How this blog post came to be may be summed up, though it is one LONG summation, by this Facebook post I wrote on the 28th of June, between the sets of asterisks:
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Spooky coincidences…I just found out via a post by my friend Anthony Ortega, son of my fellow GHS grad and good friend Joy Riner Taylor, that Harlan Ellison has died. Tony said that it was ironic because he’s just been going over Ellison’s work.
Oddly enough, I’d been thinking about Harlan Ellison too. About a week or two ago I looked him up on Wikipedia to see if he were still alive (he was born in 1934).
Spookier still is the last 24 hours. I was thinking with sadness about the suicides of two good friends of mine, one in 1986 and one just this year. And there had been something in the news about suicide being a trending thing. And then the thought popped into my head: “We have got to watch ourselves.” Then the acrostic poet in me realized that the words WATCHING and YOURSELF both have eight letters in it, and I could do a double-acrostic poem about self-preservation using those words. And probably should: it could be much more meaningful than the hooey I usually crank out. (Just kidding, Folks.) (With a little grain of truth.)
Why is this SUCH a spooky coincidence? Well, Harlan Ellison was for the most part the opposite of a suicide–he once demanded open-heart surgery pronto, feeling time was of the essence. The phrase “DO ME” was in his demand to the doc, according to his own account. And they Did Him, and he lasted another 20 years. And in his career he wrote dozens of books. Two, during the Nixon era, were about television. They were THE GLASS TEAT and THE OTHER GLASS TEAT. And there were sequelae of those, of sorts, with a column in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, later put into book form, and later yet extended with a series of YouTube videos. And here the spookiness hits home. My acrostic poem, conceived before I learned of Harlan’s death, will be WATCHING YOURSELF. Harlan’s series was called HARLAN ELLISON’S WATCHING.
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Since the post I’ve attempted the acrostic three times. Here’s the first try:
We do not tend to put our dirty laundry on display
And when our feelings darken, they may travel incognito
The hope is that the mood will lift if it is left in situ
Concealment is unwise but it so hurts to peel a layer
How desperately vulnerable modern times have made us
In fact the woe and pain make ending it almost attractive
New hope arises when we offer gentle love for all
Gained wisdom comes when mindfulness puts guardrail by the cliff
That was a brainbuster. I almost went with it but felt it missed the mark. On to Try #2:
When purpose yields duality
And makes for an imbroglio
Then Life sneers, Yeah? The Same To You
Canasta, craps, chemin de fer
Hold Doom just like a blunderbuss
If action is evocative
Now we may wax Neandertal
Glyphs mark our bets, no call, no bluff
That try suffered from loss of comprehensibility, straitjacketed as it was by the acrostic. Good try though it was, it was necessary to try, try again.
That led to this final version:
Here are those final-draft words:
Well, I fear we’re going Ka-Blooey
And if you can argue, please do
This school is called Letspreserve U
Commitment & Shame make a pair
How fell is Depression, whose heirs
Inflict themselves Harm, unaware
Now, please–one more round for us all
Good mindfulness works–let’s be off
One last little spookiness. I went to Goodreads to look at the book jacket for HARLAN ELLISON’S WATCHING. The intro paragraph is Ellison’s style. If he didn’t write it, some damn good pasticher did. Whichever, the last two sentences address friendlessness (first sentence) and self-preservation, which is the theme of this page. Word for word, here they are: “As an essayist, he has no equal; as a film critic he has no friends. Take care.”
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