Tuesday, October 26, 2010

What I have taped on the front of my journal

"Hope" is the thing with feathers--
That perches in the soul --
And sings the tune without the words --
And never stops -- at all --
And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --
And sore must be the storm --
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm --
I've heard it in the chillest land --
And on the strangest Sea --
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb -- of Me.
-Emily Dickinson

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Thoreau

"The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indestructible as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little stardust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched."
It is so true.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Immigration issues; being an outsider in your own country.

To ponder this weekend: cultural assimilation, making judgements, seeing people for who they really are, not who you think...

Questions: Who is really a German? Who is an American? Who is Muslim? Who is Catholic? How can you tell? How do you guess what language someone will speak? How much of this is based on appearance? How many snap judgments do we make every day without even thinking about how wrong they might be?


From NYT article: With Film, Afghan-German Is a Foreigner at Home
Published: October 17, 2010
Burhan Qurbani has realized that his audience sees him as an Afghan immigrant who made a movie about Islam, not as a talented German filmmaker.



He suddenly realizes that he is a foreigner at home, and that his audience sees him as an Afghan immigrant who made a movie about Islam, not as a talented German filmmaker who chose to explore issues common to all mankind.

"Of course, I am German," Mr. Qurbani said. "I have Afghani roots, I can't deny that, but mostly, I am German."

Mr. Qurbani's personal narrative should be a tale of immigrant success. His parents fled the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan and settled in Germany. His father was an electrician, but his parents divorced, so his mother raised two boys with the help of public assistance. He received a first-rate education and had the chance to pursue his dream of becoming a filmmaker.


*****

"It is tragic what is happening here," said Hatice Akyün, a writer and lifelong German resident of Turkish descent who, like Mr. Qurbani, must confront the frustrating daily exclamation from other Germans who never seem to tire of telling them, "You speak German so well."

"I'm tired of explaining," Ms. Akyün said. After living here for 40 years, she said, she is so distraught by what is happening that she is considering moving to Istanbul. "The only country I consider home," she said, "is Germany. But it is getting worse and worse."

*****

"My grandfather told me and my brother, 'You are like a bird without legs; You cannot land,' " he recalled. "You will never be at home here and you will never be at home in Afghanistan."

It was not until the film came out that he realized how right his grandfather was. "I'm not the filmmaker who worked with brilliant actors and a talented cinematographer; I'm the Afghani," he said, again dragging on a cigarette.

*****

Like much of Europe, Germany is gripped by anger and mistrust between ethnic nationals and immigrants, especially, but not exclusively, Muslims. The debate in Germany, long simmering beneath the surface, broke into the open with a recent book that condemned Muslim immigrants for "dumbing down" society and accusing them of coming to Germany only because it is a generous welfare state. The book warned Germans they were losing their country.

Ms. Merkel stoked the growing debate over the weekend when she told a meeting of young members of her conservative Christian Democratic Union that Germany's attempts to build a multicultural society had "utterly failed." While immigrants are welcome in Germany, Ms. Merkel said, they must learn the language and accept the country's cultural norms.

A survey released last week by the Friedrich Ebert Foundation reported 58.4 percent of the 2,411 people polled thought that Germany's approximately four million Muslims should have their religious practices "significantly curbed."



These are scary and sad close-minded thoughts.


I hope for the world to be different, yet recognise that it's not. I've seen this in Germany, so I know it's true. It's nothing unique to Germany- it's worldwide, nationwide. If we're to become a multicultural, loving world (and individual societies), I think the only way is through honest open dialogue and self-questioning.


We must change mindsets, the treatment of individuals and groups of people. We must start with ourselves.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Just guessing: Haruki Murakami is A Short Man.

Quote from recent read, After Dark, by said author:

"Mari is a tiny girl, and the woman [Kaoru] is built like a barn, maybe two or three inches shy of six feet." Also referred to Kaoru as a "Big hunk of a woman."


Who knew a 5'9" woman was so massive? God help me.

Now, to test my hypothesis, I looked online for height and weight stats on this author whose book, Kafka on the Shore, I loved. But there were none. I looked for photos, for height comparisons, and this man does not appear in any group photos and only two with other people.

So I cannot be sure.

I still like his writing.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Long Fall Days

Driving to work lately has been a swirl of colors and textures, each day different. Part of the changing seasons. As much as I see beauty in it, I'm still hampered by seasonal thoughts. The trees, though shades of a favorite color, orange, still seem ugly to me. But a dry patch of leaves on the ground to crumple through reminds me of the bonfires we used to build when I was a kid. And so each day waxes and wanes with emotions of changes.

As the days shorten, I feel myself cocooning inward. Quietly absorbing life. Less chat and idle laughter. More contemplation. It is okay.




(The top three pictures I took while driving and did not crash, so that is positive!)