Monday, February 23, 2015

Writing as a Catharsis

“Catharsis”: Release, Purification, Cleansing, Liberation”. The act or process of releasing a strong emotion, especially by expressing it in an art form”
I have often sat in an attempt to write, without much on my mind as to direction, content or context. The blank screen stares back at me and, usually, wins the stare down contest.

Sometimes, however, a tiny spark (and I mean tiny) of imagination lights up the back burner and, slowly, a warming feeling comes about, from back to front. Much like a spreading pool of brackish water as a tilting, unseen ladle slowly feeds the growing puddle.

As this feeling grows, an idea begins to be born. A random thought; a small bit of information which wants to grow, to form, to take substance. Sometimes it is a diffuse silhouette which has no real meaning; yet, sometimes it becomes a recognizable shape, one which can actually be morphed into a somewhat intelligent line, a story, a telling. I have to be truthful. The less I sit to write, the more difficult this transition becomes. It takes longer to thread that needle, to find the sweet spot… to think of what to say and how to say it.

This morning I took the time to read some of the entries posted over the years. The early ones about Cuba and a childhood long gone and too soon ended. Then, entries which became a bit political and some that were downright wistful. It is difficult to think of those who might be interested enough, yet there have been over 10,000 views over this time. It is fascinating and humbling at the same time to think there are so many people who actually read these entries. Thank you for your patience.

It has not been my intent to get involved in political ramblings. However, what has been happening throughout Latin America and even in this great country of ours over the last few years makes it difficult to ignore the political side of life. I know my thoughts are not earth shaking or greatly significant to that vast beyond but, the beauty of being able to express them freely makes them invaluable. As yours are.

So please bear with me as some of these political thoughts creep into these rumblings from time to time. They are just a reflection of feelings and perceptions. And times.

Perhaps it is right to go back to musings and reminiscing of moments past. Some far away and long ago and some others not so far removed. My friend Cheíto called me the other day and we had a conversation which may be worth retelling… soon. There are floating stories about Europe and Asia which are still lost in the inkwell, looking to be put into words and on these pages. It is like re-opening a small window into that somewhat murky beyond, where abstracts and thoughts float and combine… inviting me to pluck at them and to share the pickings with you.

And so I shall…

Be Well … Be Back!!!

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Friday, February 13, 2015

Midnight Torts

With the help of electronic and social media, the old “ambulance chasers” are exploding all around us in an all-encompassing virtual universe.
During those long nights when it is difficult to reconcile sleep one sits in bed and stares, half alive, at those late night movies which loosely fall into the C+/- category. I do not really expect to see an Oscar winning performance (although sometimes there has been a surprise or two) relegated to that time of the morning.

Of course, as an alternate, there are the cheap ads and innumerable "infomercials" to be had. Worse than cheap sweet wine.

What used to be exclusive selling time for vacuum cleaners and kitchen knives has become time for learning about all the diseases you might have been exposed to from the day you were born, and how you can become rich by just calling (888-SUE-THEM) and talking with one of the available specialists on the subject. Apparently these phone people are extremely well versed in all possible diseases and the moneys they can bring you. Especially the latter.

There are many valid circumstances in which an individual may have been wronged and may deserve a fair amount of compensation for the wrongdoing. However, it is also true that these midnight cowboys (of the legal kind) have created an immense phishing industry which is dedicated to create fear amongst the viewers as well as the often false illusion that you can become rich for something which may -or not- have happened during the course of your life.

I could imagine a conversation between two late night owls or, at least one and her/his trying to sleep spouse…

-“OMG Harvey… did ya hear that lawyer guy on the TV?”
-“WHAT’cha talking ‘bout Mabel?” –“My God, look at the time woman… it’s 2 in the morning and I have to go to work tomorrow!” – “GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!!”
-“You could be rich, you fool!” –“This guy’s talking ‘bout problems with breathin’ caused by sumptin’ called usbestus and you snore like a train every night!!” – “That’s gotta be something you could sue som’body for!”
-“What’yu mean?” – “Go to sleep already, will ya!!!”...-“I snore because I fell down and broke my nose when I tripped on the shoes you left in the middle of the room…” ... - “Can I sue you???”

And so it goes. We live in a society which has been brought to the belief that suing somebody for something –anything- is a God given right and the American Way. And, of course, our friendly TV attorneys make sure that belief becomes a religion. After all, it’s their income we are talking about.

Midnight “entertainment”… swinging lawyers, right alongside of homemade “True Reality Shows” have become the staple of late night cheap TV nightmares.

Can we have back-to-back Johnny Carson re-runs???

Be Well … Be Back!!!

Final Notes:
·       Pray for those who are fighting an illness which may take them away from their loved ones… Every request is heard, and counts!!
·       Follow us on Twitter … @RJAsPandora

·       Any comments please send to

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