“¿Dónde jugarán los niños?”

"Dónde diablos jugaráran los pobres ninos?  ...Se esta partiendo el mundo, ya no hay lugar" translation-"Where will those poor children play?  The world is breaking, there's no more room"

-Maná

What happened to the wide open spaces and rolling hills? 

It seems like there used to be so much more room to move around in an children were constantly outdoors doing chores, running through fields and just enjoying themselves.

 Nowdays they don't have as many opportunities to do that.  A lot of kids live in cities or urban areas where there isn't much opportunity to go and rn through a field

Children are quite good at adapting to circumstances though and are able to find things to do pretty much anywhere, but I really connected with the words of this song because it is sad.

Even kids that have the space to go out and play in often keep themselves indoors and play video games and check facebook.

So not only do we have to worry about the environmental damage that is talked about this song, but kids themselves are finding ways to avoid going out into nature.

This also, for some reason, makes me think of the song "Where have all the flowers gone" which talks about war and how that affects our lives.  All the flowers have gone to girls, the girls have all gone the men,the men have gone off to be soldiers in the war, the soldiers have all gone to graves and the graveyards have turned into flowers.

I think, the reason it brought this song to mind is that, not only are we faced with the question of where children are going to play, but also what is going to happen to them when they grow up.  War is a very real threat in many countries, a lot of young people are enlisting in the army.  That is where they end up going to "play" since often they have no other choice. 

What can we do to clean this world up?

Kaleidoscope

"In the movies there is always one with red red lips who is beautiful and cruel. She is the one who drives the men crazy and laughs them all away.  her power is her own.  She will not give it away.

 I have begun my own quiet war.  Simple. sure.  I am one who leaves the table like a man, without putting back the chair or picking up the plate."

The House on Mango Street

-Sandra Cisneros

 

I love how this girl wants to be so independent.  It is heartbreaking throughout the book to read of how limited the women are, how dependent they are of their spouses.  You have Rafaela who is not allowed to leave her house because she is too pretty, you have Sally who is beaten by her father and can't even talk to boys, Minerva whose husband beats her but she can never completely kick him out, Mamacita who moved there because of the man and hates every minute of it....  It almost makes me happy that she is fighting against 'the system' and that she doesn't want to conform.

I know that machismo has been a huge part of most cultures in the past. The man is in charge, he provides and the women bears children and cooks and cleans. I know there have been a lot of changes in many societies, but this is still pretty normal in many places and it makes me sad. There is so much potential that never gets discovered, so many dreams that are squashed.

 

While I am not a hardcore feminist, I love cooking and want to be a stay at home mom if at all possible, this is too much for me.  Everyone deserves some independence, space to realize their dreams and have a chance at doing what they want.  Everyone should be allowed friends and should be able to voice their opinion and know that it is taken into consideration.

In what ways does our society limit people?  We have many women in the workforce, stay at home fathers, opportunities to do what we want.  Are there ways that we are being limited and stifled?




 

Solitude

I would have to say that one of my favorite readings to this day was "The Labyrinth of Solitude" by Octavio Paz.

 He presented some really cool ideas that, while I am sure that I have thought of them before, I didn't know how to put into words.  He is really good about defining things, spelling things out. 

To me he started to answer the question of why we can feel so alone when we are actually surrounded by people who love us.  I say only that he 'started to answer' because while he has some really good ideas I still think that there is more that goes into it.  However, I just loved the points of view that he presented in his book.  His writing style was easy for me to follow and not all flowery and poetical, and while it wasn't exactly a story with characters and a plotline (I usually tend to enjoy those a whole lot more) he did a really good job at keeping the reader interested and wanting to contine reading. 
I didn't necessarily agree with his views on love and marriage, but that is what is great about reading and learning, you can take the things that you really like and put them into your personal book of beliefs and values, while at the same time discarding things you don't agree with. 
     This class has taught me a lot about being able to do that, with the books that we read, the music we listen to and the pictures that we look at.  They can be interpreted many ways and represent different things to different people.  We need to find the things that we like in this life and pull them out and apply them, but we also need to realized that someone else might see it differently than us.  In our discussions I have seen many times where peoples opinions differ, some see a picture as an artists way of denouncing the encroachment of civilization whereas someone else sees it as accpetance of it.  It is to our best advantage to listen to the point of view of others because we might be missing out on something really cool

Loved Ones

"I will go with one understanding," Ultima cautioned.  She raised her finger and pointed at both of them.  The gaze of her clear eyes held them transfixed.  "You must understand that when anybody, bruja or curandera, priest or sinner, tampers with the fate of a man that sometimes a chain of events is set into motion over which no one will have ultimate control.  You must be willing to accept this responsibility."
My uncle looked at my mother.  Their immediate concern was to save Lucas from the jaws of death, for that they would accept any responsibility.

"Bless Me, Ultima"

In this song, at the end when the boy actually loves the girl he offers his wallet, his Grandfather's pocket watch, anything he can to get her away from the thief.  Eventually he offers the breath from his body and even himself in he place of his wife when she is struggling after childbirth...

We are so willing to do whatever it takes to protect those that we love.  We accept any consequence, we make deals with other people and we even try to make deals with God at times.  Ultima warns them here that no one knows what will happen if she saves Lucas, but it could come at great price.  I think that often, when people are so desperate they would sell anything, do anything in order to help our friends or family.  There are many movies out there with parents who would go to the ends of the earth, hold up an entire hospital, make deals with dangerous people or even sell themselves to the devil for the protection of their children.

Why do we get so irrational in these circumstances?  I know that we love them, we want what is best for them, but to go to te extent of breaking the law, doing what we know is wrong and accepting whatever consequences come with it...why?

 This song is about a parent praying so hard over their child, also offering to take his place if the Lord will just save the life of the child.

I don't know where we start believing that we can bargain that way with God.  Do you think that it works?  Do you think that showing that kind of desire makes a difference?  I know that it maks us feel better, like it is the only thing that we can do to help, but why do we do it?

What if...

"My father nodded.  I saw him stand beside Chávez and put his arm around his shoulders. Now he too was armed.  I had only seen him shoot the rifle when we slaughtered pigs in the fall.  Now they were going armed for a man."

Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya pg. 17

What happens when the common man has to take up the sword, or rather the gun in this case?  Latin and South America are full of civil wars, revolts and times when one had to take up arms or suffer.  As in this story, many of them were not traind for war, they were common people just living their lives, but when the situation became dire they would pick up whatever they had and fight for their rights. 

This idea of people having to pick up and leave their normal, everyday lives and go to war is a recurring one throughout history.  In the Triple Alliance War the army that Brazil formed was made out of 'volunteers' from the poor and the slaves.  They were taken from their everyday life, given a gun and sent out to use it.  In the war for independence and freedom from Great Brittain here in the United States, not everyone in the U.S. was trained in the military, yet people were needed to fight against the Brittish troops so anyone who could and wanted to joined in.  And what about being drafted during the war....

I thought it was really interesting how he chose to include this line into the book, that the dad was taking something that the children had often seen used.  Something that was used to bring them food and proffit by killing the pigs; something that was now being prepared to possibly take the life of another human being.

Would you be able to do that?  If asked to go to war could you pick up a gun and go?  How about if you were in the place of Antonio's father, could you just pick up a gun and go?

I do appreciate though on the next page when they find the man responsible, that Narciso tries to reason with the men reminding them that this is a man, not an animal.  So although he is prepared and ready to do whatever is necessary, he is not blind to others and does not enjoy bloodshed.

So one last question, would we be in the angry mob, clamoring for justice and ready to shoot the man on the spot, or would we be like Narciso and try and reason with him and avoid the bloodshed?  Or will we even have the choice if it comes to this kind of situation?  

And Life Goes On

"Now that death had resumed its normal rhythm, it's tempo accelerated only by certain raw winds, the planters have themselves over t drinking and card-playing, demoralized by their forced association with the soldiery..."

The Kingdom of this World a Novel

-Alejo Carpentier

This excerpt makes me think about death in our own lives and how it is extremely tragic at the time, but life continues to move forward.  Often we feel as though life should stop altogether because of the tragedy that happens in our life-the unexpected death of a parent, the grief at the loss of a sibling or even a child that is taken from this life far too soon for our liking. 

The world seems to pause for a moment, everyone giving out condolences and offering you time to come to terms, but all too soon life picks up again and one is expected to get back into the swing of things. 

Other people seem to forget what is forever branded upon our hearts and don't understand why we are continuing to live in the past.  Why is it that we cannot understand each other's pain beyond a certain point?

I love how Kenny Chesney expresses it in his song "Who You'd be Today".  He talks about how it isn't fair that this person died too young, how he can't forget the memories and the pain and is always thinking about what that person would be like today if they were still alive.

Why is the pain so bitter?  Esecially as members when we know that we will see them again, that they are free from the pains and afflications of this world?

I don't think that there is an easy answer to these questions.  While death is something that will eventually happen to all of us, it seems that it is something we are rarely prepared for.  It's like we all know that we are going to die, but we don't really believe it.  Why do you think think it is such a hard concept to grasp?  Is it because our minds naturally shy away from unpleasant thoughts or things that we cannot control?  Or does it go along with the mindset that most people have, that they are an exception to the rule?  That mindset tells a person that: I can text while I drive because nothing will happen, I can ride a motorcycle without a helmet because I won't crash, I can go hiking or spelunking by myselve because I won't get lost, or I can go running alone at night because there is no way I would ever get raped...right???  

What are your thoughts on this?  Do you agree with my theory or do you have a different one?  Have you noticed these things in other people?  Have you experienced it yourself? 

The Foreigness of Time

"I know that of all problems, none disquieted him more, and none concerned him more than the profound one of time."

"The Garden of Forking Paths"-Jorge Luis Borges

What is it about time that makes it seem so strange and foreign to us?  When we are kids it seems to have little meaning, we don't count the day out in hours and minutes but rather in seasons and daylight-time when we can play.  For a bullrider 8 seconds may very well seem to last for an eternity, to an employee on a lunch break 30 minutes can seem like 5 because it goes so quickly.  I know whey I was on my mission some days felt like they would never end; whereas at other times it felt like I merely blinked and two months flew past!

Yet, with all of this we use time for everyhing, we base our lives around being on time, workin, going to meetings-everything is based around a time schedule.

We have been studying a lot of different movements in class and how time can change many things.  We've been watching the way that art changes over time, how relationships can change over time and just the effect that time can have on a culture and civilization and it is crazy what can happen in a relatively short amount of time.  In my Port 355 class on Brazilian history and culture we are currently studying the 1800's and everything that happened there.  They went from a monarchy to political back to monarchy, freedom of the African slaves on to get indentured servants out of immigrants, all sorts of wars and revolts, changes in the economy...!  It is amazing how much can change with time.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if we could go back in time and change things, what that would affect.

How can time be so elusive to us and why does it seem

to move faster the older we get?  I don't know if it is ever something that we will be able to grasp in this life, but what do you think?