Last night we returned to a brown out.
The tenuous filamentary lessons of electricity eluded the leaders of
our condominium once again. I heard the ticking upon entry, the
flickering sight and sound that dazes and confuses you as you are
suddenly in a haze of timeless bombs. We waited for the full strength
of power with patience of lab rats in a maze and the power of the
behavioral shock lessens in its power to dissuade from the reward.
Yule train thoughts
I was in the orchestrated section of
the Guthrie reading my program. A Christmas Carol began to fugue in
1843, and then invented an “excuse for a man's pocket to be picked
every December 25th.” Dickens died in 1870 akin to
Christmas and the spirits he created to redeem Mr. Scrooge. In
England Dickens was associated with the thought surrounding the span
of time built around Christmas. Charles's Dickens death was thought
to take that spirit. I am given to understand that in Victorian
England the writer held the season together.
What tinsels shine
Lights need redemption, and religion
can't be a part of it. It is a kind of universal karma that
happens—instantly—like Lennon told us once. A Christmas Carol
played out that night in a dismal array of world problems, in a
world where angels are born by the ring of bells and wing. They're
born where minutes fear to tread like sneaker are hung by strings.
And then Tiny Tim sits reticent, and emblem of the modern day
morality play, and Mr. Cratchet carries his son while his crutch
gathers dust. Society dims every time a pallbearer lifts Tims'
coffins or nods toward hypocrisy.
Icing on the Holiday goose
Dickens told a timeless tale. He had a
knack for pointing out society's potential. From Great Expectations to
Oliver to A Christmas Carol, the writer laid the blueprints for
Dickensian factories. Scrooges and Pips and Artful Dodgers are born
every year—maybe even every December 25th. They are
either waste bin stuff the editor can't use or they end up on the
slush pile and their imminent installation—like the lights—into
society is assured.
Bi-polar
After the rushes, the paparazzi and
Hollywood flashes all characters crash. They learn everyone may not
“shine on,” and they are not a superstar. Scrooge is there—in
his house shoes and night cap—reminding us that we're all
vulnerable, we can all fade out and never learn to shine full
strength like the leaders of our condo.
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