You’re No Hero!

You’re No Hero!
By Trudy A. Martinez
  
“I’ll never buy another package of Doritos again!”  That was my thought back in 1994 when I watched attentively as an elderly woman was mowed down by heavy machinery.  In the scene, a group of people looked on as a young man (Chubby Chase) came running toward the gray-haired woman, appearing as if he was about to become her hero.  But instead, he grabbed her Doritos!  He left her to be knocked down face forward in the muddy dirt and then acted as if he was a hero for saving her Doritos for himself.
 
The man depicted by Cubby Chase was not a hero; he was a thief!  An audience watched and this member of the audience was very displeased with the negative message communicated.  Knowing that the same theme came into millions of Americans homes, angered me.  The effect was not positive like the greedy man tried to convey by saving the Doritos.  The Doritos were not saved!  They were stolen!
 
In the process of the crime, the victim suffered humiliation.  It didn’t matter that the machinery knocked her down, not the man.  The message transmitter to society was the same as if he had: “It’s all right to steal, if the theft is perpetrated against an elderly woman.”
 
The Boy Scout seen assisting the woman after the fact did not make the crime any less of a crime.  This action only persuades the viewers that the chore of the next generation will be to pick the elderly out of the gutter that the current generation allowed them to fall into. 

Nurturing Insanity

By Trudy A. Martinez
 
There was another after-shock, besides the series of quakes in 1994 that left inhabitants running for open air in Los Angeles, that jolted society:  The Bobbitt verdict:  Not guilty by reason of insanity.   The question to the jury was,  “Was Jane justified or insane at the time she cut-off John’s penis?” 
According to Jay Leno, the outcome has men fainting and asking:  “Honey, want me to take out the trash?”
Genesis 2:24 speaks of a man and woman as “one flesh” and Matthew 5: 27-30 seemingly,  justifies cutting off that part that offends.  But this does not mean marriage gives Jane a license to cut John’s penis off.  To think such is absurd.
Absurdity borders upon the relatively fashionable term of insanity which implies stupidity.  The perception imparted by the Bobbitt verdict breeds nonsense 
When a child does wrong, a parent punishes and instructs, holding him responsible for and accountable for his actions regardless of whether he knew those actions were wrong; this strategy is a necessary process that produces learned behavior. 
Society accepts a similar parentage role.  Ideally by the law of the land, society addresses the lawlessness of its’ citizens as a parent would a child. 
However, the Bobbitt verdict prevails over justice.  The decision forgoes the learning process, justifies stupidity, and grants non-responsibility; this in itself is an act of idiocy, nurturing more of the same.  

It’s All Your Fault!

 
It’s All Your Fault!
By Trudy A. Martinez
  
 
Thick fog persuades most of us to slow down.  Others, ignoring the warning, speed through the dense haze.  When a collision occurs, the fog is blamed. 
 
Common sense tells us, when you can not see, slow down. 
 
Have you ever seen a blind man running?  Of course not, he walks slowly, feeling his way thus, preventing collision. 
 
The fog does not move across the path of a vehicle.  A vehicle moves through the fog.  Hence, the fog has the right of way and the vehicle must respect the fog’s superiority for the sake of safety. 
 
Pushing the gas pedal to the floor board causes accidents; the fog merely obstructs the view! 

The Persuasion of Punctuation

 The Foolishness of My Pen
Everywhere I look, in every book, the punctuation differs for Blake’s poem London.  The various editors decide how to comprehend.  The effect differentiates the meaning, confuses my mind, drives me to discern what is the cause.
 
Searching out the reason causes me to exclaim,  “Oh, Blake, help me.  Do you want the punctuation to affect me this way?’
 
Songs of Experience punctuates the poem this way:
 
Line 1, 2, 4, 5 a period falls on the end.
 
Line 3 and 6 gets nothing at all
 
Line 7 a semi-colon separates voice;  a period follows ban.
 
Line 8 is separated by only an artist’s slash of hand
 
Line 9 implies Line 10 is the end.
 
Line 11 a light dotted impression suggests an end.
 
Line 12 starts a new and then ends too.
 
Line 13, 14, 15, 16 leave the reader to decipher if to end but then my confusion begins anew:
 
Two more books reveal two more plates–the same–but yet different in the way they punctuate.
 
William Blake Selected Engravings :
 
Line 1  a comma gets,
 
Line 2, 3, no marks befall
 
Line 4  a period ends.
 
Line 5 and 6 a period ends.
 
Line 7, 8 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, and 15, nothing at all
 
Line 16 a period ends.
 
 
The illuminated Blake :
 
Line 1 and 2 no marks befall
 
Line 3 a colon:  that’s all
 
Line 4 a period ends.   
 
Line 5 and 6 no marks at all
 
Line 7 a comma separate voice , and ban becomes the end.
 
Line 8 a comma separates manacles, from the narrator’s “I hear”
 
Line 9 no marks
 
Line 10 gets a period here.
 
Line 11 receives a period covered with two (lashes)\\
 
Line 12 no marks behold
 
Line 13 a period brings to an end what I hear.
 
Line 14  no marks here
 
Line 15 a colon:
 
Line 16 no marks no end
 
Could it be instead of one plate, there are three?
The effect becomes apparent as my words begin to rhyme.
Necessitating a look once again.
Difference appear a close look descends.
Yes, variance appear in all prints:
Variance of letters, variance of pen.
Variance of the worm like creature that creeps in.
Variance of shadow, variance of light.
Most of all variances on how to comprehend.

No Alternative

 
                                                  No Alternative
                                                    By Trudy A. Martinez
 
Here I sit feeling guilty.  For what reason am I feeling guilty?  I am not illegally parked.  I’m entitled to park here.  Nevertheless, the sign in front of me creates quilt feelings.  The color of the sign , I am sure, is meant to bring on a feeling of restfulness; but instead it brings on sadness, reminding me of the words of a song:  “Blue Moon, why are you standing alone?”
 
Is standing the key?  Are these feelings manifested because the symbol depicts a person in a wheel chair?  In actuality, the person on the sign is the wheelchair!  This space is not meant for wheel chair parking:  it’s for vehicles belonging to those who have a medical need.  Their need may or may not constitute use of a wheel chair.  The majority of the users of these spaces walk with the use of other apparatus or have a deficiency hindering their ability to travel far.  Watching who use these spaces, produce very few in wheel chairs.  So why does the sign depict a wheel chair?
 
Alternatives, such as the word disabled, are not much better.  The word disabled disqualifies the person in the eyes of society even though he or she may be quite capable of performing in other capacities exceedingly well and may even surpass those more physically inclined. 
 
Well then, I can not let this sign persuade me to feel quilt.  My persuasion must come from within.