Pondering and Wandering
Thursday, November 17, 2011
2 1/2 Months Later
My feelings about... well, everything... have been out of control lately. Moreso than I can ever recall. In one moment I will feel content, happy to let my life run its course naturally and end up where I end up. The next moment I'm filled with anger and loneliness and feel like if I can't be home with my family and friends I will surely cease to exist. But I realized recently, with the help of a novel titled Life of Pi , that where I am is no different to where I have been or anywhere that I may go in the future. True, I'm an ocean away from everyone and everything I love most, there's an hour less sunlight here, and everyone around me speaks a language I don't understand. But the beauty I have seen in America as sunlight filters through God's perfect green of living things, or the loveliness of being approached by a friendly dog and experiencing his perfect innocence, or even looking a stranger in the eyes and smiling at them and hoping that they are having a good day are all things that exist everywhere as long as you love life. And once you realize this happiness, love, beauty, and contentment crash into your mind, heart, and soul like water that has been building up behind a fortified dam and has been waiting to be released for centuries. I have known the whole time that my experience here will depend only on my perspective, but it is one thing to know something and another to truly understand it.
But like I said, the cleanliness thing really gets to me. Its not just about my personality, though I think that that discrepancy will be enough to bring me home happily and with much anticipation, but it relates to the overall mentality of the culture. Another example is the crosswalk. In every city I've been in (Boston, New York, Philadelphia, D.C., Los Angeles, New Orleans, Austin, Paris, etc.) pedestrians feel that as long as there is very clearly no traffic to endanger themselves they will cross the street, regardless of what the little light on the other side of the street says. Not here. If that little red man is standing with his handless arms at his sides and his feetless legs immobile over the crosswalk, you can bet that the German next to you isn't even considering looking to see if there is a car in the vicinity at all. This is what bothers me so much about the mentality here: if there is a rule, you follow it. There's no reason to ask why because rules are what keep everything together and what allows everyone to be content, safe, and happy. Of course it is wonderful that there is little crime and almost no poverty, but it comes at the expense of what I consider to be a sedated culture, one that does not push its people to question and challenge the structure of their reality because they're just so darn comfortable. Though its frustrating for me to think about, I am so glad I am experiencing this. Before I left, I considered America to be a sad, strange, anxious, dark place. I still think of America as all of these things, but after experiencing the opposite, I have to say that I prefer the chaos of the discontented to the torpor of the contented.
Right now, I feel good. My new found perspective is bringing me a lot of self-sufficient and natural happiness, and I no longer feel a desperate need to go home. I'm excited to discover what the next step is, but don't want to rush into it. Time goes by very quickly here, and I'm excited for the day when I realize that soon I will be returning home. But for now, I think I'll be okay just where I am.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Not an actual blog, sorry
I know I promised a rant-blog, but I don't really care about that anymore. I've actually been writing quite a bit lately, but its all just words and images that have been bubbling and boiling in my head for a long time and finally have the room to spill out on the page. This is the most recent.
The room was very dark
The boy was fast asleep
He can’t be dreaming, he gave it up
It doesn’t interest him anymore
Still as a log
Floating on a sedated river
Unknowingly dreading the sunshine moments
“Hello”
said a voice
right above his young, stoic face
“I’ve come back for you”
The boy’s eyes flew open
A flock of frightened birds
Taking off into the sky
Without maps or compasses
Which they leave below
Air fell like water into his lungs
Crashing into the rocks,
the Wreckage of his heart.
The muscles of his throat
Dancers in the wings
Sprang into action, warming at an instant
Ready to scream
But out came a tumbling laugh
A twinkling giggle of relief
For the bright yellow eyes that glowed above him
Were the most familiar thing in the room,
Everything else formed into a sad blur
And he waved them away with a tired hand
Every time his dusty eyes summoned the energy
To perceive them.
Joyful, intoxicated fairies
Black out drunk from weeks of forgetting
Rolled out of their beds
And tumbled down his cheeks
Singing and laughing
Meeting in their secret hiding place
At the corners of his lips
(A place I’ve been to once
And have been dreaming about ever since)
“I remember you”
said the boy
“You made me cry as a child
When you visited me in my dreams
I could never forget those eyes
I thought I would never grow up
And you would haunt me forever”
The eyes above him chuckled
Blowing out a thick mist
Of cigarette fog
With a practiced motion
The dull yellow light
Lit up the boy’s face
In a peculiar way
Tangles of wrinkles
Rivers of sadness
Death and decay
Flowed through his beautiful skin
And his eyes looked like lost moons
Floating through an empty galaxy
Looking for a planet to adore
“I’m a hostage”
said the boy
to the Monster
“Of a Dirty Queen
She keeps me in this rat-infested cage
With endless mazes made of concrete
I get lost every night
Until I see the blinking neon lights
Above my room
Where I hide from the thieves
And prostitutes
And drink myself to a lonely sleep.
My only relief is the arms of a gentle woman
Her cage is small and steamy
But it provides some warmth
When the nights are cold.
Once in a while the Queen reveals herself
She slinks out of the shadows,
A homeless man
A bag of trash
She could be the sounds in the sewers
Whispering watery secrets,
She is beautiful, she reeks
She is nothing but filth and lies
But I would give up my soul
To touch her
And when she opens the door
She says I can go whenever I please
But I can’t see what lies beyond
And I’ve forgotten the way home”
The Monster sat back in his chair
And blew out a thoughtful fog
A chimney for the fires of chaos
Just below the surface
The yellow eyes smiled at the boy
They remembered the nights
When they paraded along the streets
Of the boy’s mind as he slept
Setting small fires that now
Were healthy and raging
Turning the withered, dried forests
Of his dreams
Once so lush and green
Into smoldering dust.
He looked at his child
With tear stains on his face
A love so near to hate
That it almost burst through his skin
“My dear child”
his voice came out like gravel and metal
“I am your only friend
In this stinking, icy cage
Only I have seen your face
Without wrinkle or the telling signs
Of stolen innocence
Stick with me
And I’ll show you the way out
Someday
Keep me well-fed
And never let me grow cold
And I will never leave you
Together we’ll find our Home”
He threw back the blankets
And crawled into the bed next to his favorite
Child
The boy cried out
The feet of his only friend
Were cold as eyes
But he let the Monster encircle him
With strong, tree-trunk arms
He slept as he wept
Not dreaming of the green things
Only of fire
And concrete
*A note to this boy
Songs from across the sea call to me now
While you were chasing the phantoms
And throwing yourself upon any dream
That floated by
You grew blind to my eyes
And deaf to my touch
Now as I rock and sway in the bowels of this ship
Without even a window to know the time of day
Or a compass to know my direction
I feel your salty tears
Rise up from below the creaking floor
From the sympathetic ocean
Our sadness is the same
Under your bed
That the Monster has claimed
That the Queen has provided
That your woman enjoys
Is a bright, shining sword
And a suit of armor
Given to you by the King
Of your forgotten life
For wrestling the demons
That plagued the forest
And kept the children inside
While the flowers danced alone
In the sun
And the trees called their names
Driving them mad
A hero from the old times
The knight of your old songs
A treasure of a nation
Ripe with apple trees
And singing maids
Build up your strength
Find your courage
Look under your bed
And take up the arms
Wage the wars, or they will be waged
Against you
Break down the prison gates
And murder the Queen
The one that you love
And follow me into the Sea
Thursday, September 8, 2011
So this is Germany
Arriving in Düsseldorf was absolutely surreal... this whole experience feels very strange to be doing on my own. This is the first time I've embarked on something so grand on my own. It feels amazing to be somewhere so different and so new, and to be on my own doing something so spectacular, but I can't help but wish I had a friend to share it with. Of course I haven't had much time or opportunities to meet people my own age, so that's part of it. While the family is in Hamburg this weekend for a christening I'm planning on meeting with the family's last au pair, Clare, in Düsseldorf, where she said she'll show me around and introduce me to some people. I'm very excited to meet her and to see Düsseldorf!!
I live in Mönchengladbach, a small town/city about a half hour train ride from Düsseldorf, which I attempted to explore tonight. It was an unsuccessful and fruitless expedition. Inga tried to direct me to an Irish Pub in a part of town called Aldermarket (Oldmarket), and though I did miraculously find the right street and street number it appears it has been turned into a bar/restaurant called "American's" and was, unfortunately, not open for business. There were a few bars open, but they were either too dark and sketchy or too full and overwhelming. It's difficult to walk into a bar when you know that most of the people you encounter probably won't be able to communicate with you. Again, it would be nice to have a friend with whom to brave these challenges.
Besides this failure of a quest for a social experience in Mönchengladbach, I have really enjoyed being here so far. I'm getting along with my family very well, even though I haven't met Daniel, the father, yet. The girls are absolutely lovely and Inga, though she can sometimes be flustered, severe, and strict (a.k.a. German), is very accommodating. I made sure today to keep everything super clean and to be on top of her schedule since yesterday she was a little annoyed with me for not having all the dishes clean after baking cupcakes with the girls and forgetting to put away a game Iuno and I had played together. When she came home from school this afternoon she asked me to make some coffee so she and I could "talk about some things that were on her mind". I was sincerely worried that I had disappointed her again and that she was going to tell me that she wasn't sure I would be right for the job. Instead she gave me a brand new phone and 100 € and we mapped out a weekly schedule together. This woman is totally unpredictable.
It's funny, transitioning from my life in the U.S. to here has not felt very difficult so far. Apart from this evening when I tried to experience life outside the house, I haven't been put into many situations where my lack of German has hindered me. Living with this family hasn't felt too awkward or strange, and it's only my third day of living here. I even overcame jetlag with surprise ease and speed -- I'm already on a normal sleep schedule. The strangest part of all is that I don't feel very homesick yet. I wish I had someone I'm close with to share this experience with, but I'm not aching to be in Boston like I was when I was in L.A.. I do wish I could be in New England to experience the beauty of Autumn, but when I think about it its not painful. I know I'll be back again to experience it next year, most likely. It's also strange that I don't feel strange about not going back to school. I thought I'd be pining for the reliability and structure of the academic setting, but I hardly think about Emerson at all. And when I do, it's always with a sigh of relief that that time is over. I am starting to apply for Graduate school at NYU and CUNY, which makes me feel very excited. It's just weird how easy this has been so far.
So now I'm once again in my lovely room at the top floor of this beautiful home. I hope to start taking a German language course as soon as possible, and I'd also like to find a gym. I don't want to get too fat while I'm here -- though I have been eating very well and very healthily in this house. Inga and Daniel have both mentioned the opportunity of playing for a sports team, so I'm going to look into local basketball leagues I might be able to join. I'd definitely learn some German phrases that way, yah?