The White Coat
For those with chronic illness impelled to attend
a place of healing and comfort hospitals resemble
institutions of religious faith where parishioners
gather seeking direction and assurance from a higher
order whose earthly representative is regarded
as an emissary from god. No less is the medical
practitioner considered a demi-god healing the ill
thrusting the spectre of the Grim Reaper away from
contention. And so doctors have become priests
of health, a position to which they accustom themselves
in entitlements of venerated power over death
taking their very special place in public trust. Until
nature presumed to retrieve for herself the overlooked
reality as arbiter of existence creator of all that is
in whom alone divine authority rests, thrusting the
world of man into a mad dilemma of its own
devising where divine intermediaries, of faith and
medicine find themselves helpless and what's more
become themselves vulnerable targets reducing their
status to mere expendable human beings. There the
story does not end for delving deep into their psyches
and professions, suppressing fear and their own
humanity they rise to the occasion embracing their
colleagues while struggling desperately to own
the reputation they burnished to rescue humanity.
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Monday, March 30, 2020
Occupying Minds
One wonders, does extreme preoccupation
possibly qualify as a medical condition
when it crowds out all other normal
functions of a questing mind? Might
such a singular focus on a particular issue
register as a slight unhinging brought
courtesy of an all-enveloping concern by
no means monopolized by you alone but
shared universally? A newly emerged
pathological condition fit to respond to
a new pathogen evidently fixes the mind
to dwell incessantly upon dread potentials.
Not without cause for one has only to
open eyes and ears to the mouths of those
expounding on the fearsome toll this
zoonotic takes as it rampages through
time zones ravaging entire populations. A
mutating, elusive, silent predator instilling
panic in its wake. Shedding from its victims
to infect countless others, this dire threat
occupies the mind before invading the body.
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Silent Invader
Behold, ghostly streets of a ghastly time.
All is still, but not becalmed. As though
the dread end-of-times has arrived but
it has not entirely. Only those whose time
has come prematurely by nature's decree
primarily those who have lived long for
there are no life-time guarantees or rewards
for existence and a strange new threat has
made that evident as it thrives finding new
victims everywhere it inveigles its raw and
evil presence. A grey miasma of dread
and fear hovers everywhere, fixing peoples'
minds on what might be the inevitable as
their spirits shrivel in dismay and life's
spark assumes an elusive edge. In stark
panic a struggle begins as populations strike
out to acquire life's necessities looting
what they feel will sustain them, depriving
others of sustenance as humankind reverts
to survival imperative and leaders haplessly
enact laws in wan hope of overcoming this
barbarically destructive weapon mankind
itself unleashed while dispassionate nature
engrosses itself unravelling the outcome.
Saturday, March 28, 2020
Apocrypha
In the beginningthere was chaos, but then a gregarious atomencouraged a clubby atmospherewhere they all gathered and there was order.At first there were hot gasses, but thencool season prevailed andminerals and metals crusted the fires.One lone amoeba suffered incurable hubristhought she could do betterand founded a dynastyon her vision.In time a she-ape clambered down from the treespointed at the sea, and declared 'there is my creatrix!'Named her daughter Eveand set her the task of naming others. So Evechatted up giraffes and elephantswhales and cricets. She calleda brash Adamai snake-in-the-grassfor offering her figs when shecouldn't give a damnationfor his ignorance. Everythingwas fine until he learned towield a pen while shecontinued to till the earth.Eve provided crops for theiroffspring and Adam pushedback the night of eternityoffering superiority and hisown rendering of ineffable truththat of himself as Supreme Creatorhalf of him up therethe other down here.
Friday, March 27, 2020
We May Yet Hope
We tried our bestand believedwe taught our childrensensitivity, intelligenceappreciation towardthe benefits of hard workand a fine aesthetic sense.The shock!to discoveron the dart boardpassed so many timesnever before noticedstapled photographsat points ofhighest benefit.She to whomwe owe allegiancesmiling deathlesslyher face pockmarkedby unerringlydirected darts.And there they arethe Prime Ministerand all those electedto high posts in governmentirremediably scarredbarely recognizable.Does this behaviourdefy patriotism?Have we raised aviper's nest of anarchists?
c.1979
Thursday, March 26, 2020
The Message is the Medium
My friend tells meit's been niceknowing me all these years.With a pat on the armhe says I'vebeen a good sportand evenpleasant company.That's how I knowhe's just recalledthe dateand like last yearand the one beforehas forgottento get me ananniversary gift.The surface childacquisitive menever fails to bedisappointed; yetsomehow theirbelatedness and hastedoesn't make the wordstripping hopefullyfrom his familiar mouthsound any less sincere.He sincerely hopesI won't strike atragic pose ofbenign neglectweep tears of self-pitylike last year.Strange how some thingsnever change. Oddhow we neverseem to learn. Nicethat life goes onany old how.
c.1979
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
Adaptation
In a new riff on Darwin's survival ofthe fittest, civil society has turned inwardon itself. We have become misfits in thesense of social aversion overtaking ourgregarious natures for to submit to lifeas usual renders usual life very short forall too many. Where once parents concernedthemselves with children whose nature wasto be withdrawn and distant from othersthis has now become a virtue, one that allothers are enjoined to heed lest a dreadand malevolent life form that has no lifeof its own but lurks unseen, an opportunistawaiting a host enabling it to replicate andto infect greater numbers of the unsuspectinginvades. Now, the elderly already living ahermetic life sealed away from greater societymust refrain from contact and study the greatViktor Frankl's memoir for the meaningof life as they embark in early morninghours like unscrupled thieves to accessfood to sustain their tentative lives in thebrief hours that grocers set aside to aid theirquest to grow yet older in social hermitage.
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
It's Not Necessarily So
But rather of necessity. We are equippedwith certain emotions for a reason notmerely because they make us humanbut because they protect our humanness.So that famous old adage so smuglytrotted out at times of viral public concernthat There Is Nothing To Fear But FearItself is just that; smug and trite whenindeed there are times when the very factis fear prepares us for the need to guardourselves from what may conceivably becertain doom. Nature gifted us with asense of caution that fear electrifieswarning us of impending danger. As weevolved so did the world we live in; asthreats from predators in the wild alarmedand taught us vigilance and discretion inour movements to the present when civillife in our modern era is brought to ascreeching halt with the sudden presenceof a silent deadly biological threat unseenbut lurking as a sinister infection whosepurpose is invasion and replication, in theprocess far outdistancing any threat frommarauding wildlife yet in fact an infectiousagent of wildlife that humans hunt to consume.The dread that now consumes us is fear.
Monday, March 23, 2020
On Notice
There's a reason why antagonists are
portrayed to reflect the regard in which they
are held in popular opinion. As a northern
people we absorb the lessons of intimacy
with nature welcoming the inevitable. In
that respect the seasons' arrival at nature's
designated times are accepted and celebrated.
Each of the seasons has their purpose and
becomes a welcomed presence. Only Old Man
Winter seems predisposed to overstay his
welcome. On arrival we rejoice and indulge
in a multitude of leisure pursuits geared to
advantaging the presence of cold, wind and
snow, exulting in the beauty surrounding us
and the invitation to make use of the lofty
white coverlet that puts the land to rest. The
indulgences of winter comfort wear thin
however as time moves forward leaving us
less bewitched by cold, ice and raging winds
when the arrival of spring lifts our spirits
and we yearn for the sight of verdant fields
and forests to replace the presence of snow
grimed by age and atmosphere. Winter placed
on notice of evacuation can be a hard sell
and nothing seems to please the departing
season quite so much as lingering cold and
snowfalls topping up the vanishing snowpack.
While winter grudgingly packs up his baggage
of ice, snarling wind and freezing temperature
he leaves a parting message: I'll be back.
The Arrival!
The interval between winter and spring
is one where the former is adamant his
position will remain unmoved, unprepared
to awaken the sleeping fields and forests
the latter assembling all the patience at her
command reminding the recalcitrant Old Man
that ancient arbitration had decreed to all
seasons there is a reason and the slumbering
Earth must be awakened from its cold and
deep sleep to diligently host new life for
much depends on the fecundity of fields
and furrows upon which nature's creatures
depend. The world over, ancient cultures have
welcomed the arrival of the Vernal Equinox
crediting nature for the clockwork reliance
of her seasons, none as assiduously expected
as spring, for with it comes the promise of
life renewed and the expectation of green
vegetation reborn from the depths of winter
isolation, prepared to feed a hungry world.
Sunday, March 22, 2020
Nature, Unleashed
Nature would never divulge whether she
scanned the Old Testament feeling a degree
of umbrage that her brilliant creations have
been attributed to a male spirit conceived by
the spirit of males and in one fell swoop of
seven days the universe was created. There
has as yet been no official word from nature
whether her growing disaffection with
mis-attributed genius has rattled her sense
of self sufficiently to unleash upon the
impudent a lesson that her complex skills
and heterogeneous formulae carry a lesson
to those most unruly and disobedient of her
creatures, but her latest innovation has most
certainly placed the world as humans know
it on notice that all that has been can be swiftly
and jarringly displaced at any moment of her
discretionary decision-making. As she
unleashed upon the unprepared a silent
predator quick to invade and multiply
unseen and unsuspected, uprooting security
and threatening mass decline in a stunning
cascade of unstoppable carnage on her Earth.
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Castaway
Who ever might have imaginedthat the ancient oblate spheroid thatresulted when a vacuum containingnothing created a cosmic explosioncasting gases and dust in a great arc tocool and become our home, a rock ofrefuge for nature's creations where wewould thrive and mature, populatingcontinents, sailing its seas, discoveringand conquering, would find us now insuch peril? Who might have imaginedthere to be so many islands on PlanetEarth, each of them now claimed byevery human now alive and hoping toremain that way clings to, isolatingourselves from one another to eludethe stalking of the silent, deadly virusthat has invaded threatening our existencewith each tide of increase it succeeds inachieving inhabiting another host whoin turn transmits its pathogenic guestonward in its predatory quest to multiplyand destroy, a conquest it gains unlessprospective hosts sequester themselvesto starve its intent and stave off death.
Friday, March 20, 2020
Early Harvest
The sun edges past cloudsgleaming like a silver dollarand we dip our paddlesthe lake reflectingdarkness of oncoming rain.There looses a kingfisher'smad taunt from pinetopscircling the lake.Water pearls in our wakethe wind gusts andour canoe darts sleek as an otterto a rock-littered inletwhere we beach.As we thrust sharp sticksthe dark soil yields garlicblossoming the airwith its heavy headiness.Strawberries hidetheir insufficiency under weeds.We carefully pick what's therefor late afternoon jam.Gulls scream overheadand whitecaps scatter onthe lake. The clean feather-edgeof swallows slice the turgid air.
c,1980
Thursday, March 19, 2020
Influencing Mores
Social distancing was once the sole
baileywick of the cultural and social
elite who wouldn't dream of mixing
it up with social and cultural inferiors.
Neighbours who got to know one another
all too well might on occasion begin to
practise social distancing. Mothers were
notorious for instructing their little
Jimmys and Nancys not to play with
those nasty children of Jewish, Black
or immigrant parentage lest they be
contaminated by whatever character
flaws their race was known and despised
for. Eventually a classless system of
equality prevailed and it was the poor
and the ignorant who became the social
outcasts whose presence one distanced
oneself from while celebrity culture
embraced all, oblivious of heritage. Now
the yellow peril that racist seers warned
of while the world watched as its culture
of sacrifice and work ethic rocketed
it into superpower status inadvertently
unleashed a deadly menace it refuses
to own returning the world community
to its waning isolationist defence against
the demon of morbid contamination.
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Bumper Crop
The highway stretchesa hot grey ribbonfrenzied traffic evaporatingover the horizonwhile on either sidewide green spaces, treesintroduce the countryto the city beyond.Nervously facing trafficthe juvenile groundhog waitsmustering momentum for crossingif it manages one double lanea boulevard will render restencouragement for the other half.Does it knowthat wild thing why it mustmake that crossing?Does it noticefar beyond on the other sidethe activity there?Crows, undertakerscarrion-eaterszealously perform their function.
c.1981
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
Expiration Date
We are all born equal and not in the
sense of assessing all the preferred and
admired attributes that mark the presence
of one gifted with the ability to excel in
all enterprises they may enter, but in the
very essence of being alive, in that the
gift no one really wants is that of an
expiration date. A date that no one
regardless of how gifted they may be
can ever begin to imagine, whether simply
through the auspices of advanced age or
accident, ill health, and even inheritance
all circumstances beyond control and a
matter of personal fate. Ill health becomes
no one, advanced age imperils everyone
and accident can also be construed as a
natural phenomenon such as for example
a dread disease that suddenly erupts and
handily sweeps the globe, unstoppable and
lethal for those whose expiration date has
most immediately moved closer to the final
date allotted by impermeable circumstance.
Monday, March 16, 2020
After Freud
There's great therapeutic valuein unloadingdisappointmentsunhappiness of othersnot rising to expectationswhich is why psychiatristshave it made; they've learnedthe wonderful attributeof listening, gently probingas though another's discontentmatters, personally.Themselvesclose-mouthed as a matter ofprofessional self-preservationwho's ever to discover that theyaren't after all wizardsof the arcane cult of living?Who'll ever know about theirpredeliction for coke(I mean the real thing)obsession with dainty extremitiesinfantile fear of the darkproclivity to premature ejaculationUND ZO ON?
C.1995
Sunday, March 15, 2020
The Subconscious File
Deeply embedded as cherished
treasures those synaptic snapshots
your brain thoughtfully stored in
memory will be recalled increasingly
as age proceeds as it must and time
closes its promise for the future.
What has been is forever gone and
cannot be repeated, yet those briefest
of deeply embedded treasures imbued
with emotion minutely envisioned
with the haunting intimacy of just
having occurred are truly distant in
time, momentarily recovered then
instantly returned to that file folder
that memory compassionately brings
to the fore as a reminder that our
lives are complex and unrecoverable
we exist and we roam the pathways
of opportunity and circumstance and
when we are bound tightly with vibrant
ribbons of bright-coloured emotions
entwined with love burrowed deep
within our souls its echo vibrates.
Saturday, March 14, 2020
Nature's Response
Everything has turned upside-down
and inside-out, twisted and starkly
resembling a nightmare your sleeping
mind had never before ventured to
visit, but here you are, awake and fully
aware, but the magnitude of the chasm
of fear yawning before you while bearing
a nightmare of unanticipated dimensions
is real and the world is reeling in disbelief
that nature has reacted to the dietary
customs of a vast population whose arcane
beliefs defying science are denying the
proprietary interests of nature itself
unwilling to rest complacent while her
creatures are destroyed, deciding in her
imperious royal manner to destroy those
whose conceits have gone too far in
threatening her dearly held creations for
as she has brought to life all that exists
she has the power to reverse the process
saving some and punishing those whose
unbridled hubris she chooses to reprimand.
Friday, March 13, 2020
Voyage to Strange Latitudes
In the strange latitudesof that hemisphereanimals wear shifting eyeswind blows a hollow songthrough aeolian stringsset on a razor's edge.Therethe newborn adorndark furniture like aship captain's parlourdisplaying mementosof exotic voyages;mewling objects d'artandlove is played at feelinglycoevals plucking sole eyesdoing the roundsin comradely fashionso all can see throughfortune's mists.Theremountains blossombright thorn flowersearth opens welcomechasms for escape fromterrifying sameness.In that countrytrespasses are welcomein boiling cauldronsspitting primal brewandheat brings saline dewto unsuspecting brows.
c.1986
Thursday, March 12, 2020
Yesterday's Child
Fiddleheads in the gardenslowly unfurlingLilies-of-the-Valleynot yet bellingthe Manchu Cherrysprinkling white confettion the vibrant greenof urgent grassand swallows executingtheir preying arabesquewhile beyond thesun, a pyromaniac's frantic dreamslips behind the houses.Sitting idly on the swingspring air filtersthrough the maple'stender thrustsas bees target straight for homeand the mesmerizing humof the neighbour's mowerreturns growth to order.The childrennever recall other yearsonly living in the warmthof the breezepulling stray hairsbeyond the spirallingloops of the bicycle.Memory of another childyaps close behind theflushed faces ofthis spring day's children.
c.1979
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