Friday 24 February 2012

Commercials With Dorky Looking Males


Dorky looking males who play the role of ... a dorky looking males. Badly shaven with apparently self-inflicted haircuts, this individuals occupy the advertisement realm promoting everything from mouth wash to the fastest internet ever (that goes even faster after six months). The same faces rotate  jumping throughout products and ad genres. 


The character is usually married to an impossibly beautiful woman and have kids who does not resemble him or the pretty lady who plays the mother. The setting is one of success and abundance. The dork has zero-common sense and can't choose the right product (service). 
The beauty who plays his wife in the ad, charmingly intelligent and suspiciously knowledgeable about the product in question, points out the obvious even for a chimp advantages of the product or the service. The guy slaps his forehead of-course. They kiss, hug and the kid joins them in the celebration. Then they all live happily ever after using the right product. Amen!


The sad part here is that  such scenarios are so pesky that I suspect perhaps they even work on the masses. I don't know who is the idiot here - the company who hired the advertisement company, the execs of the ad company, the public who is supposed to swallow and digest the crap?


Come on, even Amanda Gates is a sweet looking next door type woman, not a bombshell-scientist who was lended by CSI - Timbuktu for the commercial. I am not even going to her husband's common sense.


Smarten up people!

Wednesday 22 February 2012

Of Sunset Haiku and verbal paintings made of exactly 81 syllables


I love haiku. It feels to me like the short wakizashi sword in the hands of a samurai warrior who lost his long katana sword in a battle with more skilled swordsmen and is forced to battle an uneven fight.

Haiku can touch the reader’s heart in a quick, throbbing moment causing tears, sometimes a smile. Just like wakizashi that sends one’s soul to the creator with a tear or... with a last smile.   

I find this “weapon” exotic and I have tried to master it when I lost my own Katana. 

All knowledge came to the west from the east. Haiku as an art form came to the West in the early 20th century and many have attempted to master it since. It came from the east where the sun comes from in the morning to the west where the sun retires in the evening.

I have experimented with haiku and came up with a form I decided to call “A Sunset Haiku”.  I use 3 lines of 9 syllables Haiku as a building stones. I incorporate them into 9 sonnets to integrate them in one, coherent “western-tradition” poem. 

Each sonnet of the poem can subsist separately as a haiku. All nine pieces combined, develop into 9 logically connected haikus, telling a story, transmitting a message or an creating an image of a verbal painting made of exactly 81 syllables.

I feel that the Sunset Haiku found me. I did not invent it. I just followed, so I could tell my stories in a new way. If one has something to say the style is of secondary importance. Nevertheless, I enjoy telling stories using the Sunset Haiku.

Visit my other project to read some Sunset Haiku

Enjoy.

Tuesday 21 February 2012

The Power Of Profound Life Experiences


Profound life experiences generate powerful energy. Like the sun - a basic element that supports all life on earth, but also it is the reason for the most beautiful garden to turn into a desert full of memories – the energy generated out of a profound life experience can destroy or create. As the sun isn't good nor it is bad, this energy is just there as a fact of life.

We could use the sun to heat up water and have a tea. Or one could omit to put on a hat on a hot sunny day and fall on the street hit by a sun stroke.

Similarly, we can let that spur of excess energy to make us really miserable and ultimately destroy the life itself. Or we can choose to use it creatively, enjoy life and make others happy.

It always has been and it will be a matter of choice in this life. 


Choose wisely.

Tuesday 7 February 2012

“Who Wants To Live Forever?” (Life Separation Anxiety)

A dear friend of mine forwarded to me an article that was published in The Guardian under the title “Top five regrets of the dying” and requested my comments. Bronnie Ware is an Australian nurse who spent several years working in palliative care, caring for patients in the last 12 weeks of their lives. She recorded their dying epiphanies in a blog called Inspiration and Chai, which gathered so much attention that she put her observations into a book called The Top Five Regrets of the Dying.
Fist of all, the article made me sad. The focus of it is on the regrets people have “in the clearing, at the end of the path” as beautifully Stephen King put it when it comes to the end of one’s life in The Dark Tower - his Magnum Opus.
Surely people have positive thoughts at the end of the life as well. Or do they? Many have had their thoughts, feelings and fears of death incorporated in their creative works. In fact, I believe anyone who has ever created any piece of art has been equally concerned with death as with life.
As I see it, life is our memory of the past, our present (or the perception of it) and our hopes and dreams for the future. Death, on the other hand, is the state of past, present and future deficiency that creates the life separation anxiety in all of us of the unknown that expects us all. There, in the grey area between both worlds, religion, myth, dreams, nightmares, hopes and fears reside eternally. Both life and death in our realm subsist in a constant state of antagonism with varying degree of urgency, depending on our progress on the “path” of life towards death.
What contemporary people are missing, I believe, is the perception of the bridge between the life and death.
When on one side of it, on a small, elegantly written metal plate, one reads “Meaning”. This is the name of the bridge between life and death. Perhaps the same message is on another bridge - between death and life too.
The fear of change from one (more or less) known state of existence we call life, the desire to complete an uncompleted pilgrimage(s), regrets, chances lost, all we wished and we still wish for, make the passing to the other side (more indefinite than known) – death, hard to comprehend and to accept.
But life has no meaning without death and death has no meaning without the corresponding life. The whole meaning of life thus becomes death and vice versa.
Paulo Coelho, in his life exploratory work Veronika Decides to Die, vivisects one young woman’s desire to depart early from life to find the all powerful desire of most of us to stay in this world for a little longer. Some people must be "shocked" into wanting to live.  For others, the few remaining moments on the path are equally important as the whole journey in order to build their bridge with the name “Meaning” on it. 
The day before Apple announced Steve Jobs had passed away, the fact was confirmed that Steve worked on one of the newest products right until the very end.
In You Tube, under the video clip “Who Wants To Live Forever” for the movie Highlander by Queen, there is the top comment for the song by janzavec77 and it reads “this song tears your heart apart and it fills it with hope at the same time... “.
This is the essence of the bridge. One must dare to live… and to die. That was how the one who “dares to live forever” had built his own bridge and was able to have an eternal life with no regrets.