Post-op thoughts

The cataract removal / lens replacement surgery went fine. Took a couple of advil at the surgery upon leaving but didn’t need anything later. This morning Dr. Long says there is less swelling than he had expected and in general things look good. I was amazed to be able to read a sign on the door from a few feet away!

The good outcome didn’t surprise me, though of course it is pleasing. I assume nothing will go wrong as long as i take the drops i need to take for the next week. But i was thinking, as i prepared for the surgery, of a poem i wrote (I was surprised to find that it was as long ago as 2004) in response to an Emergency Room visit after a particularly bad attack of asthma.

This is written as a cinquain, a specialized form of haiku in which you write lines of 2,4,6,8, and 2 syllables. It came out all right, and I was pleased to remember it. There is a saying, you know, that says “God has no hands to use but ours.” Regardless of your theology, it ought to be a statement you can agree with. The poem:

 E.R

No breath.

Resource’s end.

Surrendering control

To these calm strangers, knowing them

God’s hands.

-10-13-2004

 

Lincoln’s fighting words

Years ago now, I had this dialogue with “Abraham Lincoln.” Naturally, there is no way of knowing if it was Lincoln, or someone in the non-3D impersonating Lincoln (so to speak), or my own imagination, or what. But the material itself rang true, and made a deep impression on me.

I thought this appropriate, on this inauguration day.

Thursday March 29, 2006 (4:32 a.m.)

I awoke thinking about Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address as an act of war against the vindictive policies of the Radical Republicans, sensing that Mr. Lincoln wanted to come in. So I got onto the net, google’d “Lincoln Second Inaugural Address” and found this, at http://showcase.netins.net/web/creative/lincoln/speeches/inaug2.htm. This is the speech in its entirety, saying more in four paragraphs – four paragraphs! – than any political speech I have heard in my lifetime with the possible exception of John F. Kennedy’s currently underrated elegant inaugural address, which shared many of this speech’s qualities.

Continue reading Lincoln’s fighting words

Some pix of ol’ Frank

As you may have noticed, Michael Langevin and Sofia Axelsson have been interviewing me about Rita’s World and associated subjects, and we have put the resulting recordings on YouTube. Last week, we moved into new territory, as Sofia filmed Michael interviewing me. She just sent me some stills, and i like them well enough to share a couple. If nothing else, you’ll get to see what Michael and I look like at this stage in our checkered careers.

A pleasant looking guy. Ah, but looks can be deceptive!

I’d give something to know what Michael just said here.

Having a good time together.

 

Grandpop’s paintings

My mother’s father, Giuseppe (Joe) Cirelli, born in August, 1889, came to this country at age 16, unable to speak a word of English but determined to learn to paint. After a few years in New York City, he moved to Philadelphia and then to Vineland, New Jersey, where he met his fate in Mary Vasell. They married, and he gave up the idea of being a professional painter, instead becoming a different kind of painter. He made his living as a painting contractor, was deeply involved in politics, raised a family of four and then died, instantly, totally unexpectedly, at age 50 in April, 1940.

The family has only a few of his paintings, and although I know I have photos of the ones we have, I find only these two this morning. Both of these he gave to his eldest child, my Aunt Nonnie (Donata, really, but she was always Aunt Nonnie to me). When I find the other photos, I’ll post them.

I never knew Grandpop Cirelli. I wonder what he would have thought of the very different kind of painting I fool with.

 

Thoughts on Sully and government and individualism

Before dropping “Sully” into the mail to Netflix, I watched it again last night. A couple of thoughts:

Of 155 people aboard that airplane, not one casualty. Why? Individual initiative and societal organization, both.  People who think we can get by with only one or the other are either inexperienced or are prisoners of an ideology or are crazy.

Within 24 minutes, 1200 first-responders, seven river ferries.

That airplane landed on the Hudson River because one man exercised his individual judgment, honed by 42 years of experience. The passengers and crew lived because they were saved from exposure on a raw January day by trained teams of first responders, and by people’s immediate instinctive desire to help those in need, combined with pre-existing organization. Fireboats and ferries and first-aid facilities weren’t summoned out of thin air when needed; they existed because they had been created against possible future need.

i’m not saying this very well. My point is that in a complicated technologically integrated society, you can’t have it the way it was when your lone cowboy rode his horse on his own. You need government, you need organization, you need complicated arrangements. At the same time, the more complex society becomes, the more — not less — we need individual judgment, individual courage, individual initiative. And, on the other hand, you also need bureaucracies like the National Transportation Safety Board to analyze what went wrong, what went right, so help prevent future tragedies.

it isn’t an “either / or” situation, and anybody who thinks it is (perhaps because of a one-sided ideology) is not seeing the situation as it is.

It’s all in Hemingway’s underrated novel To Have and Have Not.  It’s as Papa told me, which i quoted in Afterlife Conversations with Hemingway.

[Hemingway speaking to me:] “So — to get back to the point I started — government is a necessary protection racket, and the closer the world gets tied together by technology, the more necessary and the more intrusive government gets. It doesn’t have anything to do with intentions, and not much to do with ideology. It’s a matter of technical necessity, you might call it. If you have sailing ships, they go where they want and they can take their chances. But if you have coal-fired ships, now they have to have coaling stations. And if you go to motor ships, now they have to have access to refueling docks. You see? More complex things require a more complex network of support. And then when radio comes, you can do more to help, so you set up stations to help seamen know where they are by triangulating, and to let them have somebody to broadcast to if they are in trouble. But if you have radio, you have to have some sort of regulation of radio, or it becomes chaotic.

“And so one thing keeps leading to another, and regulation keeps getting piled onto regulation, and it’s always in response to somebody seeing a new need, whether the need is real or not. The thing that is moving it is technical elaboration — or what people call progress. Well, progress always leads toward something, but it also leads away from something, at the same time, and what it’s leading away from had its value; maybe more than what you’re moving toward. No matter what, you can count on the fact that to some people, what you’re calling progress is progress in the wrong direction. By the way, this is why so many people in your time see conspiracy everywhere. They can feel that current, always pushing toward one goal of more complexity, more regulation, more regimentation. They think it’s designed, when it is really gravity, with some people taking advantage of the downhill slope for purposes of their own.”

So those are my late-night thoughts on seeing “Sully” again.