is interested in the well-being of anyone who is not wealthy, white, male, and (ostensibly, at least) straight and some species of Christian. It seems clear to me that women who prize their self-determination, racial minorities, the LGBT community, secularists and members of minority religions (other than the Church of Latter-Day Saints) have exactly one place to turn in November. Unless they choose to vote against their own self-interest, which sometimes happens in the case of the single-issue, ideologically-driven voter. 

This election is about all Americans, not just about individual sectors of the population; nor is it solely about economics. Issues of basic fairness and equal opportunity for all should also inform the choices we make in the voting booth. 



Cheers,

WKF

Monday, September 3, 2012

Shakin' the Tree

By Peter Gabriel & Youssou N'Dour 

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Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon, We are shakin' the tree
Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon, We are shakin' the tree

Waiting your time, dreaming of a better life
Waiting your time, you're more than just a wife
You don't have to do what your mother has done
She has done
This is your life, a new life has begun


It's your day - a woman's day
It's your day - a woman's day

Turning the tide, you are on the incoming wave
Turning the tide, you know you are nobody's slave 

Find your sisters and brothers 
Who can hear all the truth in what you say
They can support you when you're on your way


It's your day - a woman's day
It's your day - a woman's day

Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon, We are shakin' the tree
Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon, We are shakin' the tree

Changing your ways, changing those surrounding you
Changing your ways, more than any man can do
Open your heart, show him the anger and pain, so you'll heal
Maybe he's looking for his womanly side, let him feel

You had to be so strong
And you've done nothing wrong
Nothing wrong at all
We're gonna break it down
W're gonna shake it down
Shake it all around

Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon, We are shakin' the tree
Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon, We are shakin' the tree





Copyright 1989 by Peter Gabriel and Yousou N'Dour
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