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Thursday, April 07, 2005

Julia Kes

English 3960

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Intimacy after Sexual Abuse

            There are many responses a child can have when sexually abused by a family member. She can act out or try to disappear. She could become overly sexual or try to minimize that as much as possible. She could get angry or sad. In one study, “almost two-thirds (63 percent) of the questionnaire respondents with siblings indicated that the offender had moved down a line of children in their families” (Westerlund 41). With this sort of data, it is no wonder that even siblings may react to their experiences in totally different ways.

            If left untreated, the same behaviors exhibited in childhood can be carried into adulthood. These behaviors include anxiety, depression, low self-esteem, sexual problems, revictimization, fear, aggression, and guilt. Adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse may also show a lack of trust in others (Abdulrehman and De Luca 194).

                        These responses can have major impacts on the survivor’s ability to enjoy and maintain intimate relationships, sexual or not. The “happily ever after” ending that many people want thus becomes harder.

Depression/ Low Self-esteem/ Suicide

            One major thing that affects this ability is the survivor’s mental state, such as depression. “Regarding psychiatric disorders, women are 3-5 times more likely to have one or more episodes of major depression in their lifetimes than women without such a history” (Olafson 153). Depression makes even the simplest tasks a chore. Is it no wonder, then, that relationships would suffer?

            Going hand-in-hand with depression, there are also self related problems. In a study of women in a support group for women sexually abused as children, “a number of respondents” were “in some respect developmentally delayed. A unanimous complaint was of persistent problems with negative self-image and low self-esteem” (Westerlund 48). This can leave survivors hating their bodies. “Whether attractive or not, many respondents (44 percent) reported feeling unattractive or “ugly” due to the incest” (Westerlund 56). When one’s image is warped in this way, the compliments that come with courting may be hard to believe. “Respondents frequently reported having difficulty accepting compliments regarding their appearance. Several respondents stated that they were unable to realistically assess their own appearance and had difficulty believing that others found them attractive” (Westerlund 56). Not only would survivors disallow a positive body image, but they often abused themselves, too. This is what some of the study volunteers said:

“I was going to teach myself that I was in no way important. I would get rid of any lingering notion that I had a right to certain things. I would humble myself. I wasn’t a person anyway. I was a thing. I tried real hard to be a slut. I tried real hard to be crazy and succeeded at it for a time” (Westerlund 121).

“I didn’t eat on a regular basis, I wouldn’t give myself enough sleep, I just didn’t have any rights. I was surprised I didn’t have to ask anybody for permission to breathe. That’s how low my self-esteem was.” (Westerlund 140).

“I physically feel like I’ve gone into a black hole. I feel like a shroud of blackness is coming over me and it’s just such an awful, awful feeling. Sometimes it’s so bad that I feel suicidal. I just want to reject whatever that is. And I know it has to do with being so frightened because I don’t have any limits. My boundaries were totally destroyed. I’m just so frightened of being a nothing. And that’s what the incest did to me. It turned me into a nothing. It robbed me of personhood” (Westerlund 145).

Besides the depression, low self-esteem, feeling crazy, and suicidal thoughts, some people also have a fascination with death. “Survivors often indicate that they do not expect to live long or predict their death before a particular age” (Tessier 178). This may cause them to neglect taking care of themselves.

Emotional Intimacy

“Love can threaten; touch can burn; caring can seem to violate. Is it any wonder that the adult incest survivor feels out of control?” (Blume 45). Emotional intimacy may be a difficult thing for survivors of childhood sexual abuse. When someone close to her betrayed her, it may have left her with a feeling that the only way to protect herself was to not let anyone get in the position of being able to use her that way again.

 “Evidence presented by Lisak (1994) and Mullen et al. (1994) maintained that adults who had been sexually victimized as children had problems in their intimate relationships in adulthood” (Abdulrehman and De Luca 198). Emotional attachment might be very difficult for some people. “With the development of emotional attachment, respondents found their desire decreased as the sexual partner became more familiar and/or more intimate” (Westerlund 84). This can be explained by the fact that as someone becomes closer to a survivor, she grows to become more dependant on him or her. When she was dependant on an abusive family member, she was hurt. To her, the closer she lets someone, the easier it is for that person to hurt her. “Some respondents (7 percent) reported that in more emotionally intimate relationships, desire was lost because sex became associated with duty as in the incest” (Westerlund 84). The best way to be able to have sex and friendship, for these women, is to separate them. “For the incest survivor, affection is not affection; it is sex. And sex is an assault, not making love” (Blume 215). “To be emotionally intimate where there is no sexual intimacy and vice versa is preferable because it is not threatening” (Westerlund 133). However, this was not always an easy thing to do.

 “Adult peer relationships also appear to be at risk of being impaired. Tong et al. (1987) found that adult survivors of sexual abuse have fewer friends or social supports. Adult survivors of child sexual abuse recalled having fewer friends and having trouble connecting with others in their childhood (Lisak, 1994).” (Abdulrehman and De Luca 198). The few friendships she may have can be confusing for her.

“A common aftereffect for incest survivors is the tendency to sexualize their relationships” (Blume 216). This can be because she’s had a relationship that should not be sexual become sexual. “When she wants affection, she may think she wants sex” (Blume 216). Her skewed view of her worth tells her that people want her sexually and that is the only way to secure their love. “Valuing her sexual gifts more than her self and more than her own needs, the incest survivor may attempt to win affection and closeness by giving sex to friends and lovers” (Blume 217). But this can lead to confusion when this sexuality is expressed towards people of the non-desired gender.

She may have a “confusion over what was sex and what was affection. A few respondents (7 percent) [in a study] specifically mentioned being sexual with both genders when, in fact, they only wanted the friendship and affection of one of those genders.” (Westerlund 63). This is not to say that childhood sexual abuse leads to homosexuality. This is confusion over boundaries of what is sexual and what is not. In one woman’s words:

“I visualize a little girl that wants to be hugged and kissed, that wants attention, that wants someone to play with. I guess that’s how I feel in terms of men. I want men to feel like I’m their girl, there’s nobody else, and I’m really special. And I’m very needy and I feel really stupid – I hate those moods” (Westerlund 143).

An aspect that often goes with intimacy, touch, can have negative reactions. “Touch can be frightening, angering, or painful to an incest survivor. She frequently misinterprets it. She has no basis on which to judge the other person’s intentions; therefore, she cannot know how to react. In her experience, touch often foreshadows a demand. It is, therefore, threatening” (Blume 195). Imagine being hugged. Now imagine not knowing when that hug will be accompanied with unwanted groping. This could be a reason for a woman to avoid being touched.

But what about touching another person? A survivor could probably live without touching people most of the time, but if she has a child, her parenting will often cause her to touch him or her. In fact, there is no way to take care of an infant or small child without having to touch him or her. “With her son during his adolescence Pat also sometimes experienced difficulty distinguishing between physical and sexual touch. That confusion remains today. “I forget that you can touch without it being sexual or without having it become sexual, that it can be just touching. It’s hard not to confuse the two.”” (Westerlund 137).

“Some sexually victimized individuals exhibit behavioral problems and antisocial behaviors, in childhood and adulthood, that disconnect them from others (Widom and Ames, 1994)” (Abdulrehman and De Luca 194). They did a study of college students to compare sexually abused people to ones that were not. However, “individuals attending university are less affected by their abuse experience than those victims not attending university” (Abdulrehman and De Luca 200). Still, they found differences between the two groups. “Nonabused participants scored significantly lower on the overall social dysfunction score […] than did abused participants” (Abdulrehman and De Luca 198). This means that survivors, even those who were less affected, are socially more dysfunctional than people who have not gone through such a trauma.

Sexual Problems

            If a survivor was able to have sexual relationships, choosing to not be celibate, she may have problems with her sexual functioning. “Incest survivors were found to have a higher incidence of sexual problems than rape survivors” (Westerlund 17). “While there were women with incest histories who experienced no difficulties with sexual functioning, such women were evidently in the minority” (Westerlund 20). These problems could take many forms.

In the study of women in therapy, the women were affected by their experiences. “Sexual thought, feeling, behavior, and/or activity were described as having a constrained quality that was felt as unnatural” (Westerlund 65). This constrained feeling could be contributed to guilt or shame regarding their abusive experiences. “Guilt and/or shame in association with sexual desire were reported by a majority of the respondents (53 percent). For some respondents (21 percent) shame interfered with initiating sexual activity since to do so involved the acknowledgement of sexual desire” (Westerlund 77). Some, though, actually did not have sexual desire. “An absence of sexual desire was reported at the time of the questionnaire by 14 percent or the respondents” (Westerlund 77). Desire, these women feel, was something their abuser(s) felt. To feel desire would associate them with their abuser(s).

Arousal is also a facet that could be affected. “An absence of sexual arousal was reported at the time of the questionnaire by 26 percent of the respondents. Such women described experiencing little or no erotic pleasure during sexual activity” (Westerlund 80). These may be the lucky ones, though. “Guilt and/or shame in association with sexual arousal were reported by a majority of the respondents (56 percent)” (Westerlund 80). This may link back to uncontrollable arousal when being abused. “In some instances (9 percent), the presence of sexual feeling was perceived as evidence that the incest was the respondent’s fault” (Westerlund 77). One respondent “stated “I just wasn’t aware that his doing what he did to me was really going to affect me as an adult, that that was going to affect my sexuality”” (Westerlund 101). Is it any wonder?

It is enough of a trauma for an adult, who has already developed ego strengths, to be held captive – as, for instance, a prisoner of war – and to be raped besides, but for a child to be virtually born into this situation, before she is fully developed psychologically, is to damage her to the very core (Blume 13).

 With all of these problems, many women developed avoidance tendencies. “The development of social and/or sexual avoidances was reported as a response to the incest by 67 percent of the respondents” (Westerlund 47). “The resentment felt over having to comply during childhood was sometimes expressed via avoidance or refusal in adulthood” (Westerlund 65). “ “My first husband would label me frigid. It was always such a fight about frequency. I realize today that he raped me all the time”” (Westerlund 135). “Thus, “frigidity” was viewed as a problem more in terms of female sexual compliance or noncompliance than in terms of the female’s subjective experience” (Westerlund 8). On the other end of the spectrum, some women engaged in risky sexual behaviors.

High-risk sex

            When not being celibate, some women engaged in promiscuity. “A period of self-defined “promiscuity” was reported by 47 percent of the respondents” (Westerlund 68). This is another way survivors victimized themselves. “Several respondents spoke of “promiscuity” as a way of “abusing” or “punishing” themselves” (Westerlund 68). Promiscuity can be seen as a natural outcome of divorcing emotional intimacy and sexual intimacy. Once a partner got too close emotionally, a new sexual partner was found. “Sexual addiction has nothing to do with enjoying sex. It is sex as compulsion, an activity over which the individual has little, if any, control. It brings not joy, but distress” (Blume 222).This, you would think, leads to prostitution.

            Something that is not directly attributed to sexual abuse is prostitution. “Although there had been little evidence to support the notion that many women with incest histories became involved in prostitution, there had been substantial evidence to support the notion that many prostitutes had been involved in incest” (Westerlund 12). “According to some estimates, 92% of teenage prostitutes were sexually molested in childhood” (Blume 181). This, though, is not a way to an intimate relationship. However, since the women learn as children that their worth is for sex, it is not surprising that some engage in these high-risk behaviors.

            This is just a small sample of how women’s ability to have intimate relationships is effected by childhood sexual abuse. It rocks her to her very core and leaves her to try to go on. Depression, lack of emotional intimacy, sexual problems, and compulsive promiscuity would seem to be enough to cause any woman to have difficulty with relationships.

 


Friday, December 12, 2003

BURT
I do. Would you like to hold my gun? I'll teach you how to shoot, if it's alright with your mom. Tomorrow morning.

Scene 7
Burt's apartment

BURT
(on phone)
Yes, I'm sorry, I won't be able to make it in today.... No.... Yes, he's here.
Listen, I know how to fix it... Yes. You see, my step-father never laid a hand on me.
Why? Because I don't have a step-father.
I don't know if my mother remarried. I was raised by someone else.
Me.
I've got to go... Yes, I know. You'll have to do what you'll have to do. I don't remember much about my childhood, but I think we traveled around a lot. Goodbye, doctor.
(hangs up phone)
I'll be happier this way, anyways.
(calling out)
Robert!

BOBBY
Yes, Robert?

BURT
Are you ready to go?

BOBBY
Where are we going today?

BURT
Somewhere special. One of our favorite camping spots.

BOBBY
When will we be coming back?

BURT
We won’t be coming back.

BOBBY
But, when will I go home?

BURT
We won’t be going home. We never liked home.

BOBBY
What about Mommy?

BURT
We're not going to see her anymore.

BOBBY
What about the second grade?

BURT
We don't like elementary school. We don't want those memories anymore.

BOBBY
I like school. I’m going home.

BURT
You never told our mother about coming here, did you? She doesn’t know about me at all.

BOBBY
I have to go home now.
(starts to go)

BURT
No.
(restrains him)
Don’t you understand? Everything will be better this way.

BOBBY
You’re hurting me.

BURT
No I’m not. You don’t understand. Mom gets married and my step-dad tortures you. I can’t let that happen.

BOBBY
You’re scaring me.

BURT
I know how to raise you. We’ll have a better childhood.
(Bobby elbows him, gets loose and runs off)
Is this what I’ve become? A monster who kidnaps children? I was almost kidnapped as a boy. Why would I do that to myself? Why would I become the kidnapper? I can’t become this…
(pulls out gun, puts it to his head)
Good luck, Bobby. Don’t grow up to be like me.
(shoots his brains out)

Scene 8
Psychiatrist's office

BURT
I never know how to start this.
(pause)
Can you help me?
(pause)
I guess it all started when I was little, about the age my step-son is. When my dad died, my mother had to work more. She was always working. Why does it all go back to this? I guess it has to. I hated it when she was gone. I met this man, and we became friends. He was the role model I needed. But then he tried to kidnap me. I later found out that he killed himself. I think about what he could have done to me if he’d been able to take me away. The thing is… when I look in the mirror, I see his face.

[END]


Scene 1

Psychiatrist's office. Burt is on couch. Psychiatrist is in a chair behind a desk.

BURT

I never know how to start this.

(pause)

Can you help me?

(pause)

I guess it all started when I was little. When my dad died, my mother remarried. She was always working. Why does it all go back to this? I guess it has to. I hated it when she was gone.

PSYCHIATRIST

What did you do when your mother was away at work?

BURT

Well, when my father was still alive, she didn't work as much. One of them was always home with me. Then... when he died...

PSYCHIATRIST

She had to work harder to support you on her own.

BURT

It was more than that. It was almost like she couldn't stand to look at me anymore. I reminded her too much... Well, none of that changed when she got married. Tim -- my step-dad -- was home much more than she was.

PSYCHIATRIST

How is your relationship with your step-father? You never mention him, besides for in passing.

BURT

He and I never got along... I was such a day-dreamer. He was constantly annoyed that he had to raise a little kid that wasn't his. But he was in love with my mother. When you love someone, you put up with just about anything to make them happy.

(pause)

When you love someone, you put up with anything. Some nights, I can almost still see his face. His angry, hateful face.

(pause)

My mom never knew... how could she?

(pause)

Time's up.

PSYCHIATRIST

I think we made some good headways this week. Make sure to see Sheila on your way out to make next week's appointment.

BURT

I will. Thank you.

(exit)

Scene 2

Playground. Bobby is filling buckets with sand. Burt enters and sits on a park bench, reading. Finally he speaks.

BURT

Hello.

BOBBY

Hey.

BURT

I bet you track a lot of sand home that way. Are you playing alone?

BOBBY

I like playing alone.

BURT

Yeah, me too. Are you here with your parents?

BOBBY

Mom's at work.

BURT

And your dad?

BOBBY

He died.

BURT

I'm sorry to hear that. My dad died when I was little, too.

BOBBY

I'm not little.

BURT

No, no... you're quite grown-up. When my dad died, my mom had to start working two jobs. She was never around anymore.

BOBBY

My mom's gonna start a second job when I go to school in the fall. I'll be in second grade.

BURT

You're older than I thought. You still play in the sand.

BOBBY

Yeah.

BURT

Don't kids make fun of you?

BOBBY

Everyone plays in the sand at my age. Anyways, my mom says I shouldn't worry about what other people think.

BURT

That's smart advice.

BOBBY

She also says I shouldn't talk to strangers.

BURT

That's smart, too. It was nice meeting you.

(Burt exits)

BOBBY

Later.

Scene 3

Psychiatrist's office. Same as scene 1.

BURT

I never know how to start these.

PSYCHIATRIST

Last week we were talking about your step-father.

BURT

Did I tell you he used to hit me? Just ball up his fists and have a go on my face until my nose ran blood. We told people I was clumsy.

PSYCHIATRIST

Did your mother ever see any of this?

BURT

No. Because it never happened.

PSYCHIATRIST

I don't undertand.

BURT

Tim never hit me. He couldn't. No... that would have left a bruise. A cut or mark. Some evidence. He couldn't do that. No... he'd just...

(pause)

It doesn't matter anymore. There's nothing I can do to change it now. No way to go back and make it right. So I might as well forget it ever happened, right, doc?

(pause)

So why can't I get his angry face out of my head? I've met a boy in the park. He reminds me of myself as a child.

PSYCHIATRIST

Who is he?

BURT

Just some kid. I didn't even ask him his name. He was just sitting there... all alone, like how I used-to play. There are a lot of lonely children of single mothers out there.

PSYCHIATRIST

Yours didn't stay single.

BURT

Yeah, but... It doesn't matter. I mean... there are a lot of kids that don't see their parents. A lot that could use a positive adult role-model.

PSYCHIATRIST

And you think you can be one, for this kid.

BURT

I could try.

PSYCHIATRIST

I think that's dangerous, Burt. Maybe not so much for the kid as it is for you. You're emotionally vulnerable with feelings of abandonment. I don't think you could handle it if he rejected you.

BURT

I think you're wrong.

PSYCHIATRIST

If you start to project your own insecurities onto this boy, you'll start seeing things that aren't there. You'll think he's in the same situation you were in.

BURT

And what if he is?

PSYCHIATRIST

Just don't get too attached to him. He's not your responsibility. You don't need to save him.

BURT

You want to know what my step-father did to me? He locked me in a very dark closet every day after school for a great many years. I was ten and very pale. Kids made fun of me at school because I was so scrawny. Home was supposed to be my haven from torment. Instead, I dreaded going home to him and his drinking. And Mother was never around. She never knew. What could she have done, anyways?

PSYCHIATRIST

You didn't tell her?

BURT

How could I? How could I tell her what he did? I didn't even admit it to myself. The humiliation. He'd call me a dog and hose me off in the yard and I'd stand in the closet, dripping wet, with no room to even sit down. I could understand being hit, but the mindgames... the touching... But what does it matter now? He's old and harmless. A little senile, even. What does it matter, to anyone? It's best to forgive the past.

PSYCHIATRIST

Well, I see that our time is up. Don't forget to make an appointment for next week.

BURT

I won't. Thank you.

Scene 4

Playground.

BURT

Hi.

BOBBY

Hi.

BURT

Nice to see you again. My name's Burt.

BOBBY

Bobby.

BURT

Nice to meet you, Robert. Playing in the sand again, I see.

BOBBY

Yep.

BURT

Looks like fun.

BOBBY

Yep.

BURT

Can I play?

BOBBY

Grown-ups don't play in the sand.

BURT

Sure they do. Don't you ever see them on the beach? They're always in the sand.

BOBBY

I guess. So, you're playing, then?

BURT

Yep.

(gets into sandbox and starts playing)

So, your mom's at work again today?

BOBBY

Yep.

BURT

And you're out here alone.

BOBBY

No. You're here.

BURT

I mean, supervision. There's nobody watching you? Does your mom even know where you are durring the day?

BOBBY

She calls around noon. I'm usually home then, so she doesn't worry. But after that, I don't have to worry until five. What about you? Don't grown-ups usually work at this time of the day?

BURT

No, I work a late shift. Security. I like to have the day open. I can't sleep when it's dark, anyways.

BOBBY

Do you carry a gun?

BURT

No. But I'm fully trained in hand-to-hand techniques and know several one-handed holds so I can call for back-up.

BOBBY

But you don't get to shoot anybody.

BURT

No, but I can disarm a man just by talking to him.

BOBBY

So, he could have a gun, but you can't.

BURT

I have one at home. But it's only for target practice, not defense.

(pause)

It's been a long time since I played in a sandbox.

BOBBY

Can I see it?

BURT

What?

BOBBY

Your gun.

BURT

We'll see. I'm not going to bring it to the playground.

BOBBY

I could...

BURT

I don't think your mom would be ok with you coming home with me to play with a gun.

BOBBY

She doesn't have to know.

BURT

You shouldn't keep secrets from your mother.

BOBBY

Ok, ok. But... if I get permission?

BURT

Anyways, you'd get sand in it, Sand Man.

BOBBY

I don't always have sand on my hands. Or in my shoes.

BURT

Yeah? What else do you do?

BOBBY

I swim.

BURT

You know, when I was a kid, I loved to swim. But I never had anyone to bring me to the beach. Do you want to go sometime?

BOBBY

Ok. Let's go.

(gets up)

BURT

You'll have to ask your mother.

BOBBY

Ok, ok. I'll call her and grab my stuff. Meet me back here in an hour.

(he runs off)

Scene 5

Psychiatrist's office

BURT

I saw the kid again. His name is Bobby.

PSYCHIATRIST

What happened?

BURT

We played in the sandbox. Then I brouoght him to the beach.

PSYCHIATRIST

Are you sure that's wise?

BURT

It's alright. He got permission. Anyways, we had fun. He said he hadn't been to the beach all summer. I hadn't, either.

PSYCHIATRIST

We should talk about your step-father. I think we were making real progress with that.

BURT

There's nothing more to say. I forgot how good it feels to swim like that.

PSYCHIATRIST

What's his mother like? Is she happy to know her son has a new friend?

BURT

What?

PSYCHIATRIST

You have to be really careful about these things, Robert. No sneaking around behind her back. The next time you're in here, you need to bring her phone number. Otherwise you should stop this right now. Understand?

BURT

Ok. You won't hear any more about it.

(pause)

You know what really bothered me when I was a kid? Nobody cared. Nobody even bothered. My youth was wasted and nobody noticed. That's the real tragedy. I craved the attention I got. That's right, I wanted it.

(pause)

I didn't want what he did to me. But I wanted him to notice me. And some attention is better than none.

(pause)

I have to go.

PSYCHIATRIST

But you've barely started.

BURT

Yes, but I know how to make it alright.

(exits)

Scene 6

Burt's apartment.

BURT

Make yourself comfortable. Well, this is my place. Are you sure your mother said it was ok?

BOBBY

I told you.

BURT

You did. And I trust that I can count on you. You're a very lonely boy, aren't you?

BOBBY

Hey, Burt? Where should I put my shoes?

BURT

By the door. Want some lunch? I've got peanut butter... no bread. I could make macaroni and cheese... if I had a clean pot. I'll wash one. You can watch some tv, if you like.

BOBBY

Need any help?

BURT

You want to help me cook?

BOBBY

I can make macaroni and cheese. It's not hard.

(Bobby takes over)

BURT

You're truely amazing. What should I do while you're making lunch?

BOBBY

Tell me about your job. Where you don't get to carry a gun.

BURT

It's not very interesting.

BOBBY

Have you ever been shot at?

BURT

It's not like I'm a cop. There was this time... a guy came at me with a knife...

(lifts his shirt to show a scar)

I had to get thirteen stitches. You know, after they shoved my organs back in.

(drops shirt)

But I broke his wrist, so we're even.

BOBBY

Can you teach me how to do that?

BURT

It's a very advanced technique... consisting of a quick stomp to the wrist so he'd drop the knife. But if it had been a gun... well, the best thing to do is run, 'cause it's harder to hit a moving target.

BOBBY

But you target practice.

BURT

I do. Would you like to hold my gun? I'll teach you how to shoot, if it's alright with your mom. Tommorrow morning.

Scene 7

Burt's appartment

BURT

(on phone)

Yes, I'm sorry, I won't be able to make it in today.... No.... Yes, he's here.

Listen, I know how to fix it... Yes. You see, my step-father never laid a hand on me.

Why? Because I don't have a step-father.

I don't know if my mother remarried. I was raised by someone else.

Me.

I've got to go... Yes, I know. You'll have to do what you'll have to do. I don't remember much about my childhood, but I think we traveled around a lot. Goodbye, doctor.

(hangs up phone)

I'll be happier this way, anyways.

(calling out)

Robert!

BOBBY

Yes, Robert?

BURT

Are you ready to go?

BOBBY

Where are we going today?

BURT

Somewhere special. One of our favorite spots.

BOBBY

Home?

BURT

No. We never liked home.

BOBBY

What about Mommy?

BURT

We're not going to see her anymore.

BOBBY

What about the second grade?

BURT

We don't like elementary school. We don't want those memories anymore.

BOBBY

I want to go home.

(shoots Burt. He dies)

Scene 8

Psychiatrist's office

BURT

I never know how to start this.

(pause)

Can you help me?

(pause)

I guess it all started when I was little. When my dad died, my mother had to work more. She was always working. Why does it all go back to this? I guess it has to. I hated it when she was gone. I met this man, and we became friends. He was the role model I needed. But then he tried to kidnap me and I shot him and he died. The thing is, when I look in the mirror, I see his face.

[END]


Monday, December 01, 2003

 

Delighting Still

 

            Should men have the right to tell women how they prefer they look? In explaining how they see the ideal woman, Jonson and Herrick, in their poems “Still to be Neat” and “Delight in Disorder,” construct a look of naturalness through artificial means. In these poems, the authors use different ways, but many of the same images, to explain how a looser, open look is more appealing to them than one constructed too “neat” (J 1).

            In Jonson’s poem, “Still to be Neat,” the simplicity of the poem’s structure compliments the “simplicity” in the way he wants women to look (J 8). The rhyme scheme is straightforward with two rhyming lines following each other. The only place where this does not work is in the first two lines where “dressed” and “feast” do not rhyme (J 1, 2). Perhaps, since the scheme hadn’t been set up yet, it was worth sacrificing it to get the right meaning across.

            The last line shows the final meaning of a poem. “They strike mine eyes, but not my heart” is about spectacle (J 12). The final force of it is that the art women use to make themselves pretty is only a glamour, an illusion that dazzles the eye but has no substance. He cannot love this phantom: he needs something real. He finds this in a look of “sweet neglect” that is not “powdered… perfumed” (J 10, 3).

            The look he praises in his poem suggests slavery by force, “more taketh me,” though it is presented in a positive way (J 12). Apparently, he should be forcibly taken, and it is the woman’s job to do so. In this way, though he discourages “art,” he makes a request in such a way that a woman would have to try to get it right, thus just using a different style of art (J 11).

            However, Jonson doesn’t see it that way. He belittles the style he doesn’t enjoy, going as far as to say they are “adulteries” (J 11). This suggests that the art is corrupt and that it must, therefore, hide something equally corrupt. The word adultery also suggests that the woman using this art is not being faithful to her true form, perhaps masking an illness or the infirmity that often comes with old age.

            The style he doesn’t enjoy makes a woman look as though she “were going to a feast” (J 2). He doesn’t say whether or not he thinks this look is okay just for special occasions, just that it is inappropriate on a day-to-day basis. It is not because it takes too long to construct the look or that it takes too much work for upkeep, but because it betrays the true nature of what is underneath, hiding it from the casual viewer.

            In the end, Jonson’s poem focuses more on what he doesn’t like as opposed to what he does. However, in Herrick’s poem, “Delight in Disorder,” the opposite is true. This poem focuses on what he prefers women to look like, going so far that some may see it as a fantasy or a sweet memory, and almost completely ignores what he’s opposing. This makes it a good compliment to Jonson’s poem, which was written first.

            Herrick also uses the simple rhyming scheme of pairs of rhyming lines. Here, even if the lines didn’t rhyme, they are coupled as lines on one subject, like an article of clothing. With the next two lines comes a new part of a woman to be taken as an object, summing her up based only on appearing to be as “wanton” as her clothing (H 2).

            The last line in this poem, “Is too precise in every part,” is about perfectionism (H 14). He is rejecting the notion that everything must be in it’s place. He finds “a wild civility” in not striving to achieve an unattainable goal, but letting the wrinkles show where they are (H 12).

            The look he describes in this poem suggests slavery by magic, “more bewitch me,” though, again, it is presented in a positive spirit. He wants to be bewitched, and devotes the entire poem to telling women what the ingredients are to this spell. His description is almost like a blazon, where it catalogues each piece of a body. The only difference is that he left out the beloved, since any woman could fill the role by taking on the appropriate mode of dress. It doesn’t matter who fills out the clothing, just that it is placed in the way he finds pleasing.

            In the style he likes, Herrick finds “a wild civility” (H 12). One does not usually associate civilization with the wilderness, it is usually in places that have been tamed and subdued. Only then can the control come that makes wild things civil. Therefore, once again, the “disorder” is actually a form of “art” (H 1, 13). Here, though, he is trying to suggest that nature is more civil than mankind is and that this style is kinder on both the woman wearing it, and the people who look upon her.

            The effects of these two poems being so similar, and yet touching on different ground, is that, though both stand well on their own, together they fill out a picture of what this style truly is. Where Jonson’s poem sets up the example of what not to do, Herrick finishes off with what should be done instead.

            However, some people think that the poems are not at all about how women should dress, but only use them as a metaphor of how poems should be structured. In this way, the simplicity of the poetic forms, the way they rhyme and are set up, follow their own advice. Here the subject is represented by the woman and the poetic form is represented by her clothing. Therefore, the fastidiousness of clothing, the “powder” and “perfume” are the extras that distract from the meaning of the poem, and may even try to mask that the poem lacks substance and, though it looks okay, it really should be disregarded. However, in Herrick’s poem, the natural style he describes is also a “fine distraction,” showing that it, too, is “art,” and not a true natural form of expression (H 4, 13).

            If this is the meaning behind the two poems, then women should not find them offensive. Instead, the poets who write in these overly done artistic ways should feel the offense. There should be responses, not only of the agreeing kind, but also of the opposite viewpoint. However, most men would not get in a disagreement over women’s clothing, and since women were not prominent poets in that time period, especially on such a subject, it is easy to see why there are no responses taking the opposite viewpoint, where such art is more desirable because it shows a care for every detail and a learning of how the beautifying works.

            It is up to the reader to ultimately decide what the poems are about, whether or not to be offended by them, and what lessons (if any) should be taken from them. Obviously they are noteworthy, if only based on the structure and not even thought of on a deeper level than that, otherwise they would not have stood the test of time and been passed along so that we may read them in class and enjoy them today. And, approached in the right way, everything can give a life lesson, even if it is simply a feeling of disgust.


Monday, November 24, 2003


1: I don’t understand you.
2: What’s not to understand?
1: You. This… problem you have. I don’t get it.
2: What’s not to-
1: Stop it! I can’t talk to you when you do that.
2: I can’t help it.
1: I know. What happened last week?
2: When?
1: You know when. I waited for you.
2: Oh… you mean-
1: Last Tuesday. Yeah.
2: Tuesday… Tuesday? Oh yeah. That’s the day the Japanese Flying Robots
came.
1: (coolly) Robots.
2: And I realized I was going crazy. Perhaps already there. The sky was a
brilliant shade of blue and it was melting. Dripping slowly. Like candle
wax. Toxic, acidic candle wax. And the Robots got stuck in it like
flypaper. Then they melted. The whole world melted and I melted, too.
1: You don’t look melted.
2: Well, I got better. But, you see the problem. I couldn’t have been there
Tuesday, I was in a plasma-state.
1: What about Wednesday, then?
2: Well, the Robots were still here.
1: I thought they melted.
2: No, you see, that was all in my mind. I know it was because I talked to
them afterwards and they don’t remember melting. They did write a killer
song, though…
1: Man…
2: (scream)
1: What?
2: That’s the beginning of the song.
1: I just don’t see why everything is more important than me.
2: It’s not…
1: Well, you just always blow me off. Like for that play. You skipped to go
to a monster truck rally.
2: The tickets were free.
1: We had already paid for it.
2: I know. I told you I’m sorry.
1: That’s not good enough this time. I’m sorry, I want out.
2: You can’t leave me. What will I do without you?
1: Probably the same things you always do.
2: But I need you.
1: I doubt that.
2: But I do. Remember that time I was going to go skiing with Mark and Dan,
but I couldn’t because we’d already made plans?
1: Yeah.
2: If I had gone with them, I would have died in that car crash.
1: That was just fate. It doesn’t mean you need me. Remember that time you
missed out on that concert because we were at the art museum? You could
have gotten backstage.
2: I don’t mind. They’re not a very good band.
1: You were devastated.
2: The lights… do you remember the lights?
1: No…
2: You do. You have to. The museum lights were so loud… that crackle and
hum that you get around beehives and roadkill.
1: Electricity.
2: And the color… all of a sudden you’d find one that was slightly blue or
almost pink. And they blinked… That was a perfect day. A good day to die.
1: What?
2: Nothing.
1: No, what did you say?
2: It’s not important, man.
1: Damn it! I hate it when you do that.
2: I can’t help it.
1: Sometimes I wonder.
2: Don’t question it, just go with it. I just said it was a good day to
die.
1: Don’t say such things.
2: It’s just something I say. I didn’t mean it.
1: Like you didn’t mean it that day on the bridge?
2: Man, you always throw that in my face. I was messed up back then.
1: I talked you off the rail.
2: I just wanted to fall… fall from grace… like the angels did… I wanted to
feel the ice shatter below me as I shattered above it… and give my blood to
the river’s veins… to merge myself with the coldness of nature…
1: You wanted to kill yourself.
2: No… the day was just so beautiful. Too beautiful for me. A good day to
die.
1: Then why didn’t you?
2: Because it would have hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you.
1: And yet, you’re so good at it. That’s why I’m leaving.
2: No.
1: No? Are you my captor? Will you keep me here against my will?
2: No. I can’t force you to do anything. But I need you.
1: You need a shrink.
2: Ok. Ok. I’ll get one. I’ll get better, I promise. But I need you right
now.
1: What about your Japanese Flying Robots?
2: What about them?
1: They seem to be more important to you.
2: Fuck them. Fuck them, fuck rock groups, fuck getting high and theatre
and bridges and monster trucks and museums and skiing… fuck everything.
Fuck you. I need you more than anything else in my life and if you can’t
fucking see that, that you’re my one constant in this ever-changing crazy
world, then fuck you, too.
1: Don’t…
2: Fuck off. I thought you were leaving. Then fucking go. I don’t need you.
I don’t need anybody. I don’t even need the bridge to learn how to fly.
1: Don’t do that! Don’t make me think that if I leave you you’re going to
end it. You’re so cruel.
2: Cruel? You’re the one that’s leaving.
1: You’re right. I want my heart back. Do what you like. I couldn’t stop
you if I remained.
2: Don’t go.
1: Goodbye. (exits)
2: I love you. [End Scene]




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