Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Sick Day

Laid up with a cold, I've been watching old movies. Or, more truthfully stated, I've been watching any old thing. But I did manage to have a thought: I miss subtlety. As in its absence when two people meet, know each other for a very short time, rip-tear-pull each other's clothes off and slam their bodies together. This scene, meant to convey great passion, is so common in today's storytelling that it conveys nothing more than urgent sex. Which, of course, is a pretty powerful and wonderful feeling, but so too are the more subtle shades of passion and love. A look, a smile, a note can convey depths of feeling as interesting, or more so, than getting slammed up against a wall.

I also miss subtlety in politics. Or is that an oxymoron? Before us is a year of name-calling, hammering home the message and deliberate misunderstandings. No wit, no nuance; only the same drilled words endlessly repeated.

As does music, language has enough notes to express a wide spectrum of human feelings; from harsh/raw to delicate/subtle. When both ends of the spectrum are available, life is more interesting.

Today, I feel overexposed to the harsh/raw end. I'd like to hear someone shout his/her love from the mountain top without actually shouting at me. Also, since I'm having a cranky fit, I'm not fond of "hook-up" or "hottie." In love and politics, it would be nice to move somewhere beyond slam-bang.

1 comment:

MtC said...

O.K. and not counting