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Sadness and living well

Monday, June 14th, 2010

Monday morning out early 6.30am with Sam (our black Labrador he’s a rescue) I am sitting under an oak tree in the middle of a field of deep grass looking out towards Welsh Marches over more lush green fields and greener trees and one 20 acre field of barley studded with poppies. Very wet feet after heavy overnight rain, trainers my son bought me in Baltimore eight years ago still going strong if a bit disreputable, but very comfortable when dry. I had never worn trainers until he insisted on buying me these, they were outrageously expensive.

Hate Monday mornings always a reality check, and having to get my head into a business mode. I was musing on what I’d really like to be doing and right now I would like to be somewhere where I could turn off all media television, radio internet for a month. How good would that be? (Descartes said, ‘He who lives hidden lives well.’ ) Well I would like to live well hidden and you know  nothing would change.  Turn it all back on and the same sad rubbish would come out, politicians gibbering on about the economy, oil spillages and ecological disaster another sixty people blown to smithereens by a murderous car bomb, another poor boy killed in Afghanistan and the sudden rush of sadness thinking of the sixty, or the one parent somewhere receiving the news.

How jolly to know that according to the World Health Organisation, depression will become the second leading cause of worldwide disability by 2020, second only to heart disease. Yet research has shown that doctors have been regularly labelling people as depressed when they are simply sad, and that sadness is good for you. Researchers have also undertaken studies to ask happy and sad volunteers to judge the truth of a range of urban myths and rumours, and found that sad people tended to be more sceptical. This is because negative moods lessen the likelihood that a person will rely on simple stereotypes when responding negatively to minority groups and that when you’re sad, you pay more attention to new information in the outside world

Sleeplessness, lack of concentration and changed appetite are all side affects of normal sadness but the way that doctors interpret these criteria of sadness is to describe them as depression, which they then treat yet more antidepressant drugs. How sad is that?

Things that make me sad right now are the physical distances between my children and me and how little I get to see them. Success and fame have their downside and the far side of America is a long way away.

The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom. Isaac Asimov

Yevgeni Yevtushenko Babi Yar

Monday, May 24th, 2010

BABI YAR

No monument stands over Babi Yar.
A steep cliff only, like the rudest headstone.
I am afraid.
Today, I am as old
As the entire Jewish race itself.

I see myself an ancient Israelite.
I wander o’er the roads of ancient Egypt
And here, upon the cross, I perish, tortured
And even now, I bear the marks of nails.

It seems to me that Dreyfus is myself.
The Philistines betrayed me – and now judge.
I’m in a cage. Surrounded and trapped,
I’m persecuted, spat on, slandered, and
The dainty dollies in their Brussels frills
Squeal, as they stab umbrellas at my face.

I see myself a boy in Belostok
Blood spills, and runs upon the floors,
The chiefs of bar and pub rage unimpeded
And reek of vodka and of onion, half and half.

I’m thrown back by a boot, I have no strength left,
In vain I beg the rabble of pogrom,
To jeers of “Kill the Jews, and save our Russia!”
My mother’s being beaten by a clerk.

O, Russia of my heart, I know that you
Are international, by inner nature.
But often those whose hands are steeped in filth
Abused your purest name, in name of hatred.

I know the kindness of my native land.
How vile, that without the slightest quiver
The antisemites have proclaimed themselves
The “Union of the Russian People!”

It seems to me that I am Anna Frank,
Transparent, as the thinnest branch in April,
And I’m in love, and have no need of phrases,
But only that we gaze into each other’s eyes.
How little one can see, or even sense!
Leaves are forbidden, so is sky,
But much is still allowed – very gently
In darkened rooms each other to embrace.

-”They come!”

-”No, fear not – those are sounds
Of spring itself. She’s coming soon.
Quickly, your lips!”

-”They break the door!”

-”No, river ice is breaking…”

Wild grasses rustle over Babi Yar,
The trees look sternly, as if passing judgement.
Here, silently, all screams, and, hat in hand,
I feel my hair changing shade to gray.

And I myself, like one long soundless scream
Above the thousands of thousands interred,
I’m every old man executed here,
As I am every child murdered here.

No fiber of my body will forget this.
May “Internationale” thunder and ring
When, for all time, is buried and forgotten
The last of antisemites on this earth.

There is no Jewish blood that’s blood of mine,
But, hated with a passion that’s corrosive
Am I by antisemites like a Jew.
And that is why I call myself a Russian!

By Yevgeni Yevtushenko
Translated by Benjamin Okopnik, 10/96

Tom Waits and bibliomancy and Barbados

Friday, April 30th, 2010

‘The captain is a one eyed dwarf, he’s throwing dice along the wharf.’ I sailed with him

Barbadoes, the easternmost of the Windward Islands in America: it is general a level country, though not without hills, it is 25 miles in length and 15 in breadth. It had formerly a good deal of wood, but is now almost consumed with carrying on the sugar-works.

The commodities which they export are sugar, rum, cotton, indigo, and ginger; and they have most of the fruits common to the climate. The number of white inhabitants are about 20,000, who have 100,000 negro slaves. They have no manufactures, nor do they breed many cattle; receiving most of their corn, cattle, flesh and salted from North America, and their clothes and furniture from England.

And they have one particular production called Barbadoes tar, which rises out of the earth, and swims upon the surface of the water. It is of greatest use in the dry belly-ache, and in diseases of the breast.

It is 70 miles E. of the islands of St Vincent, and 90 S.E. of Martinico. The capital town is St. Michael, or Bridgetown, which lies in lon. 59.36. W. lat. 13.5 N. Source: Barclay’s Dictionary 1813.