Heath Ledger Wins Golden Globe And Continues To Ignite
Last night, Heath Ledger won a Golden Globe, but this is not about that. This is about the contradiction inside all of us and that old tenacious rage to burn down the confines of stasis and be something more or less - to just be, seemingly no matter what it is, Something Else.
This dual image of Ledger stopped me cold. This handsome, contented young man juxtaposed by his startling representation of maniacal insanity. These are just two of his faces. How many more did he have? Don't get me wrong. I'm no Heath Ledger worshipper. I don't toss around the genius word as if it's applicable to every flash of brilliance. But I do admit to hearing the news of his passing last January and thinking gently and slowly, like an old woman soulfully pierecd by yet another indication of impermanence, "Oh no. Why? Why did you go up in flames, Heath Ledger?"
It's well documented that Ledger was having difficulty sleeping, sometimes only two hours a night. But make no mistake. You don't mix oxycodone, hydrocodone, diazepam, temazepam, alprazolam, and doxylamine all in the name of getting some shut-eye. The insomnia does arouse interest, though. Makes me wonder. Does not being able to sleep indicate some need of the dark?
Does the dark come get you?
Instead of conceptualizing addiction as some complex issue of brain physiology, a disease, and/or a moral issue, thereby abstracting it into some incomphrehensible topic for the experts, we might be better served by personifying it and investigating how it works in our lives, in the lives we actually live. I nominate Ledger's Joker for the new personified face of addiction.
Let's imagine there's a Joker jangling around inside each of us. What does he want? Why, in the midst of all our constructive actions, in spite of the lives we try to build, does that alien figure emerge in the dark and make so many messes? Stay with me. Maybe you're not swallowing handfuls of opiates and tranquilizers. Maybe you're not engaging in compulsive anonymous sex. Ever been to Vegas? No. Of course not. These sound like problems all those other people have. Those weak-willed Jokers with no self-control.
It's January 12th. How are those New Year's resolutions panning out for you?
What could it possibly mean that we break promises we make... to ourselves? I have promised myself not to eat that, to go to the gym, to keep that money in my pocket because I'm saving it for something more cautious and prudent.
What does the Joker want? He is averse to any rational explanation. He knocks down everything we think we want with the wave of his hand. And then? Then he laughs.
The treatment of addiction has come a long way since 1935. Thank you Bill Wilson and Dr. Bob Smith. Thank you for some vital steps down the path. But lately all our efforts have been geared toward brain chemistry and a trained eye on neurotransmission; we're using the very precise tools of the same rationality that the Joker defies.
These disciples of Science could all stand to gain some insight from Alfred's attempt to explain the Joker to Batman: "Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."
What stake do we have in watching the world burn? What stake do we have in jumping in that fire ourselves?
Congratulations, Heath Ledger. Rest In Your Fire.
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Brilliant and thought provoking as always.
Posted by: Kat | January 12, 2009 at 01:29 PM
My God, that close-up face is haunting. I loved Ledger as the Joker and as a non-crazed fan, was of course sad to learn he had passed away. Tragic and common, as you said.
Posted by: Hilary | January 12, 2009 at 01:39 PM
Damn, man. Good stuff.
Posted by: BaltimoreGal | January 12, 2009 at 03:49 PM
I had to comment on this. It is just brilliant.
Posted by: NotAMeanGirl | January 12, 2009 at 04:22 PM
I have to echo the "thought provoking" sentiment. Wow, just wow.
Posted by: Chibi Jeebs | January 12, 2009 at 04:58 PM
beautifully put, man.
Posted by: Sweetney | January 12, 2009 at 05:53 PM
Okay, I'll say it:
Heavy post, BHJ -- WHY SO SERIOUS??!!!!
A HA HAHA AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
Posted by: DavidS | January 12, 2009 at 06:15 PM
"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with" Are you describing addicts or religious fanatics?
Posted by: lolismum | January 12, 2009 at 11:14 PM
"Rest In Your Fire."
You can totally write about big-boobied cafeteria workers next week. Big boobs have their place but this.. this is stunning.
Posted by: sweetsalty kate | January 13, 2009 at 12:09 AM
Excellent post. Thank you for this.
Posted by: Holly | January 13, 2009 at 09:45 AM
Lolismom, I think part of the point is that it's not just drugs, or sex, or alcohol that people become addicted to. Anything that plays to that little Joker inside of us can become addictive. Anything that let's us excuse ourselves from the reality of our consequences can become addictive.
Posted by: Accidental Housewife | January 13, 2009 at 11:10 AM
Interesting and insightful.
Posted by: Maasikas | January 15, 2009 at 05:48 AM
You made Five Star Friday!
http://www.fivestarfriday.com/2009/01/five-star-friday-edition-37.html
Posted by: BaltimoreGal | January 16, 2009 at 01:00 PM
okay, i guess i need to give my "five star friday" back now. because, yeah.
Posted by: Father Muskrat | January 16, 2009 at 08:40 PM
Long Live the Fame of Heath Ledger!!!!!
Posted by: Prem | January 19, 2009 at 02:54 AM