Archive for December, 2013

Stoodup

December 22, 2013

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so we had some plans to meet
it was gonna be my treat
just another broke appointment
i’ll have to live the disappointment
and you used to be so sweet

so you’re never gonna come
now my heart is going numb
i sat for about an hour
with a bunch of wilting flowers
how could I ever be so dumb?

so I guess this is the end
you only liked me for a friend
all your kisses and your laughter
didn’t mean a whole lot after
is it so easy to pretend?

does it give your heart a thrill
when you close in for the kill?
is it true that you believe
you only win when you deceive?
or is it just your only skill?

by Richard W. Bray

Just What They Will

December 17, 2013

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folks gonna do just what they will
keep going till they get their fill
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife

you only got one chance to live
there are so many ways to give
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife

you gotta live in your own head
and so it goes until you’re dead
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife

you can’t talk nobody sane
no matter how much you explain
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife

by Richard W. Bray

An Old Car with a Good Paintjob

December 11, 2013

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Lord, give me a Mustang
Or a GTO
With some big chrome bumpers
I’ll be ready to go
I’ll take a Sixty-Eight Charger
Or an Oldsmobile
With no power nothing
And some big rubber wheels

I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real

Lord, give me a pickup
With a three on the tree
With my buddies in back
Like it’s supposed to be
I’ll take red Firebird
Or a Dodge Daytona
We’ll be haulin some ass
From here to Pomona

I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real

Don’t need a big piece of plastic
With fuel injection
Don’t need no unibody frame
For my protection
Just want an AM/FM
With all transistors
I’ll be hittin the road
Till my butt gets blisters

I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real

by Richard W. Bray

The Existential Implications of “Unready to Wear”

December 4, 2013

Kurt Vonnegut

Now it is part of the Cartesian mode to think of consciousness as something peculiar to the head.  This is the organ originating consciousness.  It isn’t.  It’s an organ that inflects consciousness to a certain direction, a certain set of purposes, but there’s a whole consciousness here, in the body

Joseph Campbell from The Power of Myth (A PBS Documentary)

Sentience and consciousness are inseparable; thinking is a function of feeling.  The brain is not separate from the body; rather, the brain is part of the central nervous system, which runs throughout the body. In 1952 Kurt Vonnegut wrote a Science Fiction short story called “Unready to Wear” which pokes fun at the Cartesian notion of mind/body separation.

The unnamed narrator of “Unready to Wear” describes how people have become “amphibious” by liberating themselves from “parasite bodies” which “were a lot more trouble than they were worth.” The author notes that when an amphibian vacates the body, anger, greed, jealousy and vanity evaporate.

Although they are content to exist merely as souls, the amphibians maintain warehouses full of bodies which they reenter from time to time for reasons of nostalgia.  For example, the narrator’s wife Madge likes to occasionally visit her former house, so she

borrows a body once a month and dusts the place, though the only thing a house is good for now is keeping termites and mice from getting pneumonia.

As soon as an amphibious person enters body, however, “chemistry takes over” and the person become slave to his “glands”, rendering him

excitable or ready to fight or hungry or mad or affectionate, or—well, you never know what’s going to happen next.

Thus, reunited with a body, the amphibians are immediately overwhelmed by the body’s various appetites.  The narrator notes that he has never

met an amphibian yet who wasn’t easy to get along with, and cheerful and interesting –as long as he was outside a body. And I haven’t met one yet who didn’t turn a little sour when he got into one.

Our protagonist laments that

Nobody but a saint could be really sympathetic or intelligent for more than a few minutes at a time in a body–or happy, either, except in short spurts.

Unfortunately for humanity, our “bodies bring out the worst in us no matter how good our psyches are.” Of course, “Unready to Wear” is a silly story, but satire has its uses. Our narrator complains that “the mind is the only thing about human beings that’s worth anything.  Why does it have to be tied to a bag of skin, blood, hair, bones, and tubes?”  This question practically answer itself.  For human beings, the possibility of consciousness minus a physical body is an absurdity.  As the poet Theodore Roethke astutely explains, We think by feeling. And we have no alternative existential choice. We could never be happy or sad or angry or proud or anything else without the physical sensations that ignite thinking.* Whether we like it or not, human beings are animals.  However, we can take slight solace in the following observation from David Hume:

there is some benevolence, however small, infused into our bosom; some spark of friendship for human kind; some particle of dove kneaded into our frame, along with elements of the wolf and the serpent.

*I’m borrowing that term from Marc D. Hauser

by Richard W. Bray