Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Happy Endings

by Margaret Atwood

John and Mary meet.
What happens next?
If you want a happy ending, try A.

A.

John and Mary fall in love and get married. They both have worthwhile and remunerative jobs which they find stimulating and challenging. They buy a charming house. Real estate values go up. Eventually, when they can afford live-in help, they have two children, to whom they are devoted. The children turn out well. John and Mary have a stimulating and challenging sex life and worthwhile friends. They go on fun vacations together. They retire. They both have hobbies which they find stimulating and challenging. Eventually they die. This is the end of the story.

B.

Mary falls in love with John but John doesn't fall in love with Mary. He merely uses her body for selfish pleasure and ego gratification of a tepid kind. He comes to her apartment twice a week and she cooks him dinner, you'll notice that he doesn't even consider her worth the price of a dinner out, and after he's eaten dinner he fucks her and after that he falls asleep, while she does the dishes so he won't think she's untidy, having all those dirty dishes lying around, and puts on fresh lipstick so she'll look good when he wakes up, but when he wakes up he doesn't even notice, he puts on his socks and his shorts and his pants and his shirt and his tie and his shoes, the reverse order from the one in which he took them off. He doesn't take off Mary's clothes, she takes them off herself, she acts as if she's dying for it every time, not because she likes sex exactly, she doesn't, but she wants John to think she does because if they do it often enough surely he'll get used to her, he'll come to depend on her and they will get married, but John goes out the door with hardly so much as a good-night and three days later he turns up at six o'clock and they do the whole thing over again.

Mary gets run-down. Crying is bad for your face, everyone knows that and so does Mary but she can't stop. People at work notice. Her friends tell her John is a rat, a pig, a dog, he isn't good enough for her, but she can't believe it. Inside John, she thinks, is another John, who is much nicer. This other John will emerge like a butterfly from a cocoon, a Jack from a box, a pit from a prune, if the first John is only squeezed enough.

One evening John complains about the food. He has never complained about her food before. Mary is hurt.

Her friends tell her they've seen him in a restaurant with another woman, whose name is Madge. It's not even Madge that finally gets to Mary: it's the restaurant. John has never taken Mary to a restaurant. Mary collects all the sleeping pills and aspirins she can find, and takes them and a half a bottle of sherry. You can see what kind of a woman she is by the fact that it's not even whiskey. She leaves a note for John. She hopes he'll discover her and get her to the hospital in time and repent and then they can get married, but this fails to happen and she dies.

John marries Madge and everything continues as in A.

C.

John, who is an older man, falls in love with Mary, and Mary, who is only twenty-two, feels sorry for him because he's worried about his hair falling out. She sleeps with him even though she's not in love with him. She met him at work. She's in love with someone called James, who is twenty-two also and not yet ready to settle down.

John on the contrary settled down long ago: this is what is bothering him. John has a steady, respectable job and is getting ahead in his field, but Mary isn't impressed by him, she's impressed by James, who has a motorcycle and a fabulous record collection. But James is often away on his motorcycle, being free. Freedom isn't the same for girls, so in the meantime Mary spends Thursday evenings with John. Thursdays are the only days John can get away.

John is married to a woman called Madge and they have two children, a charming house which they bought just before the real estate values went up, and hobbies which they find stimulating and challenging, when they have the time. John tells Mary how important she is to him, but of course he can't leave his wife because a commitment is a commitment. He goes on about this more than is necessary and Mary finds it boring, but older men can keep it up longer so on the whole she has a fairly good time.

One day James breezes in on his motorcycle with some top-grade California hybrid and James and Mary get higher than you'd believe possible and they climb into bed. Everything becomes very underwater, but along comes John, who has a key to Mary's apartment. He finds them stoned and entwined. He's hardly in any position to be jealous, considering Madge, but nevertheless he's overcome with despair. Finally he's middle-aged, in two years he'll be as bald as an egg and he can't stand it. He purchases a handgun, saying he needs it for target practice--this is the thin part of the plot, but it can be dealt with later--and shoots the two of them and himself.

Madge, after a suitable period of mourning, marries an understanding man called Fred and everything continues as in A, but under different names.

D.

Fred and Madge have no problems. They get along exceptionally well and are good at working out any little difficulties that may arise. But their charming house is by the seashore and one day a giant tidal wave approaches. Real estate values go down. The rest of the story is about what caused the tidal wave and how they escape from it. They do, though thousands drown, but Fred and Madge are virtuous and grateful, and continue as in A.

E.

Yes, but Fred has a bad heart. The rest of the story is about how kind and understanding they both are until Fred dies. Then Madge devotes herself to charity work until the end of A. If you like, it can be "Madge," "cancer," "guilty and confused," and "bird watching."

F.

(...)

You'll have to face it, the endings are the same however you slice it. Don't be deluded by any other endings, they're all fake, either deliberately fake, with malicious intent to deceive, or just motivated by excessive optimism if not by downright sentimentality.

The only authentic ending is the one provided here:
John and Mary die. John and Mary die. John and Mary die.

So much for endings. Beginnings are always more fun. True connoisseurs, however, are known to favor the stretch in between, since it's the hardest to do anything with.

That's about all that can be said for plots, which anyway are just one thing after another, a what and a what and a what.

Now try How and Why. =)

Monday, September 08, 2008

OJODORO

¿Como podría definir en términos positivos la felicidad?
Ese concepto, abstracto hasta la medula, es imposible de ser descrito directamente. Para hacerlo tengo que dar un rodeo por su sombra. Vaya entonces la definición: "Felicidad es estar cada día menos angustiado". Para lo cual puedo intentar dar algunos consejos sin ser tachado de iluso.

1. Cuando dudes de actuar, siempre entre "hacer" y "no hacer" escoge hacer. Si te equivocas tendrás al menos la experiencia.

2. Escucha mas a tu intuición que a tu razón. Las palabras forjan la realidad pero no la son.

3. Realiza algún sueño infantil. Por ejemplo: si querías jugar y te hicieron adulto antes de tiempo, ahorra unos 500 euros y ve a jugarlos a un casino hasta que los pierdas. Si ganas, sigue jugando. Si sigues ganando, aunque sean millones, sigue hasta que los pierdas. No se trata de ganar sino de jugar sin finalidad.

4. No hay alivio mas grande que comenzar a ser lo que se es. Desde la infancia nos endilgan destinos ajenos. No estamos en el mundo para realizar los sueños de nuestros padres, sino los propios. Si eres cantante y no abogado como tu padre, abandona la carrera de leyes y graba tu disco.

5. Hoy mismo deja de criticar tu cuerpo. Aceptalo tal cual es sin preocuparte de la mirada ajena. No te aman porque eres bella. Eres bella porque te aman.

6. Una vez por semana, enseña gratis a los otros lo poco o mucho que sabes. Lo que les das, te lo das. Lo que no les das, te lo quitas.

7. Busca todos los días en el diario una noticia positiva. Es difícil encontrarla. Pero, en medio de los acontecimientos nefastos, siempre, de manera casi imperceptible, hay una. Que se descubrió una nueva raza de pájaros; que los cometas transportan vida; que un nene cayo desde un quinto piso sin dañarse; que la hija de un presidente intento suicidarse en el océano y fue salvada por un obrero del cual se enamoro y se casaron; que los jóvenes poetas chilenos bombardearon con 300.000 poemas, desde un helicóptero, a La Moneda, donde fue eliminado allende, etc.

8. Si tus padres abusaron de ti cuando pequeño/a, confrontate calmadamente con ellos, en un lugar neutro que no sea su territorio, desarrollando cuatro aspectos: 'Esto es lo que me hicieron. Esto es lo que yo sentí. Esto es lo que por causa de aquello ahora sufro. Y esta es la reparación que pido'. El perdón sin reparación no sirve.

9. Aunque tengas una familia numerosa, otorgate un territorio personal donde nadie pueda entrar sin tu permiso.

10. Cesa de definirte: concedete todas las posibilidades de ser, cambia de caminos cuantas veces te sea necesario.

Alejandro Jodorowsky

Sunday, July 27, 2008

I write, I sing, I eat and I'm hungry for more!!!


Estamos hambrientos y no nos quedamos quietos. Haremos algo importante, no para el resto sino para nosotros, y si al mundo le agrada... que vá! mejor aun.
Quietud es tu NO palabra de la temporada, si ves que se acerca por un lado, es mejor que corras lo más rápido posible en dirección opuesta, bueno?

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Estupefacientemente pavalesa

Hace bastante tiempo que no hago esto, escribir y escribir sin un motivo fuerte. En realidad hace bastante tiempo que no hago varias cosas y no es porque me de lata, más bien es porque nada espectacular ha ocurrido (espero que no este perdiendo la capacidad de asombro, que terror me daría).
Obviamente tengo tema, quizás más de uno, para escribir. De hecho tengo temas incluso recurrentes pero que tanto mañosearlos aburren y pierden su brillo (o no brillo).
Hoy por la tarde, recuperandome de una no tan desastrosa resaca y mientras ordenaba el desorden tras un ameno encuentro con una de las personas más coléricas y casi tan pavalesa como yo, veía "Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations" y claro, además de darme cuenta que Tony es uno de mis amores platónicos, solo dios sabe cuantas ganas de tener una vida fascinante como él me dieron. Quiero y recontra quiero ser asi de locuaz, tener aquel humor, viajar y comer comer comer asi nada más: sin reservación alguna.
Ahora puedo sonar aburrida, incluso fome, pero no! no señores... porque en la vida yo trabajo en pro de aquello, todo lo que hago hoy es porque tengo un propósito de vida (bien simpático y choro por lo demás) que me alienta cada día a sacar la patita de la cama calientita por las mañanas. Tengo muy claro todo, sino que miedo y desastre tendria en mi diario vivir.

Como aquella persona tan pavalesa como yo me dijo: por ahora resistir y resistir (a las tentaciones demoniacas uhhhhhhhhhh)

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Let's make my life a "Quote"

ME AND YOU AND EVERYONE WE KNOW

Christine: (imaginando que habla con su amante imaginario) - If you really love me, then let's make a vow. Right here... together... right now. Ok? - Ok... - All right, repeat after me... I'm gonna be free. - I'm gonna be free. - And I'm gonna be brave... - I'm gonna be brave. - Good... I'm gonna live each day as if it were my last. - Oh that's good... - You like that? - Yeah... - Say it. - I'm gonna live each day as it were my last... - Fantastically... - Fantastically. - Courageously... - Courageously. - With grace... - With grace. - And in the dark of the night, and it does get dark, when I call a name... - When I call a name... - It' ll be your name... What's your name? (no answer) Nevermind... let's go... say it. - Let's go... - Everywhere... - Everywhere... - Even though... - Even though... - We're scared... - We're scared... - Cause it's life... - It's life... - and it's happening, it's really really happening... right now!
---

Richard: (viendo las heridas que deja
n los zapatos en los tobillos de Christine) You think you deserve that pain but you don't.
---
Christine: (miran
do su vendaje) Whoa, what happened?
Richard: You want the short version or the long one?
Christine: The long one.
Richard: I tried to save my life but it didn't work.

Christine: Wow. What's the short one?
Richard: I burned it.
---

Christine: We have a whole life to live together you fucker, but it can't start until you call.
---

Christine: Fuck! Fuck
you! Fuck me! Fuck old people! Fuck children! Fuck peace!


ELIZABEHTOWN

Claire:

- I'm hard to remember, but I'm impossible to forget.

- I'm going to miss your lips. And everything attached to them.

- I want you to get into the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened.

- Look for the girl in a red hat.

- I spend so much time thinking about all the answers to the problem ... that I forget what the problem actually was.

- Some music needs air. Roll down your window.

- We are intrepid. We carry on.



GARDEN STATE

Andrew: You know, this necklace makes me think of this totally random memory of my mother. I was a little kid, and I was crying for whatever reason, and she was cradling me, rocking me back and forth, and I can just remember the silver balls floating around. And there was, like, snot running down my nose, right?. And she offered me her sleeve - and told me to blow my nose into it. And I can remember, even as a little kid, thinking to myself: This is love...this is love. Fuck, this hurts so much.
Sam
: I know it hurts. But it's life, and it's real. And sometimes it fucking hurts, but it's life, and it's pretty much all we got.
---

Andrew:
So what were you really doing there?
Sam
: Charging. I'm a robot
Andrew:
Do you lie a lot?
Sam
: What do you consider a lot?
Andrew:
Enough for people to call you a liar.
Sam
: People call me lots of things.
Andrew:
Is one of them liar?
Sam
: I could say no, but how would you know I'm not lying?
Andrew:
I guess I could choose to trust you.
Sam
: You can do that?
Andrew:
I can try.
---

Andrew:
- This is my life, Dad. This is it. I've spent 26 years waiting for something else to start. So, no, I don't think it's too much to take on, because it's everything there is. I see now it's all of it. You and I are gonna be okay. You know that, right? We may not be as happy as you always dreamed we would be, but for the first time let's just allow ourselves to be whatever it is we are, and that will be better, okay? I think that will be better.

- (A Sam) I don't want to waste another moment of my life without you in it.

- You changed my life. You changed my life, and I've known you four days. This is the beginning of something really big, but right now, I gotta go.

---
Sam:
- If you can't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a whole lot longer than you'd like. I'm not saying I don't cry, but in between, I laugh. And I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously. Plus, I look forward to a good cry. It feels pretty good.

- What's the word that's burning in your heart?

- OK, so, sometimes I lie. I mean I'm weird, man, about random stuff too. I don't even know why I do it. It's like... it's like a tick. I mean sometimes I hear myself say something and think, "Wow, that wasn't even remotely true".

- My hair's blowin' in the wind!


ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND

Clementine: Joel, I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.
Joel
: I remember that speech really well.
Clementine
: I had you pegged, didn't I?
Joel
: You had the whole human race pegged.
Clementine
: Probably.
Joel
: I still thought you were going to save me. Even after that.
Clementine
: I know.
---

Joel:
-Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?

- Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.

- I could die right now, Clem. I'm just... happy. I've never felt that before. I'm just exactly where I want to be.

- I loved you on this day. I love this memory.

- Wait!... I don’t know, but just wait

---
Clementine:

- Drink up young man. It'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.

- I'm always anxious thinking I'm not living my life to the fullest, y'know? Taking advantage of every possibility? Just making sure that I'm not wasting one second of the little time I have.

- I'm a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.

- I'm just a fucked up girl trying to find her own peace of mind, I'm not perfect.

---
Mary:
- (quoting Alexander Pope)
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resigned."

- (quoting Friedrich Nietzsche) "Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders."
---

Joel: (en la casa de playa) I really should go! I've gotta catch my ride.
Clementine
: So go.
Joel
: I did. I thought maybe you were a nut... bu

t you were exciting.
Clementine
: I wish you had stayed.
Joel
: I wish I had stayed too. NOW I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish I had... I wish I had stayed. I do.
Clementine
: Well I came back downstairs and you were gone!
Joel
: I walked out, I walked out the door!
Clementine
: Why?
Joel
: I don't know. I felt like I was a scared little kid, I was like... it was above my head, I don't know.
Clementine
: You were scared?
Joel
: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.
Clementine
: Was it something I said?
Joel
: Yeah, you said "so go." With such disdain, you know?
Clementine
: Oh, I'm sorry.
Joel
: It's okay.



LOS AMANTES DEL CIRCULO POLAR

Otto: ¿Dónde está mi madre?
Ana:
Nadie lo sabe, eso depende de ti.
---

Ana: Esta noche te espero en mi cuarto... Salta por la ventana, Valiente!
---

Otto: Siempre te voy a amar, y si la gasolina se acaba… moriré

---

Ana: y además… quiero enamorarme
---

Ana: Voy a quedarme aqui todo el tiempo que haga falta, estoy esperando la casualidad de mi vida... la más grande, y eso que las he tenido de muchas clases. Sí, podría contar mi vida uniendo casualidades.
Otto: Es bueno que las vidas tengan varios circulos, pero la mía... mi vida solo ha dado la vuelta una vez y no del todo, falta lo más importante... he escrito tantas veces su nombre dentro... y aqui, ahora mismo no puedo cerrar nada, estoy solo.


JUNO

Juno:
- It started with a chair.

- Bleeker is actually good in... chair.

- Yeah, I'm a legend. You know, they call me the cautionary whale.

- You should've gone to China, you know, 'cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods. You know, they pretty much just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events.

- As far as boyfriends go, Paulie Bleeker is totally boss. He is
the cheese to my macaroni.

- I never realize how much I like being home unless I've been somewhere really different for a while.
---

Leah: Yo yo yiggidy yo.
Juno
: Leah? It's me.
Leah
: Juno?
Juno
: No, it's Morgan Freeman, got any bones needing collecting?
---

Vanessa: You think you're really going to do this?
Juno
: Yea, if I could just have the thing and give it to you now, I totally would. But I'm guessing it looks probably like a sea monkey right now and we should let it get a little cuter.
---

Vanessa: Your parents are probably wondering where you are.
Juno
: Naah, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?
---

Paulie: I still have your underwear.
Juno
: I still have your virginity.
Paulie: Shut up.
---

Juno: I think I'm, like, in love with you.
Paulie
: You mean as friends?
Juno
: No, I mean, like, for real. 'Cause you're, like, the coolest person I've ever met — and you don't even have to try, you know...
Paulie
: I try really hard, actually.