Social Distancing - Stay Away

I'm away from home, in my 'happy place' and I can't imagine a better place to be isolated. We travelled before the current restrictions and hope we can get home again as planned. We are taking our situation one day at a time.

Social distancing is taken very seriously. Streets are quiet as people stay in more than usual. Shops are allowing only two customers inside at a time and floor markings are in place to remind us what safe spacing is. People are half-hidden behind scarves or medical face masks. I'm reassured by all measures being taken and, of course, include myself.  Staff remain friendly and helpful. No one is offended by requests to pay 'contactless' or by staff sanitizing their hands after taking cash. Necessary safe-guards, in place and working well.

It wasn't like this at home before we left, at least not in town. It may be different now, but not everyone was taking notice of social distancing which made it a wasted effort for those like me trying to maintain space. Stock-piling had created shortages and made shopping for essentials harder for everyone. Tempers were frayed. I hope it isn't the same when we return.

At work, a member of the public shouted at me and accused me of not listening when I was doing my best to hear him across a two metre distance,  with a telephone ringing and a patient being called over the Tannoy.

The situation is bringing out the best and the worst in people. I hope that there is more of the best and social distancing has the desired effect to keep us safe.

Here's a haiku:

Keep your distance, please.
I'm in my personal space,
You must stay in yours.

Thanks for reading, keep safe, Pam x

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Masks

If you've ever worked in retail or any environment with an emphasis on customer service, you can probably tell where I'm going with this post. Masks are what we wear when we serve the public, a face we put on to look professional.

What I find fascinating is that the masks tend to usually be the same. Friendly demeanour, just wants to get the job done. It’s almost as if it comes as part of the uniform.

I feel the presence of this metaphorical mask at work myself. When I see people I know come through, slipping into friendly dialogue doesn’t come instantly — it feels like I have to put a conscious effort to snap out of the persona I’ve placed on myself to be sociable. It’s strange.

So anyway, enough rambling — here’s a poem reflecting on the idea of masks.

Masks

Into shops we shuffle,

our wallets on a binge

for comfort foods stocked by

skin stuffed with porcelain

Found amidst the checkouts,

where time loses its pace

a figure stands, eyelashes

all ribboned up with lace

Words are always spoken

but the mask is hot with day

or night, it matters not

the sentence stays the same

 

Thanks for reading, Dean.

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Literary Masks

I suppose everyone is familiar with the concept of the pseudonym - a fictitious name used by e.g. an author to conceal his/her identity for whatever reason. In less emancipated times, women often resorted to writing under a male 'pen' name (Mary Anne Evans as George Eliot for example) because they thought it was the only way they would get their work published or taken seriously. Vladimir Nabokov considered publishing Lolita under a pseudonym because of the 'risque' nature of the storyline.

Nowadays  authors who write in more than one genre (crime, magic realism, science-fiction) sometimes choose to publish the different styles of writing under different names - Joanne Rowling/Robert Galbraith, Isaac Asimov/Paul French, Agatha Christie/Mary Westmacott. A pseudonym is a literary mask.

The prolific American author Dean Koontz is believed to have used up to ten pseudonyms and I thought that was quite some maskery until recently, when I stumbled upon the legacy of the Portuguese author, critic, philosopher and poet Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935).

Pessoa did more than use pseudonyms to mask his true identity as a writer. He elevated the entity to the level of literary creation in itself and way before Koontz had racked up ten pen names, Pessoa had devoted his life to creating over eighty literary alter-egos! He called them heteronyms rather than mere pseudonyms for they were aliases in much more than name. He gave them all meticulously detailed backgrounds: a biography, physical description, psychological traits, political and religious persuasions and other idiosyncrasies. He even made some of them related to others and described their relationships. There were poets, philosophers, working men, doctors, commercial travellers, cross-word enthusiasts, even a 19-year-old female hunchback. Over his lifetime he proceeded to write individual works in the characters of these heteronyms, mostly never published. 25,000 pages of manuscript were discovered in a trunk after his death.

He once commented thus in quite moving terms on the nature of shyness and masquerade:
“Masquerades disclose the reality of souls. As long as no one sees who we are, we can tell the most intimate details of our life. I sometimes muse over this sketch of a story about a man afflicted by one of those personal tragedies born of extreme shyness who one day, while wearing a mask I don’t know where, told another mask all the most personal, most secret, most unthinkable things that could be told about his tragic and serene life. And since no outward detail would give him away, he having disguised even his voice, and since he didn’t take careful note of whoever had listened to him, he could enjoy the ample sensation of knowing that somewhere in the world there was someone who knew him as not even his closest and finest friend did. When he walked down the street he would ask himself if this person, or that one, or that person over there might not be the one to whom he’d once, wearing a mask, told his most private life. Thus would be born in him a new interest in each person, since each person might be his only, unknown confidant.”

Pessoa (the name means person in Portuguese) achieved the trick of almost disappearing behind his eighty masks. In fact, as the naval engineer and Portuguese man-of-the-world Alvaro de Campos wrote: "Fernando Pessoa, strictly speaking, doesn't exist." De Campos was - of course - just one of the eighty alter-egos of his most enigmatic creator!

There's no poem from me today, as I'm down in London for the week-end. However, Pessoa penned this rather complex sonnet on theme, so I'll leave you to read and mull over its meaning:

Sonnet VIII
How many masks we wear, and undermasks,
Upon our countenance of soul, and when,
If for self-sport the soul itself unmasks,
Knows it the last mask off and the face plain?
The true mask feels no inside to the mask
But looks out of the mask by co-masked eyes.
Whatever consciousness begins the task
The task's accepted use to sleepness ties.
Like a child frighted by its mirrored faces,
Our souls, that children are, being thought-losing,
Foist otherness upon their seen grimaces
And get the whole world on their forgot causing;
And, when a thought would unmask our soul's masking,
Itself goes not unmasked to the unmasking.

                                                              Fernando Pessoa

Thanks for reading, whoever you are, S ;-)

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