The original poetic essay was titled “A Generational-Digital Diatribe: Still, Don’t Be Afraid to Pet the Dinosaur.” The first creative bump in the road arose when I realized a 60+ year old brain was balking at memorizing all those words for a video shoot. Fortunately, my video guy agreed and a shorter, more rant than rap version became the goal. This direction was echoed by a colleague and partner of a future “Bridging High Tech and Human Touch” (HT2) Workshop after receiving strong feedback for my 2.5 minute videos.
(Here are the links:
3 Steps to Overcome
Procrastination Video -- http://vimeo.com/73783964
Shrink Rap Video Link: https://vimeo.com/69053828)
Around this time I also caught a Van
Gogh exhibit in Washington, DC at the small and intimate Phillips Museum. A recent major snowstorm had thinned the
crowds, allowing me to get “up close and personal” with the masterworks. The show was called “Repetitions”. This was the artist’s term for the
differences now captured on a studio canvas when, for example, Van Gogh reimagined
and reimaged a painting originally executed outdoors. Hey, if Vincent could dip into his own
working wellspring and not be derivative…the Doc had a pass to re-(w)rap. The piece below, isn’t quite Resiliency
Rap-lite, but it is a bit more pithy and punchy.Shrink Rap Video Link: https://vimeo.com/69053828)
A final voice contributed to the “Rap to Rant to Manifesto” expansion of the poetic essay. A friend and colleague, Teresa, after reading my latest “rant” version, gave a complex review: she very much liked the lyric but had wanted the piece to end on a “more positive”, more hopeful note. In addition, having previously consulted with this savvy grant writing consultant, Teresa was familiar with my “Mentoring-Gentoring” concept. She thought a link with my generation-bridging concept was in order. Initially, I was a bit hard-headed, explaining that the videographer and I wanted the Stress Doc, like Martin Luther, to list our protestations of a present day Golden Calf: the blind, obsessive, and/or impulsive worship of a digital-social media society. However as it turned out, my thick skull proved pliable: that night, at 4am, I saw and worked out the “pass in the impasse”: It’s a Rap: A “Mentor-Gentor” Manifesto for Bridging the Generational-Digital Divide. (It appears in Part II.)
And an additional piece of lagniappe: During my early morning, somewhat manic musings, I discovered my inner Robert Zimmerman. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that I’m currently reading a fascinating biography: Once Upon a Time: The Lives of Bob Dylan, by Ian Bell and have been playing my Dylan CDs. Read and listen for the “Dylanesque” touches in Part II, especially the closing segment.
So enjoy the first part of this creative evolution. To good adventures,
Mark
stressdoc@aol.com
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Generational-Digital Diatribe: Part -- l
Still, Don’t Be Afraid to Pet the Dinosaur
The digital world is moving too fast.
You think it’s funny…we’ll see who laughs last.
Beware…despite all the
battles and scars
Us dinosaurs lived for
millions of years.
Remember, the past ain’t
over…it’s not even past!
So says acclaimed
author, one William Faulkner.
We’re all caught up in a TNT World –
Excited by Time-Numbers-Technology
Doesn’t take a degree in psychology…
To see many spinning out of control
Madly juggling work-life and family goals.
So little time for sleeping in bed when
Trapped in that 3-D
– Driven-Distracted-Disruptive
– World Wide Web!
Where everything happens or is expected RIGHT NOW!
Don’t have a cow…better to confess:
Don’t have a cow…better to confess:
Is it a shame:
when “doing more with less” only means more techno-stress?
Is it a game:
when the media-video scene turns
you “lean and MEAN?”
What is the frame: a time of breakthroughs or more a time for breakdown?
In this Present Shock world…please don’t be blue:
I’ve got some Stress Doc Poetic Shock Therapy for
you!
Let’s begin with this Generational Divide
It sure has taken me for a ride.
Let’s begin with this Generational Divide
It sure has taken me for a ride.
OK, I’m the tortoise; the Gens are the hare
They’re always racing…but why and to where?
Of course, with a smart phone ever-plugged to their
ear.
And those short cut acronyms…geez, what a crock
My poor old English teach…the last I looked, still in anaphylactic shock!
Twitter, apps, Instagrams, come on, what’s next?
It used to be “Safe Sex,” now it’s Practice Safe Text!
Let me ask… When were you born:
Before or after the Net Age dawned?
Why do I care?
It’s red-state/blue-state warfare out there –
“Internet Immigrants vs. Internet Natives,” one
tech expert called it.
My label: It’s the battle of the Dinos vs. the Digits
Dinos and Digits, each gives me the fidgets
Digits and Dinos, they both can be whinos!
Be honest: it doesn't make you moan
That these Digits won’t talk on the phone?
You want to connect – Text! Text! Text!
When I was growing up, someone “all thumbs” was
a clod
Today you’re a whiz kid….that doesn’t seem odd?
Yet you’re also a leper with status that’s
brittle
With a smart phone lacking the right apps and
whistles.
Here’s the sad truth: Life can be tough
When you’re smart phone just ain’t quite smart
enough!
Now a conflict with a colleague, just two doors or cubes away
Now a conflict with a colleague, just two doors or cubes away
Sparking Dirty Harry fantasies…Go ahead, make my day!
Forget about walking down the hall or aisle
Just put on that mask with a toxic smile.
No need for a word; fire away on that "killer"
keyboard.
When the “e” in email stands for “escape”
Just blast that e-rocket fueled by sour grapes.
Be honest, when I hear that whistle:
Are you sending an e-mail or launching an e-missile?
Who needs to be civil when you’re invisible?
Technical efficiency trumps dignity and empathy
With “tough guy or tough gal” anonymity!
Turn smoldering anger on a foe or stranger:
You’re livin large on the safe edge of danger.
So “talk thumb trash” and bully; “be happy,
don’t worry”…
Having an avatar means never being sorry.
Okay, three hundred emails are screaming
Forget about thinking…your brain is exploding
Out of the box...perhaps it's time for Cyber Detox?
Out of the box...perhaps it's time for Cyber Detox?
Well at least it’s not PTSD; more PTDS:
Post-Technological
Deluge Stress!
Dinos and Digits, there’s got to be limits
Digits and Dinos…the fate of White Rhinos?
Hey, if you’ve grooved with this Shrink Rap ™ chant…
Stay tuned for Part II of Resiliency Rant.
Just so you’ll know…be ready for “The Manifesto.”
© Mark Gorkin 2014
Shrink Rap ™ Productions
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Mark Gorkin, MSW, LICSW, "The
Stress Doc" ™, a
Licensed Clinical Social Worker, is a national keynote and webinar speaker and
"Motivational Humorist & Team Communication Catalyst" known for
his interactive, inspiring and FUN programs for both government agencies
and major corporations. A training and Critical
Incident/Grief Intervention Consultant for the National EAP/Wellness Company,
Business Health Services in Baltimore, MD, the Doc also leads “Stress,
Team Building and Humor” programs for various branches of the Armed
Services. Mark, a former Stress and Violence Prevention Consultant for
the US Postal Service, is the author of Resiliency Rap, Practice Safe Stress, and of The Four
Faces of Anger. See his award-winning, USA Today Online "HotSite" – www.stressdoc.com
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