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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

"Are our rights as a person, different to our obligations?" & “Who dares judge difference?”

Here are two articles I have written as part of my 'work for the dole' (slave labour) activity.




"Are our rights as a person, different to our obligations?"


At the end of the Second World War, as a reaction to the atrocities which occurred, the Universal Declaration of Human Rights were created to ensure such things never happened again. But how successful have we been as a species, or as individuals, in abiding by these articles? How many of us have read the declaration or are aware of it's existence?

 Article 1. states that "All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood". There are 30 articles, amongst these it is stated that we have a right to live without discrimination and to live safely, we have the right to a standard of living, a right to education, a right to freedom of thought, a right to practice our beliefs, and that we have a right to seek asylum in other countries from persecution (e.g. to escape from those not abiding by these Articles). But, these are not just our rights to receive, they are also our obligations in treating others.

As a species, we seem to have habit of scapegoating or underplaying our actions and behaviours when we need to justify behaving poorly. In my time working in the family violence field, I came across some perpetrators of family violence who tried to justify hurting the ones they loved, by making comments such as 'I wouldn't have done it, if they didn't keep pushing my buttons',  'They are always provoking me' or 'I'm having a hard time at work, I come home and I want respect. This is the only way they understand'. These people who crossed over moral lines (as well as crossing lines of legal/criminal behaviour), could have been your neighbour, relative, boss, work colleague, friend or … you get my point.  While you or I may not have committed violence against a loved one, chances are that we have acted poorly in some way at some point in our lives. Our behaviour could have been direct- talking poorly to or about others, perhaps we acted in a way which intentionally stopped another from obtaining something they wanted or needed, or even physically hurt them? Or we could have acted indirectly by intentionally ignoring a situation. Perhaps our apathy or lack of action was taken as silent approval of others poor behaviour, which may have then also encouraged that behaviour to continue? However we have behaved, chances are that we have tried to justify this, even though we knew it was wrong (we may even have been ashamed of it), and it is likely to have been behaviour that we would not wish done to us. The question is, why do we do it?

Why do we at times, feel that we can act outside of our obligations to treat others with dignity and which is not in the spirit of brotherhood? Instead, we act in ways which are essentially immoral. In ways in which we would not want to be treated, nor have our loved ones treated.  And then there is this- we prefer to see those we act poorly towards, as being seen as 'less than human', as being “deserving” of our poor behaviour? Sometimes we demonise others or see them as a threat.
 
During the Second World War, the Nazis probably found it easier to treat their fellow humans inhumanly by seeing them as something other than human and as being “deserving” of what was done. "This is not the same' I hear you yell out in anger. It isn't, but it is. It boils down to something fundamental about the way we view others and treat them, which is contrary to the way in which we would wish to be treated. It is also about our attempts to justify this behaviour.

The atrocities of the Second World War, affected us as a species so strongly that we vowed never to allow such things to happen again, not to us or our loved ones. But sadly, when it comes to those we think poorly of, or have prejudices against, we appear to find it easy to justify skirting around or stepping over the lines of right and wrong. Perhaps the Universal Declaration of Human Rights needs to include some articles on self reflection and exploration of where our feelings of anger, prejudice and hatred stem from (and then some additional articles on our responsibility to safely work through the these issues, to minimise their impact on others). It doesn't make sense that we would treat someone/s we didn't know or hadn't had any contact with, in a manner which suggested that had personally done the most heinous of things to us. It doesn't make sense to me that we would treat a stranger in a manner different to how we would want to be treated. But maybe that is just me?

matthew schiavello

The Universal Declaration of Human Rights can be found at:

http://www.un.org/en/documents/udhr/

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“Who dares judge difference?”


When someone is born different, there can be many different reactions from other people, reactions such as acceptance, outrage, anger, love, joy, happiness, pity, shame, loathing, condemnation, to name but a few. Why? Often those that claim to be the most devout can have the strongest reactions. When these reactions are positive and lift people up, when they create an atmosphere of acceptance and love for who people are, this can be a wonderful thing that can enrich a community and can assist people in becoming the best person that they can be. But, when people are hated and hurt (physically, emotionally and/psychologically) just because of who and how they are, questions arise such as: why is this occurring? How does it effect the community, is this ok and how benefits from this negative behaviour?

Some differences can be easily seen and others not so easily. People may have been born without a limb/s, with poor or no vision, people may have been born thinking or feeling differently. There are lots of ways that people can be different. Mind you, this statement is itself preposterous, as no one is born the same or identical, we are all different, even identical twins have different fingerprints. Some people see certain differences as being acceptable or unacceptable. The question is - who is to say which differences are acceptable or unacceptable?

When people say others are born wrong, or are an abomination, who are these people to judge? Who has a right to treat others poorly as a result of perceiving their 'difference' as being 'wrong'? For those that are religious or devout, If a divine creator created us, and made us just as we are, who has a right to judge what the creator has created, who dares label the creator's creation as 'wrong'?

The question that comes from all of this is- What kind of a community would we want our children and loved ones to live in? One filled with love and acceptance, where people are shown how to love others for who they are, or a community in which your children and loved ones are judged, where they may try and hide their 'difference' (for fear of being judged), where they may worry and dread the consequences of being seen as 'different'?

Matthew Schiavello 2015.

All copyright matthew schiavello 2015 (doesn't really need to be said does it? as copyright is implied the moment I put my creative work out into the world).




Friday, August 30, 2013

Dear young lovers

Dear young lovers,
I have been meaning to write to you for some time now or for even longer.
You don't know me, yet you once were me. Or rather, I was you.
Now you surround me and your presence warmly reminds me of something that is no more.

Dear young lovers, you are special. You are wonderful. I love that you exist and are here. I love that when you fall in love, as you so often and so quickly do, that you don't question or even entertain the thought that your love won't last forever. No, the feelings you feel are so strong and all consuming, that there is no space for anything else, so how could you entertain any other notion? Sure there are times where you are nervous and scared as all hell to love or even speak it's name, but when you do love, you love with all you have, with every iota of your being.You trust implicitly and you feel and believe that the moment will last forever and I love you for that.

Then as you get older, like me, the cynicism of experience, the many betrayals and heartbreaks, lead you to trust less and less each time. It leads you to never allowing yourself to feel love as uninhibitedly as you once did. In your ear whispers the voice of fear, always warning you, 'becareful' it says, 'you know you're only going to be hurt again!' Everything you say is more measured and restrained. You no longer speak straight from the heart, now each thought and feeling goes through a barrage of filters. You tentatively explore each response and are mindful that you may never be able to deliver or live up to the promises that you once so easily and so earnestly made. Promises and statements such as; 'I will always love you', 'our love will last forever', 'I could never love anyone else', or, 'I could never live without you'.  When the truth is that you can live without them and you will love again. The truth is that each time you lose love and are hurt, you tend to love less, to trust less and to live less and less in the moment and more and more in fear of what hurt may come. Cynicism creeps in and slowly you start to mistrust, to be guarded and to think about your self more and your own needs, because experience has taught you that sooner or later this will end and it will once more just be you.

Don't get me wrong young lovers, I don't want you to stop. I don't want you to change one little thing about you or what you do. I want you to continue, forever, just like your love. Would you be surprised to hear that every time I see you I smile and feel alive again? You are a reminder of my past and of times that are no more. Thank you young lovers for being you, for being a wonderful reminder of how precious each moment is and how we do not have enough time in our short, short lives to waste living in fear or in a shroud of cynicism.

Dear young lovers
I wish you all the best and though I know it won't last, a part of me still hopes that it does,
if not not for you, then for all of us.

matthew.

Friday, December 21, 2012

It's christmas time again.


I was going to start this blog with an unseasonal Bah! Humbug! But I won't. I do fear that I am but half a moment away from becoming that cranky old man in the cardigan, waving his walking stick menacingly and raving on about disrespect and how things were so much better in 'my day'. OK, maybe I'm not QUITE THAT bad, YET. I do really enjoy buying gifts for loved ones and this is the season to indulge. While things have been a little tight financially this year, that doesn't stop me from being able to share some lovely christmas things with you all:

Something kind of cruel but, some of it is so very, very funny! Parents intentionally giving their children crap presents and filming the reactions!

Jimmy Kimmel: I gave my kids a terrible present.


Part 2:



Something musical and Christmasy that I never get sick of:

The Pogues featuring Kirsty MacColl- 'Fairytale of New York'




Something to remind us of others that need our help:

A starved girl.

"There are about one billion people suffering from starvation in the world today. One in seven people doesn’t have enough nutritious food to eat and their bodies are literally feeding on themselves.
Here’s a basic overview of what happens when someone doesn’t have enough food. First, their bodies will use up energy stores in their muscles and fat. Once that’s depleted the body will feed on internal organs. Eventually the person will die from diseases because of their weakened body, or the organ failure from the starvation itself.
There are many horrible ways to die, but I can’t imagine many worse than having your body feed on itself.
I also can’t imagine what it must be like to watch your child succumb to starvation and be powerless to help them."

The above picture and quote was from http://saveonetoday.ca/. I do not know enough about this organisation to endorse them personally, but I do support any message that reminds us all of the plight of the less fortunate.


Lastly, something to fill our hearts and souls:

Ode to Joy- flash mob style:


Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and what ever your religious beliefs, may you be safe, warm, fed and content this festive season and beyond. May we all appreciate what we have and be thoughtful enough to share what we can with those that are less fortunate.

And for those that believe in 'Festivus', let the airing of  grievances begin!

warm wishes all round,
matthew schiavello.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

The good, the bad and the ugly: Feb 2012 (where for some reason, Death seems to feature).


The Good: Bored to Death.
As you may or may not know, I have a crush on John Kellogg Hodgman. This was indicated in a previous blog post which also had a Photoshopped image of my love and I. Just to be creepy (again).. here is my hubby John Hodgman and I, at my graduation (pic kindly 'taken' by my mate Ric):



Ok, so J.H. (ekk!! I just realised, This is the third straight man I have had a crush on who's initials are J.H.!),  Anyway enough about me, and more about the love of my life John Hodgman, who is in a great television program called 'Bored to Death'.. (If you haven't seen it, go straight to season 2). A mate of mine was recently fortunate enough to see season 3 of this American series and teasingly told me that J.H. 'gets it on with a man'!! I suspect it might just be a kiss, rather than full-blown 'let me take you to a special place' type intimacy.. still.. There is a God and my heart is a flutter.. because maybe, just maybe if his character in this TV series kisses a man on screen, then maybe my Hodgy Podgy (we are friends here, I feel I can share my love and I's pet names for each other), will turn gay, fly to Australia, somehow bump into me and then we live happily ever after behind our white picket fence.

If you are reading this my little Hodgy Podgy, you do know that I love you, but that facial hair you've recently been sporting?.. seriously? It has to go!


The Bad: Arguing with Death... well kind of.

I guess I could call it a result of living alone for so long, every now and then I find myself talking to myself out loud. This doesn't just take place at home, but also in public spaces such cafes and public transport.  So.. today I was showering, thinking about being forty (as you do) and how some people really hate aging and see forty as a death knell. I was thinking about how I like it and how we are all getting older and closer to death each moment... death could be a just heartbeat away, a blink, or much further off.. who can say?... So I suddenly think about death approaching me, and how I am feeling ok about it.. sure I want to live, but the next adventure lays ahead. .. and sure, maybe if I had someone special in my life, I wouldn't be feeling so 'ok' about it all. Anyway, as I am showering I start to imaging meeting death and chatting...My hands start to gesture (as they do when I am in conversation) and death tells me that it is not my time...
I reply 'really?.. well I am happy to go out on a high..seriously'.
Death thinks I'm a fool and says 'no you have to go back'..
"Well, I have had a bit of a crazy life and yeah things are much better now.. but if I go back are they going to stay good, or is there more crap to come.. cause I am over crap and drama?" I am not convinced that Death knows my story or what is best for me.
Death sighs heavily 'look, it's not your time, you need to go back'
'umm well if you want to swap for a while.. I mean you can go back as me and I can take you scythe and just do the whole reaper thing, that might be fun for a change, at least for a while.. you know there was that TV series 'dead like me'..?'
Even though death has no eye balls, I can tell he is rolling his eyes at me.. so like an idiot I take that as an invitation to continue...
"You know,  I can do the whole sneaking up on people, say something like daggy but cool, like Arnold Schwarzenegger does in his films and then 'scythe' them".. I even do the actions...
Again Death 'rolls his eyes'.. well he gives off the whole eye rolling vibe and exasperatedly says 'no'.
At this point I realise I am in the shower talking out loud to myself with hands gesturing madly. So I stop.

Maybe I have been living on my own for a little bit too long?

Speaking about Death, Neil Gaiman had an amazing comic called "The Sandman'. It ran from 1989-1996. In it 'Dream' a.k.a 'Morpheus' (as well as a host of other names) is part of a family called 'the endless'. His older sister is 'Death'. Death is a portrayed as cool, fun, perky and kind Goth-looking young woman.  According to Wikipedia "One day every century, Death lives (and dies) as a mortal, in order to understand the value of the life she takes. She does this by becoming a mortal fated to die that day."
Here are some pics of Neil Gaiman's Death. The top one is definitely drawn by Chris Bachalo, not sure about the others:






The Ugly: The Death Of Whitney Houston


 Some might say that the Whitney we knew died years ago, with substance use...I won't weigh in on that discussion, but rather will just acknowledge the death this past week of an artist who filled my early years with hope and happiness. Early in my record buying life, her debut LP was on my turntable often. In my bedroom I sang and performed the songs, escaping from the life we lived. 'How will I know', 'Saving all my love' and of course 'the greatest love of all'. With this last song, Whitney taught me that it didn't matter what anyone else thought, It only mattered what I thought about me. She helped get me through so much. So to you Whitney, thank you and may you rest in peace.

The greatest love of all:

"I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I live as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They can't take away my dignity
Because the greatest love of all
Is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all
Inside of me
The greatest love of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
It is the greatest love of all "



Find your strength in love
(find your strength in you).

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The dream

A few days back I posted a blog piece on the dilemma faced in being true to your ideals and values, while also having to pay the bills (The good, the bad and the ugly-november 2011). This is a dilemma I am facing and the night I posted the blog piece I asked for guidance to come to me in a dream.

The dream.... It was long, vivid and so real. I was looking at buying a house and came across a very large city apartment. My first impressions were 'no'.. not enough windows, it is claustrophobic, not what I am looking for.. and the outside traffic noise is very loud. But then I saw some good features; lots of cupboards and storage space (yes I am a practical gay man!), the rooms were very large, and location was convenient. Though it wasn't really what I wanted, I began to sell it to myself by focusing on the good points and how I do need a place to live and if I wait too much longer... then what?.... I might not find anything better etc... Then something odd happened, my friend Mark appeared. Mark was a dear friend who passed away five years ago this November. He was as always 'there for me' and here he was now accompanying me on a second trip to check out the apartment, where I seemed to be selling it to myself more and more... Mark stopped me and in a friendly and caring way he highlighted all of the negative aspects of the apartment and asked me why I was settling for it, when it was obviously not what I was looking for. I looked at Mark, his words of wisdom ringing in my ears and my folly slowly dawning on me. I was silent, thinking, staring ahead at Mark dressed in his handyman's overalls. The window behind him framed his kindly and unassuming stance. 'That is so you', I thought and then I found myself remembering how much he had been there for me in the past and how much we had loved each other. He was right and had told me what I knew but for some reason was scared to see. At that moment. the bright morning sun flooded in behind him, creating an angelic effect. He smiled in that warm, supportive way, never patronisingly, though he was often right and then he disappeared in the brightness.

I awoke with the word 'settling' in my mind and a lyric from Neko Case wafting through the air "...you thought that you could outrun sorrow... '. It all comes together now. Once more I settle out of fear. This isn't for me. It isn't terrible or wrong, but it is not inline with my values and ideals. I am just settling, because I do need to pay the bills and this was all that was there. I feared that if i didn't take it, nothing else would have come along. An image of trying to outrun something unseen or unknown is conjured... Sometimes fear stops us from waiting.  We take what we can to get us through, to survive..to outrun what is unknown, be it sorrow, pain, poverty.. the list goes on. But if we were to bravely wait...then what? Something better? Something marvelous or magnificent? What if this is the best there is? Or in thinking this, are we too scared to dream? Too fearful to realise our ideals?


Neko Case- 'Magpie to the morning'

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Life a new

It has been a while since I have been inspired to write anything 'humorous'. Through a series of events, to which there is no blame to attribute, I am now unemployed and living below the poverty line. This is not a cry for help, sympathy or alms, merely a statement.

In order to obtain financial assistance from the government, I have engaged with services and had all dignity stripped away by the people who were there to help me. I have to participate in 'job club' on  a weekly basis. 'What is job club?' I hear you ask, it is where a large group of us unemployed sit in a room looking for and applying for jobs, all under the close watch of case workers. Apparently they need to make sure that we 'do the right thing' and as such we can't be trusted to look for work from outside their offices (a case worker told me this). I can't help but wonder what type of a society treats it's less fortunate and unemployed like criminals.

My case worker treated me contemptuously from the moment we met...well, all up until the moment she realised I had supervised her in a previous role. Then she was sympathetic to my situation. This disappointed me greatly. All who walk through their doors should be treated with dignity and respect. 

This isn't a rant, I am simply sharing my experience. I am over feeling angry at how I have been treated. I am ready instead to live life a new. I am ready once more to live in hope.  Strangely, my creative side has blossomed since my circumstances have changed and I am making hand made photo-cards. I have some photos hanging in a gallery and I am playing and writing music again. Due to these experiences I have discovered a depth to my inner strength and resolve which I did not know existed. In an odd way, I am more confidant in myself. I am also getting better at putting my fear and anxiety to the side. Though my income barely covers my mortgage repayments, I am more accepting of where I am at, as I also accept that I am where I need to be, for what ever reason.  As I apply for work and live life a new, I am finding my happiness again. Everyday I am finding something to smile about.


Speaking of smiling, here is something beautiful and life affirming.....
It is a new track from  Bjork called 'moon'. It is off her new LP 'Biophilia', which has specially built apps for Apple's 'i' products (i-pads etc). According to Wikipedia there will be "around ten separate apps, all housed within one "mother" app. Each of the smaller apps will relate to a different track from the album, allowing people to explore and interact with the song's themes or even make a completely new version of them. It will also be an evolving entity that will grow as and when the album's release schedule dictates, with new elements added. Every app includes a game related to the song, the score of the song created by Björk and Jónas Sen, animations and a musical essay written by Nikki Dibben".
How exciting and how very Bjork!!! When I do start a new job, buying this album will be high on my 'to do list'!

Bjork- 'moon'.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Weeds: Life in the margins.

Weeds, we rarely notice them, except as an ugly reminder that our pristine lives are being invaded. That we are losing control over our front or back yards. I know I am guilty of often overlooking their beauty, cursing them to others and trying to get rid of them.

I am reminded that on their 2001 Lp ‘We love life’, Pulp had two songs called  ‘Weeds’ and ‘Weeds II (The origin of the species)’.  Singer Jarvis Cocker used the weeds as an analogy of us humans. Jarvis sang and spoke about us moving about into new areas, taking over, multiplying and displacing the native vegetation. He refers to 'smelly refugees' and I am left wondering if that is how we see refuges, as unwanted weeds spoiling our pristine gardens/land?

As Jarvis Cocker of Pulp said – ‘Bring your camera, take a photo of life on the margins’. As someone else said 'celebrate the beauty of diversity'.

Here is the beauty I noticed as I walked to a friends house for coffee late Friday afternoon: 

 





 





Wednesday, July 13, 2011

My first overseas trip: a year on- Hawaii and final thoughts.

Hawaii  13/07/2010 and final thoughts


I started my stay in Hawaii with a few days at a retreat on the Big Island. The ocean is across the road from the retreat and it is so quiet and peaceful. At night you can hear frogs and insects sing. I go to sleep with natures own symphony. The meals have Vegan and Gluten free options!!. On my first night here I went to a healing circle. The next day I had a Lomi Lomi Massage from a Hawaiian Shaman!! It was so relaxing.. This was the best idea after my hectic travel across the western globe... I also did something that I never thought I would do! I walked to a beach that had black sand and was 'clothing optional' beach.. I arrived and as I was the only one there that had swimming trunks on... I stripped off and swam naked in the ocean!!! WOW !!! I was a bit scared, but thought.. I will do something that I would not normally do... and it was liberating....  The surf was rough and a few times waves washed me under... but I was ok... I went back to my towel and lay naked in the sun and dried off... who would have ever thought!? (Fear not dear friends, it won’t be repeated).

Despite napping that afternoon, I went to slept early that evening! This time here has been about me catching my breath and catching up on the sleep I have missed. In essence this has been about me re-energising. Saturday morning I went on a tour to 2 places that are culturally significant here. One place was called ‘green lake’ and another I cannot recall but both places were so beautiful. I have thought about C in New York a few times and how lovely it would have been to not only get to know him more, but to also have him here in Hawaii. I am doing a little meditation here and feeling more centered. I walked out into nature and had a realisation that I was kind of wrong in thinking I would find something on my trip. It was never about finding any ‘thing’, instead it was about self-discovery. I feel empowered in the knowledge of who I am and what I am capable of. I feel strong and free and able to achieve anything. This was what was awaiting me.

Soon comes the time to leave the retreat and I spend my final night in Hawaii in Honolulu. Because it is quiet season I have a great hotel room for a very cheap price. I walked the streets of Honolulu in the evening, wearing my linen pants, campers and polo. I saw the tourist mecca that is Honolulu, all bright lights and crowds. I walked along the beach and did some shopping. I then ate at a 24 hour diner kind of place which had a karaoke bar next door. I was drawn in, so brought a beer and listened. The karaoke man was a hoot and liked to join in and badly sing back up from time to time. Two single singers teamed up on the spur of the moment and dueted on 'Suddenly, it was great!! Another highlight was this large, boring looking middle aged man singing some song that went- “I just came here to chill....there are no VIP's just you and me”... it was fantastic in its cheesy-ness !!! Talk about land of the free and home of the brave!!!
 
Pictorial intermission:

Green Lake, including rain and algae:

Black sand beach- clothing optional... yes this is the place: 

Hilo airport and the very comfy (& large) seats:

Oh yeah... fun for the whole family! So wrong, for so many reasons:


Holiday time means- Mai Tai time!


Final thoughts:


One thing that struck me about Hawaii was the number of indigenous people here. It is beautiful and they seem proud. There is a movement towards sovereignty as well- I will definitely support them! I reflect with sadness how own indigenous people are hidden, and are now a tiny percentage of the population. They are the traditional owners but are now displaced and largely viewed negatively. It is terrible. I can't help but feel really sad, a sadness that takes over... we have displaced a whole race of people... for our office blocks, and brunches and cafe lattes.. for our fancy cars, bank accounts and for the shallowness of modern life.... transient relationships, shallowness abounds, but have no fear for we are the victors, displacing the uncivilized and converting them to a life of modernity.. but what does that mean?.. our  civility seems only to extend to our peers, not to those deemed to be ‘beneath us’... wog, fag, dole bludger, no hoper, darkie, drug fucked...all hate filled labels, which in our civility we fail to see past…So much for modern life! Our gift to the displaced is our condescension and arrogance… but for now I'll pause and collect myself.. for I am off again.. railing against all, including myself.. 

One a brighter note.... I have Simon and Garfunkles 'Homeward bound' in my head... switching occasionally to 'the only living boy in new york'... the songs fill me with warmth...I am off home...not to cart luggage about, make connecting flights nor to take my shoes off to go through security checks and scanners. I am off home to the 112 tram, my friends and family, that which is familiar  and to my own home and bed.... I think of NY and I think of Billy Bragg’s "the saturday boy".. which I played on my flight... 'in the end it took me a dictionary, to find out the meaning of unrequited...., I  never understand my failings then.. and I hide my humble hopes now.... ' Lovely things happened in NY and perhaps they were meant to be for but for that short time. After feeling ugly and unwanted for so long, my New York experience has left me feeling that I am desirable.  I move forward knowing this. Soon I will arrive home with the gifts from my travels,
the realisation that we are as similar to each other as we are different. Kindness and generosity abound, and in giving and assisting without expectation we all make the world a better place. I reflect upon my gift from Hawaii in particular, where the power of the land was tangible and cut through me. Allowing me to see what I always was, but which I never nurtured or realised till now. 

What a momentous, amazing and most beautiful six weeks!



 
Life is a series of adventures and misadventures, It is experience and learning,
a continual class room, where we are both teacher and student, where we seek and share. Life is complex and yet simply 'is'. It is around us and in us. It is us and them and that over there. Life is in the breath of the dying and in the newborns first inhalation... life never stops. It doesn’t judge or expect, it just is. Life is bigger than you and then it is you.

Life is magnificent.

Life is beautiful.


Thank you for sharing my journey.
 
matthew laurence schiavello.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

My first overseas trip: a year on- New York pt 2

New York   07/07/2010 Pt 2
 My third day in New York saw me awake to more hot weather. I decided to go on a tour of the water. We went under the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges and I saw the Statue of Liberty.  Afterwards I took a cab to the Guggenheim museum. By this stage I was ready to brave the N.Y. subway and caught a train downtown. Where I went to ‘Shoe mania’ trying to track down some mythical cheap Campers...but they no longer stock them. After settling for some other cheap sneakers, I headed back to the hotel where a message from ‘C’ was waiting for me. I was excited! I did not think he would call. We made plans and met for dinner...
 
Dinner with C was lovely, he is a sweet and handsome man, very deep and a good hearted person. If he was at home in Melbourne, I would ask him on a date every night and would love to get to know him more. We walked after dinner, and then caught a cab to another bar where we talked at length and with great honesty, there was no judgment…after this we ended up at a gay bar which had great indie music playing. I wanted to kiss C, but I didn’t want to spoil the night and have him reject my kiss or me. The Smiths 'A rush and a push' came on... I looked across at C, we were silent and seemed to be taking in each other in, wondering... I sang along to Morrissey ... 

'They said ‘There's too much caffeine In your bloodstream and a lack of real spice In your life’ ....Oh, but don't mention love I'd hate the strain of the pain again.. A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours, It has been before, So it shall be again.  And people who are uglier than you and I, they take what they need, and just leave...’.
 I was inspired! I will take what I want.....this was the moment, I leaned in and we kissed. It was as lovely, soft and sensual as he was. It was better than I thought it might be. Our lips lingered, savoring the moment. We separated and then leaned in again to kiss, just to be sure. Yes, he is a lovely kisser and Yes, If he was back home, I would ask him out every night on a date. I wondered if I would ever see him again, if not I will always have the kiss we shared in a bar in New York....

So far i have left a part of myself behind in Como, namely my eco-soap and shampoo, My heart was left in Germany, as was part of my tooth. I left lots of sweat behind as I made my escape from Milan. Paris has my blood thanks to many bed bugs and I have now left behind a lovely man in New York...

The next day was my last in New York. I met with Loretta's cousin M, who is a playwright and also works with school kids assisting and helping them write and have their own plays performed. He is an amazing man, and as generous and kind as his cousin Loretta. I had a great time! M gave me a guided walking tour. He talked of the changing nature of downtown, of China town and the local and modern history. We ate, walked in the heat, stopped for juice and then walked over the Brooklyn Bridge!!! It is one of the most beautiful bridges I have ever seen. The views from it are amazing. M also shared his personal story of 9/11 and it really brought home what happened, so different from just watching the news stories. I became a bit teary hearing it. Soon our day was done and like a gentleman, M saw me back to my hotel. What a great time I had in NY!!! Nothing like I expected and a place I would gladly go back to again...
 
Hawaii is next, via an overnight stop in Los Angeles. On the plane to Los Angeles LCD Soundsystem’s track "New York I love you" came on the discman . Despite their love of NY, it was bringing them down. This was not the case for me, instead N.Y. lifted me up. The track "all my friends" came on... 'I wouldn't change one stupid decision' sang out and it reflected exactly how I felt. Despite a few dramas and problems, it has been a wonderful trip and I wouldn’t have changed anything.
 

Next: Hawaii!!

Images from the river cruise:

Empire State building looms in the background (to the right):

Manhattan Bridge:

For some reason, some of the below pictures kind of look like they were painted:










Brooklyn Bridge:






Fire escapes: 


Walking over the amazing Brooklyn Bridge: