How does one get by? We’ve always had set backs as a species but somehow this time it’s different. The internet/media have made it different, we get to collectively realize our faults and virtues. Granted not everyone is participating but enough that I think it makes a significant difference. I felt that collective cry when the Newtown Massacre happened in Connecticut last month. It’s hard to understand how we’ve come to this point where freedom of expression encompasses so much violence.
I’ve been debating with myself for years whether mass media plays into our culture of violence as a society. I highly recommend this read by David Wong, it’s long but worth reading, as he says “No, You Can’t Separate Fact from Fiction”. I do believe, “Art imitates life and life imitates art, the thing is I don’t think Fox media cares so much about “Art”. I think they are in it for the money.” When we lived in New York and Peter Greenaway’s film “The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and Her Lover” came out, it was so shocking—but it is a beautiful piece of art. Most of what we see now is not. I love this quote about the movie because it still is so true, “It is about the greed of an entrepreneurial class that takes over perfectly efficient companies and steals their assets, that marches roughshod over timid laws in pursuit of its own aggrandizement, that rapes the environment, that enforces its tyranny on the timid majority–which distracts itself with romance and escapism to avoid facing up to the bully-boys.” From rogerebert.com.
Could it be that if we continue laughing we’ll trigger some chemical reactions and make better choices, become better people? I hope so! The image of the Joker in Batman does come to mind though…..
Here is my Grandfather Sweet’s poem
My dear, you must laugh at life,
Let your smile be gay;
Sorrow, like thrust of a knife,
Can tear the heart away.
Let not your sadness give birth
To tears that shatter pride;
Call out your laughter and mirth
To guard the wound you hide.
When strains of sad music awake
Hurt that is buried deep,
Though you feel your heart must break,
Laugh ‘till you cannot weep.
© by Arthur Carlos Sweet