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    ’tis the season

    Another View

    by | 3 | Dec 22, 2015

    Hippo Ballerina Christmas Tree Ornament

    The Irish poet Medbh McGuckian writes about subduing “the disquieting existence of others” in her poem Drawing Ballerinas. Seeing through eyes she describes as “unnerving sparks of matter,” she brings to life another view of the feeling of anxiety, of worry, a knowledge that something is about to pass in this world of disorder and disillusionment. The anxiety may be more than just a feeling. It may be real loss, not just of home and land, but of innocence.

    With winter already now upon us with its heavy paw of discontent, chilling days and nights without end, when our birds can’t get enough food, when the trees rub against one another and moan, and the contours of the hard earth don’t yield to any boot, I search for the “protective curve” that McGuckian says is there in the ballerina’s hair. Is this what she means when she talks of “the dip in the mountain” of our watchful scan, the memory of a time long before when we were behind the trenches, not yet in them, waiting to confront whatever it is to come.

    At this time of year when we are besieged with de rigueur wishes of good cheer, peace and love, I find such commands ring hollow in whatever is left of my inner lining of consciousness. It is simply becoming increasingly difficult to accept the warped accommodations of what is expected, especially in these day when bombs go off with regularity, automatic weapons mow down the innocent who are just around the corner in their ordinariness, when as Yeats said, “mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.” It’s a wonder that most people don’t wake up to “one last feeling” that their lives have become little more than a contour of brittle irony. If only we could do a series of “looping rhythms” to return us to a solid sense of peace and safety.

    So we beggars who do not look for tinsel or ribbon shuffle off and tell ourselves that we have to adjust to the specter that comes with so much change, the dogged unravelling of our cloth. We take for granted that there is some speck of truth in the cliché that life will go on, so we still cling to strange customs and traditions that are but little more than fairy dust.

    We are becoming like so many others who tend to vote against their own best interests. History is marked more by violence and mayhem than it is by love and caring. We are drawn by temptation into believing saccharine nonsense as an aid to give us rest and to distract us from the frightening face of reality, the grimace that is always at the door, pushing hard against what we think are strong barriers.

    I’m more content dancing around the fire of the Solstice rather than gazing at some plastic crèche in the front yard illuminated by colored lights. The symbolism is lost on this old pagan. I’m happy to say, however, that I’m more than willing to lift a mug of grog not just now but any time with a fellow traveler. Without the holiday fanfare, I’m content to sit back and enjoy more severe Irish poetry from the likes of Rita Ann Higgins, Eavan Boland, Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill, and others with piled up consonants in their names. These women see the world through the suffering eyes of mothers whose children have been lost, whose ambitions have been thwarted, whose dreams continue to be troubled for any variety of reasons.

    They bring us real blessings and honest good will, though, not the kind of hypocrisy heard in too many sermons and worn-out songs that assault us without mercy wherever we venture. They are our modern shepherds come to greet us and provide new hope of authentic redemption, since they are the irenic ones who know how to hold families together, how to make our common hearts pump together in harmony, how to bring a sense of love and fulfillment into our beleaguered lives. Their gift of self has been affirmed through their message. They are not simply going through the motions. It is up to us to laud our gratitude upon them, to focus whatever admiration and adulation we can muster that is left in our cynical selves rather than trifle away our opportunity by mouthing words of praise to an unresponsive abstract.

    What we need are swirling ballerinas to sweep us off our feet, to whirl us about in dizzying flights of fancy, paeans of love to the worthy ones who bring real joy to all and everything that matters. When I am in their company, I find it easier to forget those who would keep us in disquiet, drugged to the point that we cannot even find our compass let alone follow it. To all of the season’s simplistic celebrants, besotted by song, presents and gaudy trimmings, I offer another view, one that asks them to opt for a higher level of gifts: those of love, caring and sincerity which they can shower on all people not just now but throughout the year.

    As we come back to McGuckinan, I note that she dedicated her poem to Ann Frances Owens, a schoolfellow and neighbor, who lost her life in 1972 when masked terrorists bombed the cafe where she was enjoying coffee with friends. Writing of Ireland’s present and past history of religious and political “troubles,” McGuckinan finds solace in the dance of the ballerina. She notes that the French painter Henri Matisse said he managed to survive as an artist during the worst years of WWI, by drawing ballerinas. “I may not be in the trenches, but I am in a front line of my own making.”

    Come the end of the week, I’ll be happy and content to find a book of drawings of dancing ballerinas under my imaginary tree.

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    • Image: Hippo Ballerina Christmas Tree Ornament via HDPixa.com (promotional/fair use).
    David Evans

    David Evans

    I'm retired from another life and live in the mountains of eastern West Virginia with my muse Jody along with one little and two big dogs and a diminishing pride of two cats and other critters who come along the path from time to time. I retired one morning years ago when I woke up and said, "This is the day." It was simply time to do something new with my life. I had done whatever I did long enough, and now it was time to do something else. Being independent and no longer in the reins of someone else's driver, I believe I have found something to cherish that I never had before. Retirement may be dull and boring, but that's true only if you are dull and boring. But if you’re like I was, and am, I saw a lot of things as I went along the trail that I would have liked to linger over a lot longer if I had had the time to spare. Above all, I wanted to think about what they meant and have the chance to go back over them and figure them out. I'm not abashed to say that today I lead a life of real luxury. I also recognize that I'm a lucky boy. In the words of Katherine Anne Porter: "My life has been incredible, I don't believe a word of it." I am the author of the recently published collection of essays entitled Meeting Memory In The Dark. Earlier I self-published Words To Woo Her By And Other Distractions Along The Way; Tunes of Glory: The Slow Ticking of the Heart; Cradle My Soul: Glimpses Into Other Lives; and Unscheduled Stops: Essays on Love, Loss and Other Roadside Attractions. All are available on either Amazon or Create Space, a subsidiary of Amazon. Proceeds go to the Almost Heaven Golden Retriever Rescue and Sanctuary in Capon Bridge, West Virginia.

     

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    • Trevor Irvin

      Now I like this piece … some very good lines.
      Regards,
      T

    • tom ferguson

      yes, and without even using the word humbug! this pagan also winces at the exuberant greeting from strangers on the street, “merry christmas!” i have to shake off my grumpiness & search for the deeper impulse… but i’m doing that everyday anyway.

    • Larry

      Wonderful. THANKS

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