{"id":474,"date":"2003-11-26T19:10:02","date_gmt":"2003-11-26T23:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2003\/11\/26\/scylla-and-a-fighting-chance\/"},"modified":"2003-11-26T19:10:02","modified_gmt":"2003-11-26T23:10:02","slug":"scylla-and-a-fighting-chance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2003\/11\/26\/scylla-and-a-fighting-chance\/","title":{"rendered":"Scylla and a fighting chance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a783'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.calliope.free-online.co.uk\/odyssey\/od21.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/www.koxkollum.nl\/mythologie\/scylla.gif\" width=\"220\" align=\"right\" border=\"0\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Yesterday I bumped into an old friend with whom I&#8217;d shared an apartment in Montreal many years ago.  He has many, many ideas, many <a href=\"http:\/\/victoria.indymedia.org\/news\/2003\/06\/14755.php\">really good ideas<\/a>, too.  I suspect that he sometimes reads my blog, &#8217;cause he knew I&#8217;d <a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2003\/07\/12\">mentioned his idea<\/a> about the sad actors here.  I asked him about difference, and how he deals with the requirements of differentiating, because, you see, he has intimate experience with mental illnesses, with being institutionalised, with battling every single day against the suck and pull of the whirlpool pulling him under.  He told me that once, for a long many years, there was a man (let&#8217;s say not him, let&#8217;s say a stand-in) who was involved with a woman who also was right off-centre, and that this man couldn&#8217;t tell anything apart anymore because he and the woman were relying on being codependent on each other.  He needed her to be a mess so he could be a mess, and he needed to be a mess because she was a mess.  That was the story, to an extent.  But if codependency is a danger, part of a whirlpool sucking you under, there are other dangers at hand: the rocks upon which you can smash your head&#8230;. or kick against, as the case may be.  (This is of course ancient Greek history: Scylla and Charybdis, a favourite trope of Adorno &amp; Horkheimer in their <a href=\"http:\/\/www.semcoop.com\/detail\/1859841546\">Dialectic of Enlightenment<\/a>, embody this idea.)  Of the two, I prefer Scylla, even though she is just as dangerous as Charybdis.   But she&#8217;s more anger-directed, more masculine, which is how I&#8217;ve behaved to stave off Charybdis&#8217;s lure.  My weakness is getting hung up on the overt, covert, lurking, advancing, stupid, clever aggressiveness of the culture, not on the sad pulls sucking at my heels as I walk through the world.  (I have an engraving of Scylla &#8212; the one here, by John Flaxman, hanging in my dining room.  Scylla is the one pictured here: rocky, angry; Charybdis, not pictured, is the sucky, pull-you-under one.  Click on the image for a better view on another page.)<\/p>\n<p>As we talked about this and that &#8212; success, work, failure, being extinguished &#8212; I mentioned <a href=\"http:\/\/www.52ndstreet.com\/reviews\/vocals\/barber_modern.html\">Patricia Barber<\/a> in passing, whose work he didn&#8217;t know.  So, just in case he visits this blog again, here are the lyrics for <i>&#8220;A Touch of Trash (Homage to Beauty)&#8221;<\/i>, Barber&#8217;s brilliant dissection of modern success, the kind that has everyone wondering who is really crazy here: <\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i>the perfect shade of lipstick<br \/>\na red that belies<br \/>\ninsouciance<br \/>\ncarefully weaved into a style<br \/>\neyeliner drawn with an artisan&#8217;s hand<br \/>\nreplication makes perfection<br \/>\nshe&#8217;s just a button short of trash<\/p>\n<p>matching toes and fingers<br \/>\nthe peek-a-boo shoe<br \/>\nmanipulation<br \/>\nas subtle as the perfume<br \/>\na south beach tan under a sun-streaked do<br \/>\norchestration and precision<br \/>\nthe girl works harder than you<\/p>\n<p>primitive inspiration<br \/>\npackaged in modern disguise<br \/>\ndisposition<br \/>\npermitting a glimpse of the thigh<br \/>\nmasculine resolve with a feminine plan<br \/>\ndomination and submission<br \/>\nshe smells the gas then lights the match<\/p>\n<p>stylish deliberation<br \/>\nthe chattel of Calvin Klein<br \/>\nobsession<br \/>\ncalculation of color and design<br \/>\nglamour defined by supply and demand<br \/>\neducation and graduation<br \/>\nshe&#8217;s just a culture short of class<\/p>\n<p>a moment of indecision<br \/>\ncool wind from the edge of the cliff<br \/>\nintoxication<br \/>\nfeels like love when it looks like this<br \/>\nif truth is the price for a superficial charm<br \/>\nthe night is laughing<br \/>\nwatching us turn absolutely nothing to form<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I think Patricia Barber is a genius, the way she charts a course through the straits inbetween the monsters&#8230;  So David, choose your poison: Scylla or Charybdis, one or the other is going to be too close for comfort.  I don&#8217;t have to the strength to resist Charybdis, her massive interiority, her crushing single-mattered weight, I&#8217;ll take my chances sailing closer to Scylla.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I bumped into an old friend with whom I&#8217;d shared an apartment in Montreal many years ago. He has many, many ideas, many really good ideas, too. I suspect that he sometimes reads my blog, &#8217;cause he knew I&#8217;d mentioned his idea about the sad actors here. 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