Author: Wayne Slingluff

Rembrandt

Through many self-identifications with other people – especially artists – I’ve always come back to Rembrandt as one of the finest. Not so much for his immense talent – all my heroes have had talent way beyond my own – as for his immersion in a life filled with ups and downs .

I mostly enjoy the way all of his sketches – and how many of them there are! – live and breathe. Each capturing a moment, as often as not seemingly just for the fun of it. No grand idea of using them later – just pick up a pen or brush and engage.

Oh, it’s a grand conceit. But I like reviewing his life with all its disappointments and hardships, its occasional triumphs. Follow the posthumous evaluation of his major and minor works, right up to the current near deification after for a while being almost trash compared to all those Italians and later French .

Each of us can choose whom we admire, living or dead. Whether or not we are much like them. Pick appropriate characteristics to emulate (even though we may often be wrong objectively).

I find that Rembrandt is one of the few totems with whom I can easily reestablish a resonance. A fresh breath of air whenever my own spirit rises too high or sinks too low .

Smash and Dream.

Or maybe dream and smash? Angry people often believe that every problem is somebody else’s fault. If they can’t find an avatar scapegoat, they blame immigrants, government, society, or vague cabals. Somebody  is obviously making them victims, because they’re not doing as well as mommy and daddy told them they would .

So they dream of a better world, like most of us. But they are certain that vague and evil powers will stop their desires. So first they must smash and destroy everything and rebuild in the rubble for a glorious future .

Oh, sure, lots of people will be hurt and die. Maybe even they will die. But they will be happy martyrs, welcomed into their vision of eternal heaven, admired down the future ages. Happy imaginations .

Usually, they expect that right will prevail. A little because it must be true and right. A lot because its purity will make it a strong survivor. To be honest, most of the greatest smashers also believe they will remain since they are the strongest .

Finally successful. Mommy and daddy must be proud .

And now – all settles down to sweetness and light .

Finally, the right people in charge .

The more things change … 

Unpeople

George Orwell’s 1984 language easily fits the current government policy of how to treat “unpeople”. Those not worthy of being citizens by virtue of birthplace are easily termed unpeople, to whom few laws or rights apply .

The US has a long history of labeling certain groups as unpeople. The original inhabitants of the country, of course. Anyone with a non-caucasian skin coloration, at one time or another. Certain religious groups .

It’s sad but effective. Unpeople are – well – not really people like the rest of us. They are kind of like intelligent dogs, or possibly smart rats. There is no need to give them rights. They are criminals simply by inhabiting our space .

Furthermore, unpeople cleverly cheat us and use up resources which should be devoted to the real people, the good people, the actual humans. And unpeople breed like crazy, arrive in hordes, try to crossbreed and pollute the population pool.

It’s an old and effective way of appealing to the masses. Convince them that these or those unpeople are the source of all their troubles (rather than blaming the rulers of the country) .

Of course, with the speed of internet virtual transformation, any one of us could turn into an unpeople tomorrow 

Fantastic Tales

I enjoyed Bible stories as a youth. Then those of the “golden age” of science fiction. Even now some space opera and fantasy. All had little twists and turns, many preached a certain view of society. Fortunately, I never confused them with science or history. Sociology – well that hung out somewhere in the middle .

I know the attraction of all those (mostly) male superheroes or charmed individuals who thrive against all odds. But, again, I rarely confused their exploits with what happened in my real life .

What bothers me now is that many people are overwhelmed with a glut of knowledge that still seems unable to predict their individual future usefully. So they cling to militaristic utopias like Heinlein’s StarshipTroopers. Or unfettered economic systems _ some controlled, some free. Or libertarian or dystopian or … And worse, these become not merely touchstones for their own consciousness, which may be a genuinely useful function, but also a blueprint for how society should really be, or actually is, or how they should act .

Ayn Rand is my personal hate. But any fiction is – really – fiction. Each person is more complex than described in a novel. Each society more chaotically unpredictable. Each solution encrusted with its own problems . And each individual life unique.

But not in these tales. “If only” has replaced “once upon a time” in our current fairy tales .

“If you can keep it”

Franklin’s famous phrase is somewhat opposed to the current meme “rule of law.” In some sense, any organized society lives under a kind of rule of law – laws determined by whoever is in charge, even if the “law” is “I can do whatever I want and you must obey me” .

The founders considered a republic to be based on rights grounded in ideas of liberty. Laws which infringed on that liberty were wrong and should be unenforceable. 

Those founders did not see much difference between liberty and “rights” owed to any adult white males living in the country. Those folks were supposed to preserve the idea of liberty (even if they treated women, slaves, etc differently.) Fundamental rights included being able to defend oneself, protect property and contracts, and think and say what you wanted. In a libertarian manner – they did not initially see any need to explicitly enumerate a bill of rights – freedom to do anything that doesn’t harm someone else .

All would of course be forever preserved by the innate virtue of the ruling elite. After the founders finished laughing, they constructed a complicated federal system of checks and balances. Alas, over the years, we have deconstructed most of that in the name of “pure democracy” – what the founders called mob rule. 

We may be in the final stages of a semblance of a republic. It was, for a while, a nice nearly working dream .

Lost Words

Young people tend to have nightmares or fantasies about old people (to be fair, old people reciprocate.) It is usually annoying to read “youngsters” giving us irrelevant advice, writing ridiculous entertainment scripts about elders, or solemnly discussing our plight. 

It is true we have slowed down and become more careful. (But hardly so slow as the memory medicine ads would proclaim.) It is usually true that we gradually lose our taste for grand adventures – adventures occur all around us all the time, sometimes as simple as going to the store. We remain fully human, but (in spite of protestation) not as we were at 30 .

I feel a gradual degradation, which I accept (as I must, since – in spite of those ads for expensive medication – it is inevitable). Perhaps the most annoying are the constant little gaps in mind and memory. Particularly nasty are the constant stream of “lost words.” I know exactly what I want to say, know there is a word for it, know I know there is a word for it – but nothing but blank .

That clues me into other patterns I may not be quite aware of. Reflexes, adjustment to light changes, peripheral vision, and on and on .

In fact, what most amazes me in the whole process is how much I used to have, how much I can lose, and how I nevertheless remain me.