“There is a widespread refusal to let children know that the source of much that goes wrong in life is due to our very own natures– the propensity of all men for acting aggressively, asocially, selfishly, out of anger and anxiety. Instead we want our children to believe that, inherently all men are good. But children know that they are not always good; and often, even when they are, they would prefer not to be. This contradicts what they are told by their parents, and therefore makes the child a monster in his own eyes.
The dominant culture wishes to pretend, particularly where children are concerned, that the dark side of man does not exist, and professes a belief in an optimistic meliorism. Psychoanalysis itself is viewed as having the purpose of making life easy—but this is not what its founder intended. Psychoanalysis was created to enable man to accept the problematic nature of life without being defeated by it, or giving in to escapism. Freud’s prescription is that only by struggling courageously against what seem like overwhelming odds can man succeed in wringing meaning out of his existence.
This is exactly the message that fairy tales get across to the child in manifold form: that a struggle against severe difficulties in life is unavoidable, is an intrinsic part of human existence—but that if one does not shy away, but steadfastly meets unexpected and often unjust hardships, one masters all obstacles and at the end emerges victorious.
Modern stories written for young children mainly avoid these existential problems, although they are crucial issues for all of us. The child needs most particularly to be given suggestions in symbolic form about how he may deal with these issues and grow safely into maturity. “Safe?? stories mention neither death nor aging, the limits to our existence, nor the wish for eternal life. The fairy tale, by contrast, confronts the child squarely with the basic human predicaments.”
—Bruno Bettelheim, The Uses of Enchantment
WHEN THE DUST FINALLY SETTLED
After only a few weeks, I’ve decided to shut down the Newspaper Blackout Poems blog. With work, three different comics I’m working on, and doing my own poems, I just don’t have time for any other project. (I’ll still be posting some on this site now and then.) Thanks to everyone who sent me their poems, and I hope that those interested will go on doing their own.
SOMETIMES I WORRY ABOUT THE WORLD
Today a woman called and wanted the 1-800 number for Red Delicious Apples.
I had to calmly explain to her, with several patrons turning their heads to listen, that “red delicious” was a VARIETY of apple that farmers grow, not a BRAND.
I think this information blew her mind.
OUR STATE OF MIND
Clouds have lifted around our place. I think we’ve figured out what we’re gonna do for the next couple of years, and that always feels good. My wife and I are two people who like to have a battle plan.
I was reading a Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi book in Half Price yesterday, and he was talking about happiness/sadness in terms of mental entropy. I like that idea a whole lot. Our brain wants to take chaos and make some kind of order out of it. With art, it’s the same thing. Putting order — our style, our worldview, whatever — to the mess of experience.
Anyways, I found this doodle/sketch in an old book, and it just felt right for today.
TEXAS DOODLE
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