Home page

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Recycling Angst by John von Daler

                Mom used to reach out and put her flat, closed palm in front of my child's eyes during the scary parts of a movie. Childhood was not supposed to be scary.

                We left after I had seen one bull-fight in Mexico City.
                Comic books, especially the ones with action or horror, were forbidden in our house.
                Later, as a young man I think I suspended fear for a while. But I do not remember making an effort to find entertainment that could scare ( to use a phrase I relish) "the living daylights" out of me. I think perhaps I had permanently turned on a "living nightlight"; at any rate I avoided the spectactularly terrifying.
                These days I have perfected the ability to study the top edge of the seat in front of me in movie theaters. At home I just turn off the television when the going gets sinister. I sit elsewhere and read books and magazines about subjects of my own choosing.
                Until today when I read The New York Review article about the rise of the #Jelly Fish in our oceans: Tim Flannery: "They're Taking Over!" #NYR September 26 - October 9, 2013.
                I don't have to go to the movies to scare myself to death these days. I just read about the way things really are - and regress to wanting that big old palm from heaven to come down in front of my eyes. I want my Mommy!

No comments:

Post a Comment

Most Popular Blogs

Total Pageviews

Search This Blog


Follow by Email

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Harry Potter, #4)