Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Unfinished business



No matter how old you get, there is always unfinished business.

The acts of kindness you had intended to perform, old obligations never quite met, entire apartments left to mildew while you were galavanting around the world, whole familes left without you for better or for worse, cruel things you had said and had meant to apologize for, but never did; a love partner left adrift for twenty years and you hardly know what happened afterwards; the new lives established, your sudden, inexplicable leaving--and somehow, in your mind, you never really left. You go into parallel universes where you were the head of one family, the another, then still another, where she was boss and not you.

Unfinished business.

A producer acquaintance of mine, founder of The Nature of Things, is 92 years old, but he claims to this day he has unfinished business. People involved in the actual "unfinished business" are largely dead, but to Mike, there is still unfinished business. "Unfulfilled kindnesses. Obligations. Yes, so much unfinished business. I am a man who himself will soon be dead, but there is as yet so much unfinished business!"

Perhaps this is why there are ghosts.

Ghosts to some, of Christmases past, to others, ghostly lovers who come to visit in the night.

All because of unfinished business.

I am no great practitioner of the occult, but I am fascinated by he workings of the I-Ching, that book of 64 hexagrams that can so encompass our unfinished business.
Seem old Lao Tsu had a problems about 4,000 years ago, and you can still hear him working it out.

Unfinished business.

Sometimes the road is dark and winding. There is remorse.


Other times the hexagram comes out six solid lines. High creativity. All things will now be accomplished.
...Until the next hexagam.

Just for fun, while wrapped in my thoughts of unfinished business, I tossed the I-Ching this morning, in the hottest day of the summer.

Here is what it said:

Ting very happy. Pot very full.
Creativity furthers.

Could it be, could it just be, that some of that unfinished business will come to closure?


Hm. How did one become so whimsical, so fey? Must be the heat and humidity.

You are becoming a type. Your brain is overheated.
Like those leotarded chess broads in he coffe houses of the Sixties, a copy of the I-Ching and Kahlil Gibran in their mesh purses.

I really think the 100 degree heat has gotten to me. Sure do feel like HAL 2000, the computer in the movie.

"I am falling apart, Dave.
"I can feel it. I can feel it!"


Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer true.
I'm half crazy
For the love of you.

Unfinished business. For those of us who, for some reason, like to keep our love(s) long-distance.

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50 comments:

EA Monroe said...

Excellent post, Ivan! I truly enjoyed every word.

Maybe we are "born" to unfinished business?

"Unfinished business" -- that is a theme I've been seeing in a few astrology charts I've been studying lately. Also, Unfinished Tasks and "Personality Development." ~Liz

PS: Blogger is out to lunch!

Come to OK. The sky pours down heavy rain and it's only a high today of 82.

http://www.creativewriting.ca. said...

Liz,

Oh to be in Oklahoma.

How I miss those turnouts and the view of the ancient blue hills.

Dreaming of old TV series while on Route 66.

You've got character, Liz.

"This will not do. I must be better than this."

Sign of a real person.

Ivan

Donnetta Lee said...

But then that is what reincarnation is for! Unfinished busness. Ah well, best to take care of things this time around if you can. But, yes, Liz, we are always born to unfinished business.
Donnetta

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

This extreme heat makes me think of Siddhartha, for some reason.

Ivan

Josie said...

That's what the next generations are for. Our unfinished business. There is a theory that our "memories" can actually be passed down in our DNA, and this explains unusual memories or occasional deja vu.

Or, as Donnetta says, that's what reincarnation is for. When I was a little girl (three or four) I could "remember" living in a large, granite castle, but I had never even seen one. I remembered looking at the hunting tapestries on the wall, but I had never seen a hunting tapestry before then. So, maybe we do carry on our unfinished business.

Come to Vancouver, Ivan, and be sure to bring your umbrella and duck boots.

***sigh***

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Josie,

Poor British Columbia.

Snow (sic) on extreme northwest and rain in the south.

Hope Plague of Frogs isn't next.


Politically incorrect time:

They're kind of quiet in a certain Province next to us. :)
(Aw c'mon, I love 'em)

Ivan

Josie said...

Ivan, it was snowing just a few miles from here...! Snow in Kamloops and Kelowna, snow on the Coquihalla. At least six inches of snow! It's so cold here I have to keep my bedroom windows closed at night, and I hate closed bedroom windows. Brrrrr. At least the crows and the raccoons don't wake me up at 5:00 a.m.

Ah... don't we all love your neighbors to the east. Ils sont bons.

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Josie,

Talk about climate change!

Ah well. At least the boogie man won't come and getacha with the windows closed.


Je me soviens some good times in La Belle Province.

Ivan

Josie said...

Moi aussi dans la Belle Province.

Anonymous said...

They have such a fondness for articles of church worship, that is to say, the tabernacle and the host.
(Has fit).

Ivan

Anonymous said...

e.g.:

J'e vous change. Tabernac!

J'ai confer!

(I know. God is going to get me for that!)

Ivan

Josie said...

Ivan, you know, the town where I grew up on Vancouver Island was over 50% French Canadian. It was weird. Everyone went to the Catholic church, and/or the Catholic school. And when we went to our friends' homes, everyone spoke French, and they all had religious icons on the walls, etc. We were very immersed in the French Canadian community there. Everyone was a Cyr or a Poirier or a Levesque or a Bouchard.

Anonymous said...

Hélas, c'en est fait de moi"

Yvan

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Enjoyed reading this post. It is a sobering thought. That's why I think it is important that we live our lives as if we are preparing to die happy. If we die happy, then no matter what, we've lived a fulfilling life. For me, relationships are the most important things in life. We should try never to leave those matters unfinished.

islandgrovepress said...

LGS,

You've hit the nail right on the head.

Ivan

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Wonderful. You made me realize just how much I have to do.

You talk of such interesting people. I would love to walk around with you one day.

islandgrovepress said...

Thank you, "inside".
I notice on you site that you write
wonderful love poetry.

Look to your laurels, ancient Ovid!
There is another who writes of love
like you do.


Ivan

Trevor Record said...

I kind of like the I Ching too. Once I asked it what I should write about. I also ask it what will happen if I do certain things. "Meeting with a great man will bring great fortune". Hm.

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Trevor,

Great man?
Where he?

I really wish I had a bigger publishing company so I could do some of your work real justice.

Ivan

EA Monroe said...

Ivan, have the Wet Girls left?

Anonymous said...

The Wet Girls were bad.

Gave 'em a real good lashing.

Ivan

EA Monroe said...

Way to go, Ivan!

islandgrovepress said...

Heh heh

Ivan

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Ivan,

Ovid was a wonderful writer and if you have read, "In Summer's Heat", I can see how close he and I relate. Perhaps I was born in the wrong century. 43 B.C. to 17 A.D is an interesting time ...smiles. I feel flattered.

JR's Thumbprints said...

Hey Ivan,
I don't even want to think about it (especially the "Honey-Do" list.

islandgrovepress said...

Gilgemesh, in clay tablets, offers some surprisingly sexy scenes.
So does Ovid, four thousand years later.
So does Goethe another two thousand miles down the road.
Pornographic kisses!

I have yet to read Sappho in text.
...Can't find any. She lived long before Ovid, but tradition has it that she wrote extremely heartfelt and evocative love poetry, usually to ladies.
A story is told of Plato having had many women like Sappho in his Academy.
...The first co-ed university?

Ivan

islandgrovepress said...

JR,

Some years ago, my wonderful father offered me a real insight.

I had come home complaining of a woman who would, and yet she wouldn't.

Said Dear old Dad,

"You married too?" :)

Ivan

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http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Ah,
The Royal Canadian Air Force.
It was co-ed and somehow so much like high school.
Straightened so many of us out where otherwise we would have taken to sex, drugs and rock'n'roll.
How I miss those days of being young in a spanking uniform, trying to impress all the girls.
Can't make the reunion this time, unfortunately.
I know it would somehow have been like Romy and Michelle.
But we are so much older now and half of us aren't around any more!
The moving finger.

Ivan

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

I like pornographic kisses, sounds wonderful to me. Perhaps I shall do one in her honor.

I believe you may be correct... the first co-ed university.

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Whee!

Ivan

Josie said...

A spanking uniform?

Hmmmmm... Ha!

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Trust me, I"m a doctor. :-)

Josie said...

And you have the T-shirt to prove it, right? :-)

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Says MD.

Same as on David Steinberg's left breast the "Existential Psychiatrist" who kept seeing things:

"Go on through, go on through!

Steinberg was one hell of a funny man till the politically correct crowd squelched him.

Was our boy poltically incrorrect?

Ivan

EA Monroe said...

Ivan, I emailed you a "wet girl!"

Josie said...

Everyone was funny until political correctness squelched them.

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Got it, Liz.
But it looks like that poor Whore of Babylon that everybody seemed to abuse in St. John's nightmare.

Ivan

http://www.creativewritng.da said...

Josie,

I think Mort Sahl too.

Lenny Bruce?

Ivan

Josie said...

Mort Sahl and Lenny Bruce, definitely. How about Stan Freberg and "St. George and the Dragonet".

Narrator: The legend you are about to hear is true. Only the needle should be changed to protect the record.

St. George: This is the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.

Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night watch when a call came in from the Chief. A dragon had been devouring maidens.

Homicide. My job: slay him.

St.George and the Dragonet

benjibopper said...

really? you mean this feeling never goes away? my business will never be finished? damnit! 60 more years of anxiety, what a ripoff.

islandgrovepresss said...

Hi Josie and Benjibopper,

In my cups right now.

I can only quote the venerable Woodstock out of PEANUTS

#%&@%$#@%%%%!
&*%#@##%%%!!!

&&^%$#####@@@%%%%%%%%%%!!!!

Hic Nobis!


Ivan

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Benjibopper,

I was reaching more for style rather than actual content. I notice in your own blogs that you too are reaching for a style.

Ivan

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Josie,

Great take on the laconic Joe Friday out of old Fifties Dragnet.

I'm glad you put in the link for the actual spoof.

I hope Trevor Record is reading.

I'm sure Trevor would just love to outdo Freberg on the Dragonet skit.

And Trevor: Thanks for the letter you have sent me. It came at a good time.

Ivan

benjibopper said...

indeed, but in style also lies content, and vice versa.

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

benjibopper,

Style is what separates the pro from the amateur.

You can have all the content in the world, but if you have no style, all the worse for you.

There is a world of difference beytween english composition and writin'.

Ivan

Josie said...

Ivan, have heard his "Little Blue Riding Hood" as well? Too funny.

benjibopper said...

fortunately you seem to have achieved both in this post.

but i think technically what separates the pro from the amateur is how much money they make from their writin'.

Anonymous said...

Josie,

Stan Freberg's "Little Blue Riding Hood" (1953)

(Sent in by Jennifer Pope.)
Freberg again does a dead-on imitation of Joe; Daws Butler (later the
voice of Yogi Bear) does an equally good job with Frank. Grandma's door
bell chimes the familiar 'dum de dum dum.'

>'Dragnet' opening theme<
Narrator: The story of Little Blue Riding Hood is true. Only the color has
been changed to prevent an investigation.
>'Dragnet' opening music<
Joe (voice-over): This is the woods. My name is Wednesday, I work outa'
homicide. Monday, February the 2nd, 10:22am. Bumped into Chicken Lickin'.
Told me the sky was falling. I booked her on a 614, turned her over to the
psychiatrists. Then a call came in on a 503. When I was on my way to the
503 a 618 came in. I added up the 614, the 503 and the 618. Got 1735. I
handed in my paper to the Chief, he corrected it, gave me 100%, patted me on
the head. Told me I was a good cop.
>dramatic music<
Joe (voice-over): 11:45am, it happened. I saw a little girl in a blue hood
carrying a basket. I stopped to question her.
Joe: Pardon me, ma'am, could I talk to you for just a minute, ma'am?
Little Blue: What about?
Joe: Nothing much, ma'am. Just wanna' ask you a few questions, ma'am.
What's your name?
Little Blue: Little Blue Riding Hood.
Joe: Where ya' going, ma'am?
Little Blue: Grandma's house.
Joe: Yes, ma'am. Whad'ya got in the basket?
Little Blue (defensively): Whad'ya trying to say, I got something in the
basket I shouldn't have?
Joe: No, ma'am, I didn't say that.
Little Blue: Then whad'ya asking me all these questions for?
Joe: Just routine, ma'am, we just wanna' get the facts. May I have a look
in that basket, ma'am?
Little Blue: Be my guest.
Joe: Let's see. Sawed-off shotgun. Knife. Bludgeon. Box of dumdum
shells. Nothing suspicious here. All right, ma'am, we may want to talk to
you later, so don't leave the woods.
>dramatic music<
Joe (voice-over): She skipped on down the path. But she didn't know I'd
seen the concealed compartment in the basket. In it, what I'd suspected all
along - goodies.
>dramatic music<
Joe (voice-over): My job - get to grandma's before she did. I took a
shortcut through the strawberry patch. It was sort of a strawberry
shortcut.
>sound of walking<
Joe (voice-over): I walked up to the cottage, rang the bell.
>door bell<
Grandma: Coming, dear.
>door opens<
Joe: OK, grandma, it's a raid.
Grandma (acting surprised): A raid? Why, I'm just a peace-loving old lady,
you've got the wrong grandma.
Joe: Yes, ma'am. We just wanna' get the facts. Where'd you get that bump
on your head?
Grandma: The sky fell on me this morning.
>dramatic music<
Joe (voice-over): I made a note to book her on a 614 and turn her over to
the psychiatrists. I tied her up, put her in the closet, then I put on the
grandma suit and got into bed.
>knock on door<
Joe (making no attempt to disguise his voice): Come in, ma'am.
>door opens<
Little Blue: Hello, gramma, I got the loot. What're you doin' in bed?
Joe: I'm feeling poorly.
Little Blue: But gramma, what big ears you have!
Joe: All the better to get the facts. I just wanna' get the facts, ma'am.
Little Blue: But gramma, what a big subpoena you have in your pocket!
Joe: All the better to serve you with.
Little Blue: But gramma, what a big .38 police special you have pointed at
me!
Joe: All the better to take you in. You're under arrest. You and your
grandma are operating a goodies ring.
Little Blue (sadly): A cop. I shoulda' known.
Joe: Known what, ma'am?
Little Blue (sadly): You look nothing like my gramma. You forgot about the
mustache.
Joe: But I don't have a mustache.
Little Blue: I know. But gramma does.
>dramatic music<
Frank: Well, I see you broke the goodies ring. How'd you get a lead on 'er,
Joe?
Joe: I just played a hunch, Frank. It was just a hunch. I played my luck;
sometimes a hunch pays off, sometimes it doesn't, I was just lucky, I just
played a hunch, Frank.
Frank: What you're trying to say, Joe, is you just played a hunch. A lucky
guess. Sometimes a hunch pays off, sometimes it doesn't. You just played a
hunch. Is that what you're trying to tell me, Joe?
Joe: Yeah. I just played a hunch.
>'Dragnet' end music

Ivan

isalnd grovepress said...

benjibopper,

This trick is staying up there once you have made a cool million.

I did not stay up there.

Old Glen Campbell:
You can jump as high as the young guys, but you can't stay up as long. :)

Also, watch your singulars and plurals.

Ivan