I have read Black Watch, Jarhead, and Shooting War, and I must say I am warn out. I don't want to see, hear, think, or even associate myself with another conflict unless one of my friends in the military actually wants to talk about it. I have turned my TV off, I have blocked myself from accessing news websites, I can't get internet on my phone, I am done with war.
It's not that I don't appreciate who is fighting the war, as I said I have friends in Afghanistan and Iraq and I hope that they are safe and protected every day; but I cannot watch or listen to anyone talk about spilling blood. In Black Watch we find again our Jarheads who fight "their war" and are looking for men to kill. This does not equate to my version of manhood. The ideal soldier is not the one who kills the most, but the one that regrets the most that he kills. However I think Swoffard would agree that the soldiers of Black Watch were part of his "Fucked situation." Stranded in the desert after an IED attack waiting for rescue certainly qualifies.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
The Medium of Media
The satire of the Media in Shooting War is very interesting to me. I get hot and bothered whenever a Republican utters the words "Liberal Media" because for so much of this presidency the Media has been an unfunded branch of the state department. I acknowledge that this is how war time Media has traditionally been; Keep the morale up, support the troops, and show how we're winning. I, maybe somewhat naively, believe that media should be unbiased and show the truth and not what the government wants us to see. The Global News Network in Shooting War reminds me of a Fox-like news network all the time. It switches tack fast and is terrifying all day every day. Jessica's mock conversation of a Mid-West family on her blog is so frightening because I could easily imagine it happening.
Where are the voices asking honest questions? Where are the real answers instead of the language crutches and skirting the fence dodging that we've come to expect? Where is our accountability? Ultimately, it comes down to whether we can handle the questions, and even worse the answers. Because we are a frightened people. Because whereas before we could just turn off the TV and gather our thoughts and respond to our fear with determination, now we must turn off the TV, the computer, the radio, the cell phone, and all of our lights, and sit in our homes in silence just to gather enough peace and quiet to face the challenges of a brand new day with enough courage to even open our eyes. The problem of course being that most American's can't turn off their electronics and therefore can't open their eyes.
Where are the voices asking honest questions? Where are the real answers instead of the language crutches and skirting the fence dodging that we've come to expect? Where is our accountability? Ultimately, it comes down to whether we can handle the questions, and even worse the answers. Because we are a frightened people. Because whereas before we could just turn off the TV and gather our thoughts and respond to our fear with determination, now we must turn off the TV, the computer, the radio, the cell phone, and all of our lights, and sit in our homes in silence just to gather enough peace and quiet to face the challenges of a brand new day with enough courage to even open our eyes. The problem of course being that most American's can't turn off their electronics and therefore can't open their eyes.
The Scariest Thing
The art in Shooting War is both beautiful and provacative. The subtle underlay of real photos in with the graphic style is both intense and wonderful. Some of the images are just pretty, others are pretty disturbing. One of the greatest, and scariest is the large hanger looking structure filled with soldiers controlling war machines with PS3's.
We've all heard comedians talk about our "Nintendo Pilot's," George Carlin has a famous bit about the nations hobby of bombing brown people. He says we bomb because it's more fun for our "Nintendo Pilots." We have that concept carried through to a horrible extreme. It is true that every day military scientists are working to unman the frontlines, the sheer brutality of what the soldiers do to a hospital full of sick and injured Iraqi's draws us out of our egocentrism and forces us to consider that not only are U.S. soldiers being hurt in this war, but Iraqi civilians are too. Even though we are not using robotic tanks there is still going to be a lot of collateral damage. Pulling back from the soldier's perspective and forcing us to consider the hospital brings compassion to the fore.
The truth of this book may be that even though we are at war, we should always strive for compassion and most of all understanding.
We've all heard comedians talk about our "Nintendo Pilot's," George Carlin has a famous bit about the nations hobby of bombing brown people. He says we bomb because it's more fun for our "Nintendo Pilots." We have that concept carried through to a horrible extreme. It is true that every day military scientists are working to unman the frontlines, the sheer brutality of what the soldiers do to a hospital full of sick and injured Iraqi's draws us out of our egocentrism and forces us to consider that not only are U.S. soldiers being hurt in this war, but Iraqi civilians are too. Even though we are not using robotic tanks there is still going to be a lot of collateral damage. Pulling back from the soldier's perspective and forcing us to consider the hospital brings compassion to the fore.
The truth of this book may be that even though we are at war, we should always strive for compassion and most of all understanding.
The Frequency Is Courage
I read Shooting War as we were finishing The Mercy Seat because it looked so intriguing I just couldn't wait. I was not disappointed. This book is such a flaming criticism I nearly choked with joy while I read it. One of my favorite parts is the exchange between Dan Rather and Jimmy Burns. "The Frequency is Courage."
This day and age is a time when our country has lost its courage. But we didn't really lose it; it was stolen from us. On monday when the stock market did its impression of Tony Danza's career, on the way home on the ferry you could almost feel the panic hushed over the city like a crouched predator. Now the politicians are reaping what they have sowed. What do you get when you have an entire population overkeyed to the sensation of fear? A population that starts at the slightest word and all you have to do to get the frightened sheep to agree is say the word terrorism or attack. Hell's bells! On September 11th every soul in New York looked up when the heard a plane and the same look of panic crossed our faces. Even politicians aren't safe. When calling for support of a national defense bill, no matter how draconian or wrong it may be, simply mention that it's unpatriotic or not approving it will provoke an attack and you'll have the whole of Washington D.C. goosestepping behind you.
Where is the brave nation that rode forth to stop the Nazi's? Where is the nation that fostered leaders who weren't afraid of dissent? Did it ever exist?
"The Frequency Is Courage." Unfortunately we're on the wrong channel.
This day and age is a time when our country has lost its courage. But we didn't really lose it; it was stolen from us. On monday when the stock market did its impression of Tony Danza's career, on the way home on the ferry you could almost feel the panic hushed over the city like a crouched predator. Now the politicians are reaping what they have sowed. What do you get when you have an entire population overkeyed to the sensation of fear? A population that starts at the slightest word and all you have to do to get the frightened sheep to agree is say the word terrorism or attack. Hell's bells! On September 11th every soul in New York looked up when the heard a plane and the same look of panic crossed our faces. Even politicians aren't safe. When calling for support of a national defense bill, no matter how draconian or wrong it may be, simply mention that it's unpatriotic or not approving it will provoke an attack and you'll have the whole of Washington D.C. goosestepping behind you.
Where is the brave nation that rode forth to stop the Nazi's? Where is the nation that fostered leaders who weren't afraid of dissent? Did it ever exist?
"The Frequency Is Courage." Unfortunately we're on the wrong channel.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
We Will Never Forget
What happens to the world when personal responsibility no longer exists? In The Mercy Seat Ben and Abby sit and reflect on their personal needs while the world is crumbling around them. Abby even mentions that she followed a woman around while she posted fliers looking for her missing son. What happens when the most basic humanity is replaced by complete selfishness. Could their efforts have been better spent not chasing each other cat-and-mouse-like through arguement after arguement? In this day and age when so many need help and aren't getting it, isn't there a better way to spend our time than in arguing over semantics and personal needs?
And I know that some people will say "I donate to charity all the time." Donating is not enough, the world is not as the John Mayer song says. We shouldn't be "waiting for the world to change." We should be making it happen.
And I know that some people will say "I donate to charity all the time." Donating is not enough, the world is not as the John Mayer song says. We shouldn't be "waiting for the world to change." We should be making it happen.
What is it?
What is it to be human? What is it like to live, love, learn, and die? Subjectivists argue that the answer to these questions are dependent upon the individual. Objectivists might argue that each have their own ultimate truth that would lead us to the penultimate truth. However most would agree that each must be experienced for one to understand. Literature argues, must they? Must everyone discover these things for themselves or can someone read someone else's experience and understand these very human and very important concepts.
I think the truth lies somewhere in the middle. I think that these things must be experienced, indeed all of them are side effects of existence, but I believe literature is the context through which we understand them. Or at least additional context. What is it like to live, love, learn, and then die? What is it like to be human?
I think the truth lies somewhere in the middle. I think that these things must be experienced, indeed all of them are side effects of existence, but I believe literature is the context through which we understand them. Or at least additional context. What is it like to live, love, learn, and then die? What is it like to be human?
Sunday, September 7, 2008
The Mercy Seat
If all literature reveals some truth to its audience, the truth of The Mercy Seat isn't the grand, sweeping illumination of the world. It is instead the truth about the choices we make in our interactions with other people and how we live with those choices. Set inside his mistress Abby's apartment after 9/11, Ben Harcourt views the tragedy as an opportunity.
Ben's choices are not to be envied. Do right by your family or do right by someone you've been taking advantage of for so long you've convinced yourself that you haven't. This play is very much about doing the right thing, and what's more, choosing to do the right thing even if it's the hardest thing you've ever had to do.
After just about devouring this play on the ferry back to Staten Island, I found myself looking at some of the choices I've made. I used to run from my problems alot. I ran as far as Florida for two years to escape from myself. One question kept popping into my head, would you do it again?
Ben's choices are not to be envied. Do right by your family or do right by someone you've been taking advantage of for so long you've convinced yourself that you haven't. This play is very much about doing the right thing, and what's more, choosing to do the right thing even if it's the hardest thing you've ever had to do.
After just about devouring this play on the ferry back to Staten Island, I found myself looking at some of the choices I've made. I used to run from my problems alot. I ran as far as Florida for two years to escape from myself. One question kept popping into my head, would you do it again?
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