I think anyone who reads this thread realizes that someone so filled with thought must be a loner of sorts. The thinking and wondering in my head is not normal. I realized when I was a little kid that I understood a lot more than others.
I think it is clear that I have Bankster genes and blood in me. My mom was from Hong King, and she must of come from an influential family because she was educated. This is where I suppose where my Bankster blood came from. My mother was a looker, and this also supports the privilege her family enjoyed.
Zaa-Zaa Gabor once said, “No rich man is ugly.” Here in New York I see the correlation between wealth and good looks. The women are stunning here.
Paula Deitz, the Editor of “The Hudson Review,” a highly influential literary journal, gave me a piece of advice, what is the better story and more interesting is not what happened to you as a child, but the more interesting story is the man that grew from that childhood.
This was/is wonderful advice, and I shared this with Moon Unit Zappa who just finished a memoir of her childhood.
I kinda had the honor of having a 2 1/2 hour breakfast with her and the others in a quiet more personal setting. The dinner the night before was loud. A solo guitar player played Jazz, as 100 people chattered. Not the best place or time to have intimate conversation.
I was moved, deeply moved, by the offer of assistance in getting back into writing, but I would later learn that is not my focus or goal. Moon got to know me enough to see that my story was best “performed.”
Hmmm…
So here I am retired, free from work, where every day is a Saturday. Growing up and getting here was a long journey. Mellissa Newman and Moon both came from celeb families, and I started my life in Foster Care and poverty. It was an interesting situation having a noisy dinner and a quiet breakfast sharing backgrounds.
So today I narcissistically am thinking who I might have become if I did not have to fight disadvantages early in life. What if I had privilege and entitlement, or even a middle class head start.
At breakfast I said something rather profound, and it came off as a bit of a performance. I forgot what triggered a powerful strong response, but I think it was RAF (short for Rafael) ask some question that involved having a rough and tough childhood.
I explained that I was a 13 year old kid that came home to live with my father after being a decade away in Foster Care. It was then I was emersed in poverty and totally overwhelmed. I knew depression, and to fight my depression I got angry and aggressive. Later in life I learned to harness my anger as a super power, and then I learned to channel it into the arts.
Then I said, I became superhuman, with more sensitivity, more understanding, more feeling, and having just about more capacity than anyone. I guess I never realized this and it kinda came out at this breakfast as a bit of an epiphany unrehearsed.
So today I think about the gifts I have/posses.
My second oldest brother graduated high school in 1968, and he got a full scholarship to Brooklyn College. After a year he decided to escape poverty and took the test to get into the Nuclear Program in the U.S. Navy, and then got accepted. Pretty much you have to have the aptitude and intelligence to get accepted.
He saved his salary and invested in electronic communication companies before there were cell phones, and it didn’t take long for hime to become very wealthy.
Not everyone in my family was gifted like my second oldest brother, but I am. We are both Capricorns.
I was perhaps 15 or 16 when I got offered a Commission in the U.S. Coast Guard Academy. I took the PSAT and scored in the top 5 percentile in the math, science and mechanical reasoning. Pretty much gifted.
But I knew myself, I was an angry disturbed kid, and a military institution would be a bad fit for me. I was mucho crazy back then. My dad was 67 when I was just 13, so pretty much I grew up on my own and had to fend for myself.
Other people later told me I threw away an Ivy League education. I would of gotten an Engineering Degree and would of start out as an officer upon graduation. Oh-well.
Then in art school I really stood out. Pretty much I had what it took. One mistake I did was get married, and pretty much not moving into NYC to be in the scene. Ivan Karp the owner of OK Harris Gallery on West Broadway wanted to represent me, but I took insult of the criticism that I had too many ideas and needed to commodify my work.
So I wonder about what if I got to attend Bread Loaf Writer’s Conference instead of getting short listed in case someone cancelled and could not attend. What if my story got published in the Hudson Review after getting approved by Paula Deitz the Editor. Understand that my story got rejected by a review board.
I am not bitter, but pretty much I know all about the gate-keeping. I feel like John Goodman who after the Roseanne scandal was asked about loosing the opportunity of ever getting an Academy Award, and his response was, “I’ve been nominated 6 or 7 times, and If I have not won the award by now, it will never happen. I’m cool with that.”
John Goodman showed a lot of dignity. I appreciate his sentiment, I admire his honesty, and I understand how one can get use to getting close again and again, but no cigar.
At this point, what is the point. “Oh-well,” I say, and I can be a better man.
I had asked myself about the deeper meaning of the chance dinner and then the quiet intimate 2 1/2 hour breakfast.
Did you ever hear that Neil Young song “The Loner?” Hard not to feel separate from others growing up the way I did. Anyways I’m kinda proud that I can express myself here.
As a kid, I grew up alone.
Cal