Beggar’s Tune: Thankless Shawshank, Anyone?

Beggar’s Tune: Thankless Shawshank, Anyone?

“It’s like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I can’t sing
I can’t help listening” –from Jackson Browne’s For a Dancer

I know that no one has any time to do anything with me. We are all busy. Surviving. Having fun, maybe. Meeting obligations? I don’t have time for you either.

But I need you to focus on something else also. As I must. The world needs us to do so. Ensemble. For enlightened self-interest*, if for no other reason, I ask you to join me with a worthwhile/some necessary few steps.

*Elaboration on this point available upon request.

What is this Beggar’s Tune? What is this bugger talking about?

Someone who was very dear to me –who I loved beyond comprehension– shouted at me once in the midst of a fire of an argument: “What are you living for?!”

Since that time the question’s never left me. In fact, the question incubated in me long before I had ever met my Love. As it does in all of us.

I don’t want to take away from a most excellent cinematic interpretation of Stephen King’s first non-horror novella, so…if you haven’t seen Frank Darabont’s The Shawshank Redemption, see it before you look at http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shawshank.

That link will explain the verb shawshank. Which is the dance that we’re all going to have to do to set things right. Or, should I say, to set things a bit better? To make matters tolerable?* Let’s say, to do our part in addressing our incarceration at Insanity Central.

*Again, elaboration upon request.

To paraphrase the character of Marat in Peter Weiss’ The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade: In the face of the indifference of Nature, I turn myself inside out…and I invent a meaning. But, here…now, I beg for you. For the face of God within you. Within us all. Wanting to break out…in song of some kind.

We can change the world if we’re willing to do The Shawshank Dance.*

*Explanation upon request.

Just don’t expect any thanks in this Heaven on Earth. Even if you’re in pain and have no legs.

Richard Oxman, rmoxman@yahoo.com, will elaborate/explain upon bonding. Forgive what’s unedited above, please. Oh yes, I guess it’s only fair –obligatory– to underscore that Andy Dufresne (played by Tim Robbins in the film version) is raped before he goes onto the “dance floor.” But don’t despair, focus on the fact that you’re not as powerless as most people think (and some want you to think) you are….