Cormac McCarthy’s No Country for Young Dogs
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Give them a break
You’re never really far away, I just forget that sometimes. When I do forget, it’s nice. Really nice. It’s like a break from the extra weight that’s become a part of me. Kind of like putting down heavy bags of groceries as they slip from your fingers to spill onto the floor safely inside the front door. I probably should have taken two bags, but four at a time just seems quicker. The clank of cans on the tiles is the sweet sound of triumph.
It’s not something that you can look for, when you look for it, it’s nowhere to be found. The trick is to notice it, and catch it. It’s hard to see past all the noise sometimes. It’s hard to see past myself sometimes, but every now and then I get a taste of something sweet and I want to savor that moment forever.
Too often, these moments are fleeting and cut short like a needle being pulled off a record. They seem to evaporate as soon as they occur. Inside, I feel like stamping my feet and yelling hey, get back here, I’m not done! More often than not, it’s bickering children or the non-listening kind that have that affect. It takes a split second for a beaut of a moment to just vanish.
Sadly, the bittersweet sting is never far behind. Could be a day, a week, an hour. It’s never missed its cue; it’s very reliable that way. You don’t even need a special event to muster its presence. It’s always close by, just beneath the surface. How do I manage to forget this??
A movie, a simple animated movie. Classic hero, boy saves girl kind of movie. And there you were, brewing and pulling on little heartstrings. Do you have to be so intense all the time? Do you have to make my kids so fragile that they cry and get frightened when the hero appears to die? (And he didn’t even die!) Every ballad sung by the princess evokes tears followed by confusion. They don’t even know why they’re crying.
You’re never far away; I was foolish to think so. Yes, you make life more real, and some moments so crisp but I didn’t choose you. So, do you have to be so punctual and present all the time? Cut them some slack, they’re feeling their way through this. Struggling with death in real life is enough; they don’t need it in the movies too.
It’s not something that you can look for, when you look for it, it’s nowhere to be found. The trick is to notice it, and catch it. It’s hard to see past all the noise sometimes. It’s hard to see past myself sometimes, but every now and then I get a taste of something sweet and I want to savor that moment forever.
Too often, these moments are fleeting and cut short like a needle being pulled off a record. They seem to evaporate as soon as they occur. Inside, I feel like stamping my feet and yelling hey, get back here, I’m not done! More often than not, it’s bickering children or the non-listening kind that have that affect. It takes a split second for a beaut of a moment to just vanish.
Sadly, the bittersweet sting is never far behind. Could be a day, a week, an hour. It’s never missed its cue; it’s very reliable that way. You don’t even need a special event to muster its presence. It’s always close by, just beneath the surface. How do I manage to forget this??
A movie, a simple animated movie. Classic hero, boy saves girl kind of movie. And there you were, brewing and pulling on little heartstrings. Do you have to be so intense all the time? Do you have to make my kids so fragile that they cry and get frightened when the hero appears to die? (And he didn’t even die!) Every ballad sung by the princess evokes tears followed by confusion. They don’t even know why they’re crying.
You’re never far away; I was foolish to think so. Yes, you make life more real, and some moments so crisp but I didn’t choose you. So, do you have to be so punctual and present all the time? Cut them some slack, they’re feeling their way through this. Struggling with death in real life is enough; they don’t need it in the movies too.
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