Bob was pretty sure that he was at a disadvantage when it came to experience. Captains Blackbeard, Sparrow and Barbossa all had a great deal more pirate experience than he did. If it came down to a fair fight, he would lose. Bob wasn’t even sure he was correctly holding the sword. In fact, if he were to admit it, he was pretty sure he wasn’t holding it correctly.
He did, however, hold one distinct advantage over his opponents. He was already dead.
There’s a line in a poem by Taylor Mali (I think the poem is “Train of Thought”) wherein the speaker ponders whether people who think in “trains of thought” aren’t lacking creativity. That people should be thinking in “dirigibles” and zeppelins. They can go anywhere, back, forth, up, down, where train of thought thinkers can only move forward or back at a relatively slow pace.
Now that the school year is finally over, I’m happy to say that my line of thinking is less line-like than ever.
On the other hand, I seem to be gleefully moving toward summer and I’d like that line to be as short as possible.
I was playing with a bunch of photos of this helmeted guy – you can look at yesterday’s post if you want to see the photo all by itself. I’ve been playing at different ways to present a photo and this offered the opportunity to play with perspective. I tried to focus on the art and its context. I also accidentally did the first one in grayscale instead of color, so below is the result of that. What do you think? Am I doing okay?
And, yes, I did play around with the composition of the triptych. Which one worked better?
…will possess the power of the mighty Thor. No, wait. That’s the hammer to which Odin was referring, not the helmet. Sorry. I got that all wrong.
On the other hand, given the mustache, this could be, say, Don Quixote.
It could be, however, that the artist who created this painting had nothing superhero-ish in mind at all. Maybe it’s a comment on the way in which we’re all masked through our use of technology and that “nothing is but what is not.” A sort of post-modern Macbeth-ian interpretation of our Facebooked, texted, Twittered society, wherein we guard ourselves against life by creating insular armor of emoticons and 140 character blurbs about our exercise regimens and bathroom habits. Maybe the artist is begging us to embrace the humanity behind the armor, behind the guarded personalities we project through our use of smartphones and iPhones.
Or, maybe he just thought that a glowing aura helmet guy would look cool.
Imagine if you could read the minds of others.
I thought, at first, that it would be awesome. I thought about being able to better understand other people through mind-reading. To better meet others’ needs. To be able to go past the “I’m fine” that is often offered when I ask the question “How are you?” To be able to get the truth instead of the politically correct, socially acceptable half-truth.
Then I remembered that my thoughts are not always the most appropriate. In fact, I’m pretty sure I don’t want others to read my mind.