“Try to live your life in a way that you will not regret years of useless virtue and inertia and timidity.
Take up the battle.
Take it up.
This is your life. This is your world.
I’ll be leaving it long before you under the ordinary set of circumstances. You make your own choices. You can decide life isn’t worth living, and that would be the worst thing you can do. How do you know, so far?
Try it. See.
So pick it up. Pick up the battle, and make it a better world.
Just where you are.
Yes, and it can be better, and it must be better, but it is up to us.”
–Thank you, Dr Angelou.
“Maya Angelou” Oprah Presents Master Class. OWN, 2011.
“My knowledge that I will die gives focus and meaning to every day that I am alive. Were we to live forever, what motivation would there ever be to write a poem?” – Neil deGrasse Tyson
Of course the last opus of David Bowie comes to mind, impeccably released within days of his own death. Bowie was as much a storyteller as he was a musician, so it is fitting that his last work would be an expression of his final journey. With the single “Lazarus,” Bowie has written his own requiem:
“Look up here, I’m in Heaven
I’ve got scars that can’t be seen
I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen
Everybody knows me now.”
Bowie kept his 18-month long illness private, which may be why his fans are obsessing over cryptic clues about his death in the lyrics of his songs.
Perhaps the knowledge that we are mortal beings with limited time is what inspires some artists to continue to create until their final days. But why? Is it a means of control? Does it bring meaning to their lives? Is it a way of saying goodbye? Facing one’s death is deeply personal, yet these artists have shared their journey in a public way. Read More
“How to Dance in Ohio” – Review
There’s a story I was told recently about a boy with autism. One summer, his mother took him to the community pool every day, and every day people would avoid him or stop and stare. The mother worried that this would be his life, playing alone at the opposite end of the pool, suffering the gaping of strangers. One day, towards the end of the summer, a girl about eight years old tried to talk to the boy but got silence in return. She marched up to the mother and asked, “Does he have autism?”
The mother replied, “Yes, he does.” With that the girl turned on her heel, returned to the boy and changed her dialogue to make it much more direct. She said, “Get on the float, and I’ll pull you. I’ll throw the ball, and you’ll catch it.” And for 20 blissful minutes, the mother saw her baby boy laughing and playing with another child for the first time all summer. Joyful, hopeful tears ensued.
It is with this story in mind that I watched the documentary “How to Dance in Ohio,” a portrait of young adults with autism preparing for a spring formal dance. (Full disclosure, it was produced by my dear friend Bari Pearlman. ) Well-deserved praise has followed the film since its premiere at Sundance this year, and now it is widely available on HBO. Read More
With NASA’s announcement of the confirmation of water on Mars, I’m posting a nod to some fiction inspired by our celestial brother.
Mars has long captured the imagination of storytellers since the discovery of the “canals” provoked the idea of ancient civilization on the red planet.
- War of the Worlds, HG Wells (1897)
Equally compelling are the stories about the colonization of the planet.
- Red Planet, Robert Heinlein (1949)
- The Sands of Mars, Arthur C Clarke (1951)
Colonization breeds imperialism, a theme that was especially prevalent in works from the 1950s, a hot topic on this planet.
- The Martian Chronicles, Ray Bradbury (1950)
- The Sirens of Titan, Kurt Vonnegut (1959)
Most recently, I enjoyed The Martian (2011) written by Andy Weir, which Ridley Scott has adapted for the big screen. The verisimilitude of surviving on the surface of Mars is remarkable. Sticking to the science of human space travel, once again the story reflects the times in which it was written. Today a journey to Mars could happen in the next 15 years.