The Tao of Cool

As a youth I spent a great deal of time at the movies and I often tell people that the movies saved my life. Growing up on the mean streets of New York in the 60's, the movie theater was a place of refuge where I could escape for a few hours.

Some movies I saw, in my youth, have left an indelible mark on my psyche. There were three characters in particular that were very influencial: Lucas Jackson played by Paul Newman in Cool Hand Luke, Frank Bullitt played by Steve McQueen in Bullitt and Randle Patrick McMurphy played by Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.

I was taught in high school that literary works fall in one or more of the following categories:

1. Man against God
2. Man against Nature
3. Man against Society
4. Man against Man
5. Man against Himself

To this list I would add Man against Machine as can be seen in, Colossus: The Forbin Project and the unforgettable 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Cool Hand Luke, Bullitt and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest all fall within the category of Man against Society. There is some overlapping as the protagonists of these three films also struggle with themselves and other "men". I place men in quotations because in Cuckoo's Nest McMurphy struggles against Nurse Ratched who rules the psychiatric ward with an iron fist. But she represents the larger society that stands in opposition to all that McMurphy represents.

In Cool Hand Luke Paul Newman is a man of independent spirit that is sentenced to two years in prison,  a chain gang to be exact, for cutting the heads off of parking meters. At first castigated by his fellow prisoners, he soon becomes a Christ-like figure as he gives them the strength and inspiration that they both lack and need. At the end of the famous egg eating scene  Luke lies sprawled with arms outstretched on the mess hall table. Here the Christ-like image is most apparent. His prison number is 37 and his name is Luke. If we read Luke Chapter 1 verse 37 it says: "For with God nothing is impossible." Luke stuggles against a society that he went to war to defend but that has little use for him on his return home. He is Camus's alienated existentialist searching for meaning in a world that seems totally devoid of meaning. And like all good existentialists his demise is tragic yet heroic. "What we've got here is failure to communicate."

As Frank Bullitt, Steve McQueen is a detective who sometimes work cases according to his own rules. Not because he's a rebel but because those in power whom he works for have been co-opted by the system and have sacrificed their integrity on the altar of social and political advancement. But it is only by working outside the system that justice can be achieved because the sytem has become corrupt. This is key in understanding these characters, they are forced to an existence beyond the fringe because the fabric has been tainted by those who abuse their positions of power. To paraphrase Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men, Frank Bullitt is hired by the powers that be to provide society with a blanket of protection and is then lambasted for the manner in which he provides that protection.

As R.P. McMurphy, Jack Nicholson manipulates the system to get transferred to a psychiatric ward from prison by pretending that he's looney. Initially his plan works and he finds himself in a ward of individuals that society has labeled as mental cases. But he soon finds that the inmates are not as crazy as they seem and it is the hospital administrators who are truly crazy. This is a simplistic synopsis of the film whose themes and ideas are far more complex. In the end McMurphy's outsider can not triumph over the system of Dante's Hell.

I'm also reminded of the titles of two novels, that were also made into films, that mirror this idea of nature versus nurture: Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse and  A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess. Both "steps" and "clocks" are invetions of an idustrialized dare I say civilized society. wolfs and oranges are products of nature. Man yearns to be his true self in a world that constantly tries to bend him to its dictates. That process inevitably leads to conflict as the collective fails to create an environment where every man has the freedom to determine his destiny and the right to question the society that wants him to be a mere lemming.

I remember attending a double feature, back in the days when there was such a thing as double feature, of Bullitt and Cool Hand Luke. I sat in the theater and watched Cool Hand Luke twice and Bullitt once. It was a great afternoon of spending time with two of my favorite characters, characters who would not allow their spirits to be amputated for, as we know, there is no prosthesis for an amputated spirit.

Just some thoughts....

Jake

Have Pen, Will Write

Inner City Games

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- Play Ground Rhyme

Tag, Dodge Ball, Red Rover, Mother May I, street games and street rhymes. We were stylists of stickball, sultans of swing and paladins of the pavement, and when we prayed, we prayed at the altar of Mister Softee. Before Nintendo there was Skellies, before X-Box there was Hot Peas and Butter, before SONY Playstation, there was Ring-o-Leevio. Creative play, that’s what it was all about. We were young, inventive and energetic. A length of rope from the hardware store provided hours of Double Dutch fun. Playing fostered social activity and social interaction, we played with each other and not separately with an electronic device. Personal electronics have made young people idle and detached and, as a result, many young adults are suffering from illnesses and afflictions that were formerly in the province of the elderly. Years ago exercise was an inherent part of play time. Some games seemed to have no other reason for existing than to simply go outside and run like crazy e.g. Run, Catch and Kill (thanks Luigi.) Negotiating the rules for playing these games fostered both communication and negotiation skills. Playing outdoor games was warm and organic, imaginative and interesting.

Kick the Can, Steal the Bacon, Johnny on the Pony, Knucks. One of my favorites was Skellies, also known as Skullys or Caps. Skellies was played on a grid drawn on the ground with chalk numbered one to thirteen.

(Originally the number thirteen in the center was a skull with crossbones, hence the name skully.) Players would use bottle tops, or lids from jars, often filled with melted Crayola crayons or pennies in order to give the caps more heft. The game was played by making your way from one to thirteen and back again until you entered the dead zone (number 13) to become a Killer Diller. Now you could knock the other players out of the grid making it difficult for them to complete the game. (I especially favored a lid from a jar of Hellman’s Mayonnaise, filled with melted wax because no matter how hard you hit it, that baby wasn’t going anywhere!).

Then there are the two perennial New York favorites, Stickball and Handball. All you needed was a pink Spaldeen (Spalding), a wall or a broomstick a few manhole covers and the game was on! As a handball player you had a choice of styles, Chinese or American. The Chinese style of play required that the ball hit the ground first and then bounce upwards to hit the wall. In the American style of play, the ball is hit against the wall first, bounces once off the ground and then is hit again by the next player.

As for sneakers, forget Air Jordans and Pumas, Chuck Taylor’s were the haute couture of athletic footwear, giving birth to such poetry as, “You wear the sneakers that slip and slide you need the kind with the Star on the side – Converse All-Stars.” Cost for a pair of Converse All-Stars circa 1967 a whopping $8.00.

This is more than a nostalgic trip down memory lane. It is to say that what binds us together as friends and family is our ability to communicate and interact with each other. Playing games, even board games, allowed us to partake in the ceremony of companionship which is communication. So, if you’re a Mom or a Dad an Aunt or an Uncle find a young person and show them what it was like to play when you were young. “…She asked her mother for fifty cents to see the elephants jump the fence, they jumped so high they touched the sky, they never came back to the Fourth of July.”

Credits:

Handball Players, Erika Stone, Photographer
Fence Jump, Unknown courtesy of Streetplay.com
Skellies Board, courtesy of Streetplay.com