21 March 2009

bricks and mortality



"Modern Guilt" Beck

I feel uptight when I walk in the city
I feel so cold when I'm at home
Feels like everything's starting to hit me
I lost my bearings ten minutes ago

Modern guilt, I'm stranded with nothing
Modern guilt, I'm under lock and key
Misapprehension is turning into convention
Don't know what I've done but I feel ashamed

Standing outside the glass on the sidewalk
These people talk about impossible things
And I'm falling out of the conversation
And I'm a pawn piece in a human shield

Modern guilt is all in our hands
Modern guilt won't get me to bed
Say what you will
Smoke your last cigarette 
Don't know what I've done but I feel afraid

With the world today seemingly spiraling out of control - wars, global warming, and rampant malnutrition are only a few of the contributing factors - humanity faces a new and unsettling mixture of emotions. Among these reside fear, hope, indifference and, interestingly enough, guilt. In his song "Modern Guilt," Beck employs isolating imagery and an unusual juxtaposition of emotions to explore how postmodern shame alienates individuals from the world instead of instilling in them a sense of global responsibility. 

Throughout the first two stanzas, Beck constantly undermines listeners' expectations of certain ideas to highlight the difference between this generation's guilt and the last's. When the speaker walks in the city, surrounded by people and potential connections, he feels "uptight" instead of comfortable. At home, the center of warmth and his hearth, he feels "so cold." By contradicting basic human associations, Beck captures the attention of his audience and uses it to deconstruct the past in order to make way for the future. In the past, many felt what historians refer to as Christian guilt - the idea that the privileged possess both physical and spiritual responsibility for the "unprivileged" of the world. The Christian guilt movement resulted in a spike in soul-saving, purpose-driven, hopeful missionary work that put more band-aids on problems than actually solved them. Beck realizes that this guilt has become outdated; "these people talk about impossible things." "Modern Guilt" paints a portrait of an emotion weighed down with fear, ignorance of direction, constraint, and hopeless isolation.

Beck's pronoun choice and use of imagery reflect this feeling of isolation throughout the song. Almost every personal reference the speaker makes is to himself; the repetition of "I" underscores the belief that he is completely alone in the world, at least in his mind. His own form of modern guilt separates him from emotions, from true freedom, from connecting with people, and from enlightenment. Beck reflects each form of isolation in his imagery. The speaker, who "lost [his] bearings," feels that he is "stranded with nothing." He has no hope with which to anchor himself. The chains and restrictions of his guilt keep him "under lock and key," and he knows of no way to escape the oppression. His "misapprehension is turning into convention," making it difficult for him to foresee a future in which he understands the very concept that separates him from so many things. This isolation leaves the speaker "standing outside the glass on the sidewalk," able to watch the world take place around him but unable to participate. 

Relaxed diction and an inviting melody bestow upon the song a degree of universality, encouraging the audience to take part in the conversation. Beck uses mostly monosyllabic words, which both complement the rhythm of the song and make the meaning accessible to the audience. All of the words evoke familiar images and sentiments, allowing listeners to experience modern guilt along with the speaker. The song's melody contributes to this exercise as well. At odds with the gravity of the lyrics, the beat is more uplifting and catchy than anything else. It captivates the audience and holds their attention so that Beck can make his point with relative ease.

By demonstrating how modern guilt alienates people instead of highlighting their connection, Beck encourages the opposite. The more alienated and isolated we feel from the rest of the world, the more we should involve ourselves in it. "Modern guilt is all in our hands;" we are given the opportunity to make a difference along with the burden of change. As Beck notes, each person has two options: either "smoke your last cigarette" and let history happen, or join the conversation. We may not know what we've done to inspire this modern guilt, but we do know, deep down, that we have to fix it. It's just the matter of discovering how that eludes us.

17 February 2009

unfixed (a rondel)

if i had a soul, you would be its mate.
(because, to date, you have not shied away
from the misshapen edges that line the way)
i'd thank God, but probably it's fate.

since i cannot love, i doubt that i may hate.
(my emotions have not colors, only gray)
if i had a soul, you would be its mate
because, to date, you have not shied away.

though loneliness is such a rotten state,
i refused to keep the shadows at bay
for fear i'd forget a difference from the day.
(you took the rains and forever made them late)
if i had a soul, you would be its mate
because, to date, you have not shied away.


16 February 2009

love doesn't live here anymore (a sestina)

The first man to dare ask God about love
only wanted to know where it resides,
"So I may discern if it ever flees,"
he explained, and God laughed and went away.
Dejected, the man turned inward instead;
surely his body could not reveal lies.

He asked his heart if it knew where love lies,
to which it replied, "I know nothing of love
or its effort, ask me of music instead."
The man frowned; the heart paused. "My joy resides
in the beat that chases fear of death away.
I hide not love because, at sight, it flees."

The man wondered why love so often flees
from safety, and if it conjures up lies
to tell the soul and push the mind away
from any truth. Maybe, he thought, this love
knows not of constancy and so resides
nowhere near, but in a distant place instead.

And the lungs seemed the place to ask. Instead,
the man found his own deflated. "Air flees,"
the lungs lamented. "We know it resides
in all worldly places, we just hate that it lies."
"And love?" the man interjected. They sighed. "Love...
doesn't live here anymore. It went away."

The man blinked. What do they mean by away?
There can be nowhere else to go instead.
All the burned bridges...how foolish is love!
When one motion becomes constant, it flees;
when it happens upon a truth, it lies.
I can no longer care where it resides.

(But love's a wily creature that resides
in that sliver of space, from man's heart away, 
between his first and second rib. It lies, 
not doubt, because it loves the chase instead
of the stagnant life where man waits until it flees
to give it notice. Such is the nature of love.)

Somewhere, God laughs along with love,
and bids the inquiries of man away.
The universe has much to think about instead.