Creative Project Proposal

Here is my proposal, unaltered save for the evidence. I am keeping a physical journal, and have started a blog at http://tribulationjournal.tumblr.com/. Please check it out!

I am of the opinion that, among many other wonderful and horrible aspects of our time, humanity has brought the planet Earth closer than it has ever been to catastrophe on a currently unimaginable scale.  The crisis runs deeper than the ecological nightmare of the moment, permeating mass culture, politics, economics, physical sciences (as in atomic and astro physics, chemistry, and biology), geology, and, of course, spiritual thought of all stripes.  For my creative project, I propose to keep a multimedia journal that catalogues my feelings on the state of our world and the perspective that I am constantly evolving in response to my environs.  In these times that are unlike those that came before it in the breadth and scope of uncertainty, I will attempt to report micro- and macro- events that reflect the apocalyptic possibility, and the hope that it can be transcended or averted.  (NOTE: the major earthquake and eruption in Java this morning is a perfect example of something to write on: first the news and the scope of human tragedy, and then the archetypes latent in the event and my analysis of their possible meaning).

To organize a mindset that thrives on chaos might be able to defuse the ticking bomb that I sometimes feel we are sitting on, and I certainly hope that this would be case.  Alternately, though, the inescapability of our collective fate might become all the more clear the deeper I delve.  Developments (or discoveries on my own part) in any of the fields mentioned above would be fit for inclusion and interpretation.  Either way, with careful consideration of the themes of destruction so actively present in our world and my own life, I hope to be able to foster a perspective of re-creation both for my own self and the larger body of humanity and the living Earth.  My aim in this proposed project is to bear witness to the coming months with honesty and art, and perhaps create something whose meaning can be witnessed by others as well.

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On ‘The Road’

Gone is the horror and the majesty.  Gone are the four Horsemen and two great beasts.  Gone, too, are the Woman and the Son, and the Tower and the Wicked one.  In Cormac McCarthy’s novel of the end of the world as we know it The Road, all that is left is its detritus: shopping carts and plastic tarps, ancient beans, burnt out structures, stolen shoes.  The mummified carcass of a world that was long on its way out.  In any other age it would all be heresy, radiant nihilism.  But in the post-modern, post-millennial, godless, mortgaged realm we reside in, McCarthy’s bleak tenor is resonant.

“No list of things to be done.  The day providential to itself.  The hour.  There is no later.  This is later.  All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain.  Their birth in grief and ashes. [54]

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The Road

The Road is one of the most depressing books I have ever began to read. Hope only lives in the father, who hopes of reaching the coast and a warmer climate where he can show his son the world he knew before the sky opened up and burned the world down to cold and ash. The father and son walk the road among other survivors, most of who have turned to cannibalism in order to survive. The unnamed father and son survive on food they scavenge from houses long ago abandoned, and when they have run out of everything, on dirty snow. They walk afraid of being caught by the blood cults that capture survivors for food. They carry a pistol with two bullets. If the time comes, and being captured is certain, the boy knows that one of the bullets is meant for him. At one point they are attacked and only one bullet is left and for a moment the third person narrator takes a backseat and the father speaks his fear that the boy will take the pistol and shoot himself, but the pistol won’t work, “Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock?” he wonders.(114) It is very for the child to die by his hand than to suffer an end knowing he will be eaten by fellow humans.
They are the good guys; the only hope that walks this lonely road on a desolate and barren world. The father hopes to show his son what his world once was, and the closest he comes to is feeding him canned pears and peaches, some spaghetti sauce, non-perishable foods that they find in a bomb shelter that another family did not get to use. The boy in this instant decides that they must thank God along with the people that build that place for this food. It is not certain whether he has said grace before, but the boy thanks God for food while the father has, long ago, stopped believing that there is a god caring for them. For the father, the only thing that keeps him alive is his son, his purpose in this horrible world is to protect him, to keep him alive. The boy is pure and honest, he cares for other fellow creatures as seen in his concern for a small boy he sees on of their walks through burned villages. He wants the company of others, and they both fear adults, but the boy does not fear other children. When they find a room containing captured survivors being kept for food, they flee in order to save their lives, all the boy wants to know that they couldn’t help him because otherwise they too would die. He needs to be reassured that they are the good guys, that they must survive because if they die, then the last bit of good left in their world would die, they carry the fire. The boy is a figure of good versus evil, and the father is there to make sure that good prevails against evil. The believe in a god is dying with in the father, but the boy keeps god alive by bring him to their dinner table at the bomb shelter. He carries the torch of a high power than the cannibals that hunt them.

I have not finished the book yet, but I hope that good prevails against the evil in this book. I hope that the do not die under the hands of others. If they must die, I hope they do not die in a moment of fear and terror after trying to survive for so long. I hope the road leads them somewhere better where they can find others like themselves.

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The Nihilism of a Post-Apocalyptic World

I’m not sure if its because it gets darker earlier now (due to DST), or because it was under 40 degrees tonight, but reading the road left me chilled to the bone. About halfway through our assignment of the first half, I moved over to my bed, and covered myself with some blankets. Was it a coincidence that the main characters were trekking through snowy mountains at the time…probably not. But taking this coincidence at a surface level like that would probably do a disservice to what was really at work in this novel. Everything from the tone, to the setting, to the blunt, perforated, and yet fluid manner of the storytelling, to the events of the novel themselves help build an atmosphere of gloom, darkness, death, and a sense of a never-ending suffering. More than just a reaction to the cold temperature in my room, or the biting descriptions of the frost in the novel, my feeling of sudden cold was a result of the lifelessness of this novel. There is a lack of every characteristic of life, save motion and survival. Even endearing conversation is absent. This is not to say that I am criticizing the novel of poor storytelling, or poor writing—quite the opposite: the novel is TOO successful at portraying a post-apocalyptic world. The imagery of the long road that they follow, of the percolating darkness which permeates their surroundings every night, of the cold which threatens to ebb the already waning life out of them, and the environment around them—bleak, gray, cold, dull and lifeless is especially powerful in infusing into the reader the ultimate horror of a post-apocalyptic world. Adding to all of this, is the fact that we don’t know what has caused any of this to occur. We have no backstory information as to how these two characters began their journey, save several disturbing snippets of scenes from when life had not yet ended on earth. One thing is certain however, Death is all but welcomed in McCarthy’s “The Road”.

Also of note, are the several references to ‘God’ in the novel—which obviously a book on post-apocalyptic times, could not do without. The novel lacks the religious fervor of Glorious Appealing (of course), but does nod in the direction of there BEING a God who is perhaps responsible for all of this. The boy’s insistence that they should help the man struck by lightning, followed by the man’s question “what Can we do” seems to indicate that these characters believe they have fallen prey to events outside of their control, and that there is a powerful other at the helm of their destiny.

Also interesting to point out Is the scene in which the boy asks if they’re still ‘the good guys’. The man confirms that they are, and they always will be. However, this denotes the importance of defining one’s morality within the context of an amoral world—a sort of dualistic thinking characteristic of the apocalypse, in which there are those that are good, and those that are evil. Or in this case, those that are trying to survive by any means possible, or those who have maintained a degree of civility. This is an ACTUAL apocalyptic scenario, so I suppose it is only natural that this sort of apocalyptic mindset escalates even further than during normal time.

A note regarding the language: When studying Hemmingway, I have been told that his language is often simple and barren in order to reflect the nihilism of the lost generation. In stories like ‘Snows of Kilimanjaro’ by Hemingway, this nihilism (or nothingness) is extremely apparent. The snippet below (from Snows of Kilimanjaro) is especially relevant:

I don’t see why that had to happen to your leg. What have we done to have that happen to us?’

‘I suppose what I did was to forget to put iodine on it when I first scratched it. Then I didn’t pay any attention to it because I never infect. Then, later, when it got bad, it was probably using that weak carbolic solution when the other antiseptics ran out that paralyzed the minute blood vessels and started the gangrene.’ He looked at her, ‘What else?’

‘I don’t mean that.’

Through the exchange of these two characters we note that the female character who asks “What have we done to have that happen to us” is indicating the presence of a God, or higher authority (reminiscent of the Ancient Greeks and the Gods of Olympus). The man is responding with scientific logic, as if to say there is no higher authority, there is nothing—nothing at all, and I will die for no reason.

It is this style of language, to some extent or another that I believe also pervades McCarthy’s work, and lends itself so well to an Apocalyptic style.

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Final Project Proposal

The proliferation of the apocalypse in film has been a recurring interest of mine – as a concept so explicitly linked to notions of religion, spirituality, and postmodernism, its existence in movies can help to illuminate the inherent dualisms that can both inhibit and magnetize the power of the End of Days as a construct.  The way the myth is treated cinematically serves as a reflection of contemporaneous times and the anxieties that reside within our society.  In the mid 1980s, amidst waning Cold-War ideals and increasing globalized cultures, the apocalyptic film climate was rife with contemporaneous real-world inspirations, and the three films I will focus on exhibit a distinct sense of timeliness in their portrayal of the End of the World.

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