Saturday, January 06, 2007

a sin I didn’t care for, a sin that paid my debts, a sin that feed my children

Okay here’s a resolution for you. On New Years Eve I was driving by myself in Vancouver and stumbled across East Hastings. Now I’ve heard of this place for years and had visited it already once before on my trip, but this time I was alone. Alone, a little bored, a little miffed that my girl friend wasn’t with me at this particular moment. So there I sat with the haunting guitar of the Pixies behind the apt words of Nas as I watched the residents of Canada’s poorest neighborhood. A red light afforded me a minute to watch as they ducked in and out of door ways, around corners and from behind cars, all with a posture and essence reeking of despair and humiliation.

I remember watching the documentary by Romeo Delaire entitled “Shake Hands with the Devil” and at the point where he discussed the feeling of encountering pure evil. The film showed images of rebels crawling on hands and knees up an embankment. They looked almost animalistic in their retreat, their movement, their actions; all was really reminiscent of primates as they scrambled up this hill. Through his narrative he attached an almost spiritualistic element to them. And I too felt this in downtown Vancouver. As I watched them, they appeared as specters skulking around dark corners, shadows cowering under the intense scrutiny of headlights and feeble and fragile shells blowing in the cruel and uncompromising rain of the mainland, I believe I felt a similar phenomenon.

I met the eyes of a man, no older then myself. His leather jacket, his un kept beard, his eyes that houses everything I had ever wished for, screamed for the one thing that divided the two of us. Now if only I could understand what the missing link between us was; opportunity? humility? luck? understanding? If there is one thing I resolve to do this year, it is to understand exactly what it as in that mans eyes. If I captured but a fragment of the intensity contained with his eyelids I would be a better person. Who knew that two weak and feeble flaps of skin could not only betray their owners but pronounce to others exactly how they failed their fellow man.

Peace be upon you. Where does that leave me?

7 Comments:

At 12:33 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

So where does that leave you?
Crossroads
Do you take this experience beyond the feelings and emotions felt at that time and phsyically try to do something good or positive that would make a difference?
or...
Do you take this experience only for the feelings and emotions felt at that time and just let them pass as you drive beyond that red light when it turns green?

 
At 11:19 PM, Blogger El Chupacabra said...

Hey Anon, try not to be so poetic would ya! I don't take well to people telling me what to do, and you're being a little bossy right now!

 
At 3:24 AM, Blogger Sj said...

growing
alive
always El.

miss you here..

 
At 8:33 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't get your fruit of the looms all tied up in a knot.
If you're putting something out there for people to read, be prepared for ANY type of feed back you get whether you agree or disagree, or if you like it or not. Freedom of speech is a wonderful thing.

 
At 11:37 PM, Blogger El Chupacabra said...

Man now a lecture in civil liberties. Great! Sheesh, how do you guys find me?

 
At 10:33 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What can I say, you're a good read.

 
At 11:13 PM, Anonymous Beulah said...

People should read this.

 

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