tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176727671111610357.post2103051763247743290..comments2023-12-14T05:11:09.416-05:00Comments on The Latent Narratives of Oats Gulwick: Tree TalksOats Gulwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438790700771505167noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176727671111610357.post-81003096567147013492017-02-09T15:16:17.956-05:002017-02-09T15:16:17.956-05:00Yet another opportunity to internalize employment ...Yet another opportunity to internalize employment failure: an employer once again turns another benefits cut into an example of employee culpability. Ten years with no raise, no c-o-l increase, no bonus, never a review, never shown a job description, never an org chart, refused requests to discuss schedule, each year a trimming on benefits. Always the line, "No complaining."<br /><br />It feels shitty, and I slump home wondering what the response is to my internalizing of this lifetime of impotence and failure on my part.<br /><br />For whatever reason, this image of Theodore Roethke comes to me: a young college professor at 27, having the first of many manic episodes, in Michigan. He wanders into the woods in winter, under dressed, and, after learning from a tree "the secret of Nijinski", removes his shoe and tosses it away. This image of him lumbering back, shivering, sopping wet sock. And what did everyone make of him?<br /><br />And the next day, still under dressed, he soberly returns to the woods, and retrieves his shoe.<br /><br />I don't know what inside this story is so striking to me.<br /><br />This image of the suffering artist, the idea that he paid for his gift; this image now seen as bullshit. But, too, Campbell: our myths are indeed dragged up at a cost.<br /><br />But, anyway, crappy censure; feeling of suffocating and being stuck; a life measured by what is not; the acceptance that, in the end, what we are cannot be fathomed.Oats Gulwickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08438790700771505167noreply@blogger.com