(Maradona also had an anticlimactic style wherein he basically just rolled the ball into the net after fooling the goalie - no rocket shots into upper corners, nothing like that at all.) It might as well have been the top 10 shoe-lace-tyings, but I am SURE that anybody who tuned in for any part of that just HAD to watch the rest of it. imagine the intensity! that's sarcasm by the way. Next was a top 10 countdown (you're probably having the same initial thought that crossed my mind: 'sweet lets see some bicycle-kick goals or hand-of-god replays or something' - but no. mostly just tumbling around and screaming and complaining when the offenders weren't sent off (complete with some slow-motion replays of the more hideous ones.
The highlights were: first, Maradona getting fouled. If anyone needs to put old #10's status in context, look no further. Yesterday I watched some Diego Maradona highlights. Must we constantly ask questions of the abyss to give our stories their potency and poetry? Will we force our new myhtology our of half-truths and transparent temporary-ism? I have no idea. Will we have to look at our past, present and future through this lens? There is a fear there for me - the fear of not having a mythology. Will we ask questions based on the nature of the question itself or based on the firmamant of our mythology. The stories and processes we revert to inately are going to come from this reality. So from here we start building, cultivating the essence of our idyllic foundation. Judas has no Messiah to betray and instead just drives a bus and wears dark sunglasses at all hours of the day. Elliot's "Unreal City?" (remembering always, of course, that "unreal" does not mean "weird," "different" or "amazing" but somehow quintessentially "not real.") Is the new mythology born from stacked and compressed psyches, bombarded on all fronts by enough physical stimuli to drive an insane man sane? The new Perseus is the man born on an electromagnetic current, every particle in his body vibrating with bouncing sound waves and premeated by cell-phone radiation. There are stories and ideals and archetypes - some with well-honed and inherent lessons, some useless (which is equally important in a comprehensive mythology I think).
There is a prostrate, homgonized asthetic to the tenement, the slum, the Upper East Side, the suburb. Maybe it was Charles Dickens - philosopher ahead of his time. But is that where we are going? From the pastoral heartland of self-sustenance to the stacked apartments (even tenements) where corporations provide food and lawmakers stop trying to legislate morality? Hmm. There is no main street anymore, that mythology (recently corporatized and politicized by the GOP) is only half-relevant to a certain minority who refuse to call cities and African American neighborhoods "real America." Joel Klein of TIME magazine postulates that the Sarah Palin phenomenon was born from this myth steeped in our heritage (Thomas Jefferson's yeoman farmer etc.) and that Barack Obama's story has yet to climb to the heights of myhtology and true archetypal, pseudo-spiritual relevance. As a generally liberal-minded, intellectual North American where is my mythology? People tell me the ideal essence of my country is the famous "immigrant factory-worker-turned-CEO" but today I am pretty sure nobody even wears bootstraps. What is it to grow up in a culture without a relative mythology? There is a fear there for me, to say the least - even the vagabond has a idyll to fall back on.
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