mere few decade of months ago I read the words that Kitty O’Meara penned and wrote a post called Not at Peace. The original words would roll around in my head occasionally but now they don’t seem to ring true. Sadly those words were lost on far too many here and around the world. The change in the tone texture of these words have been rattling around in my head for a while.
But then I worried. Is this plagiarism? So I called up the services of an
impartial outside editor to review what I wrote and get an honest opinion. We had a long phone conversation (in itself a wonderful delight) and in the end I felt that the artistic license with the words were honouring the original structure but changing the intent. Which is allowable, perhaps even encouraged? I even found a poetry site that the first lesson was to change a classic poem by switching out certain words and in those examples they put the revisions in bold as I have done below.
“Imitation, conscious imitation, is one of the great methods, perhaps the method of learning to write. The ancients, the Elizabethans, knew this, profited by it, and were not disturbed. As a son of Ben [Jonson], Herrick more than once rewrote Jonson, who, in turn, drew heavily on the classics. And so on.”—Theodore Roethke, “How to Write Like Somebody Else”
And some people stayed home
and read books
And they rested
While others went to the gym for exercises
And some made art and played
While others used old ways of being
They didn’t stop
They certainly didn’t listen
Some self medicated
While some went to crowded churches and prayed
While others, out in bars, danced
And someone, too many, won’t ever see their shadows
While others began to think defiantly
And people died
And in the presence of people who
lived in arrogant ways
Dangerous, meaningless and heartless
The virus flourished
Even the earth began to keel
And then the danger failed to end
People lost themselves
They grieved for normal
and forgot the dead
But some made good choices
And dreamed of new vistas
And maybe, just maybe, created a new way of seeing life
While others sought to destroy the earth
Just as they were destroyedB.L. Cruikshank, April 2021
Maybe this seems incredibly negative but the doom and gloom of the third wave is like a tsunami. There is no escaping what’s headed towards us; even for those of us that have following the guidelines. It feels like the good choices of the individuals/couples/families/communities don’t carry enough weight against the ill informed selfish choices of those who believe, with 3.01 Million dead, that this is a hoax or just like the flu.
As time rolls out I feel like like we have all become more
introverted isolated insular. Less texts, less phone calls, less emails and just more time within our own space. Due to Washing Day I lost all my contacts and could not call or text very many people. Sadly no one missed me and I don’t say that from a personal level. I say that from a “we are in this together” status but so many people just aren’t reaching out anymore. It seems like we have our head down and blinders on (farmer’s daughter on that saying — anyone else even know it?) and are ploughing straight ahead. Not sure where the he_ _ double hockey sticks we are going. It feels like a collision course with that tsunami I mentioned above.
Interesting to note that my outside editor friend felt the same way — in fact insular was her word. Then today I read a blog post that https://margaretghanna.wordpress.com/2021/04/22/a-pandemic-rant/ absolutely nailed how I was feeling. It addressed, in words, the inequities that already existed in the world and more that the pandemic have brought forth. Then I saw the tweet below and I feel like she totally nailed this with a backdrop of a children’s freedom rally at non other than the Vimy Memorial featured In Stark Contrast plus a anti mask freedom rally in Maple Creek. Quiet calm Maple Creek, where the local rancher will probably tip his hat at you if you met in the doorway, is going to be home to an Ontario man who is driving across Canada creating rallies. Add to that some very vile negative messages left literally on the sidewalk in front of a Regina hospital where patients are fighting for their life. It just defies how I saw this world.
So there you have it. The long version not the short story. The fairly apparent despair that 15 months in things seem worse; the politicians here aren’t taking action and people are back to having 100+ bush parties.
Head down, blinders on, walking straight ahead and making good choices. It feels like all I can do.