Boston Bomb-Buster

For the sake of posterity, on Monday, April 15th, Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts and the day I needed to resubmit my tax payment (for the largest tax I’ve ever owed, which bounced on first attempt due to lack of funds in my checking account), 2 maybe 3 “explosions” occurred in downtown Boston near the Boston Marathon finishing line, injuring a bunch of people and killing a few.  That’s all I knew on Monday, but of course further investigation has uncovered that these explosions were Improvised Explosive Devices, i.e., home-made bombs, and that more than 170 people were injured and 3 (so far) have died from the numerous sharp metal bits included with the bombs.

This Boston bombing and the news handling of it has elicited a complex mix of emotions and reactions from me. It is tragic and it happened in my adopted hometown, so it feels very sad and in a way personal, even though I didn’t know any of the victims. My heart goes out to those who were hurt and their family and friends.  On the other hand, I am feeling a lot of anger at the news people and politicians, many of whom seem to be pumping fists and fears, trying to make this into another “9/11” style world-changing tragedy. And I feel proud of my city, proud of my friends and fellow Bostonians who aren’t going to let that happen.

To all those directly impacted by these violent and unprovoked attacks, I send my sympathy and support.

To those who are not directly impacted, I want to say, OK, it was sad for a few days, please continue to support the victims, but otherwise move on. Let the justice department do their job and find the perpetrators, let the hospitals care for the injured  – nothing is needed from you, there are other things going on, just move on. Continue reading “Boston Bomb-Buster”

Just Say No to Spoken Word

I happen to love words and like performance art, so it may seem odd that I abhor “spoken word,” that amalgam of poetry, prose and performance.  In theory, on paper (hah), I like it, but in practice, well, it’s usually painful to witness. More than most people realize, it’s quite difficult to pull off as it requires talent in writing (which few amateurs have and not all professionals do either), as well as  interesting subject matter (hint: your personal feelings about love and sex, not so much) and good delivery.

Most spoken word-ists have but one (if any) of these three elements, usually the latter. And even excellent writers will sometimes linger over boring subjects in their writing (ahem, David Foster Wallace). Thus it was a lovely surprise to see Neil Gaiman reading at the Torent Engine 88 gala last Friday.  Mr. Gaiman’s voice carried nuance and substance as he read a poignant and literally fantastic poem about the end of the world featuring aliens, zombies and warring gods, and second poem about what he called a personal end of the world, the night before he got married and went to a “bordello of rhyme.”

So I learned spoken word can be enjoyable, but all the same, is best left to the professionals.