Married at Last

I have just received a letter confirming that I am now married. It arrived while my husband and I were travelling on a holiday, which sort of made that trip our second—or third, depending on what you count—honeymoon. It all feels a bit anticlimactic; there was no big ceremony, we didn’t get to invite all our friends and relations, we just filled in a form requesting that our civil partnership be commuted to marriage and handed it in at the registry office.

Things have changed a lot during my lifetime. When we first made a commitment to each other in 1982 we would not have believed that one day we would be married officially. Not to mention that being gay was illegal during the first twelve years of my life. We said we don’t need an official sanction for our relationship, but that may have been making virtue out of necessity rather than anything.

Acceptance was not easy during the early eighties, and old attitudes still linger on; the struggle for equal marriage has been very tortuous. When the law for civil partnerships was debated in the parliament, some MP’s used extremely demeaning and provocative language. For me there was no doubt that the civil partnership was meant as an inferior sort of union and not as a real step towards equality. I had to do some research for an appropriate verb to use in connection of civil partnership. Even that shows how awkward the whole idea was: I always used to say we ‘got married’ until now when we really are married.

That was perhaps the main reason that I was not immediately ready to take that step, though I have to admit that when my partner and I did enter a civil partnership, it simplified our life together. We didn’t need to explain anything when we were officially hitched. Still there was never really any doubt in my mind that what we really wanted was to be married. Period. No half baked civil partnership, but there seemed to no chance of that happening in Finland.

No political coalition government wanted to take on the issue, and when a number of MPs floored an initiative, it was buried in a committee. When a citizen’s initiative for marriage equality was put forward, I signed to support it, though I was rather skeptical on its possibility of being passed—no citizen’s initiative had done that to date—but it came to vote and passed to law.

Before the law came to force a new citizen’s initiative to overturn marriage equality was put forward and taken to vote. It was overturned and the equal marriage was kept in force. The most important lesson from that vote in my mind is how strongly the present government supports equality: of the cabinet ministers only three voted in parliament for marriage equality. The rest, including Prime Minister Sipilä, voted against.

Though I am glad that I can now say my husband and I are married, it took us over thirty years to accomplish something that has been a matter of course for most people. And if you ask what is our wedding anniversary, it is the date of our commitment in 1982.

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Fragments from a Travel Journal

fatigue overwhelms
our bags waiting by the door
tomorrow we leave

a cramped meal of
chicken over Siberia
eight hours on a plane

mighty spire of glass
looking down on old houses
sunset over Bund

loud music greets us
male couples twirl round the hall
we don’t have the moves

boats on rainy lake
mountains shrouded in the mist
office towers too

this museum has
so many things of interest
my feet are hurting

people kneel in prayer
tourists jostling for photos
buddha looks smiling

taxi through quiet city
nothing remains but airport
return to dreary

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Tom and Boom

I live in Finland. Right now Tom of Finland is the thing. He seems to be everywhere: in stamps, bath towels, postcards. There is an exhibition of his works, two movie projects, and at least one play based on his life. Therefore l shoudn’t have been surprised when I saw the ad for am internet casino bearing the name of Tom’s Casino, complete with one of Tom’s images.

This boom of interest in Tom and his work is both gratifying and a bit disconcerting. Gratifying because it highlights the change in public attitudes that has happened during my life. Back in the eighties when I was a student of Art History Tom’s works were dismissed as irrelevant to the art world and culture out side the gay subculture.

But it is disconcerting because all the attention starts to feel like exploitation. I am not sure if Tom would have enjoyed all this attention. During his lifetime he didn’t want to have an exhibition in Finland.

Take the online Casino. What possible connection there is between Tom or his work and an online casino? Gambling and casinos don’t feature in his work, nor are they really a part of the kind of Gay culture that Tom celebrated, so seeing his drawing on the casin’s ad leaves just the feeling of being ripped off.

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Fanfiction

Imagination is a creative force that comes from the individual soul; fantasy is a non-creative force, it comes from the imagination of others. – Iris Murdoch

When I came across the quote from Iris Murdoch, I found it confusing: Isn’t fantasy a product of individual imagination? How is fantasy less creative than other type of imagination? Perhaps she is referring to fantasy as a literary genre? Either way it doesn’t make much sense to me. You could equally well say that all literature comes from the imagination of others—unless you are the author, of course.
And imagination, well it may come from within, but it is no island; imagination feeds on what we learn from stories and experience. Inspiring fiction, fantasy or otherwise, incites the imagination and makes readers fantasize about the characters and situations in the story and even write about the characters. And I’m not just thinking of those steamy scenes between Frodo and Sam. Some of the fan fiction is really good and original.

The line is quite blurred anyway; take The Seven Percent Solution. Nicholas Meyer uses characters and situations—Holmes cocaine addiction— from the Sherlock Holmes canon and provides an alternative story for the period between Holmes supposed death and reappearance.  The end result is both true to the original stories and a creative in its own right. Another example of literary fan fiction is Philip Jose Farmer, who wrote Tarzan Alive: A Definitive Biography of Lord Greystoke as well as using Sherlock Holmes in his other works.

Even the Bard took inspiration from other people’s stories and characters: the story of Romeo and Juliet to take just one example was told by others before him, but Shakespeare added his own touch and some twists to make the story truly immortal. And Shakespeare’s play has of course been inspiring number of others, like Laurents, Bernstein and Sondheim, who created the musical West Side Story.

I could go on and on presenting respectable authors who have been borrowing characters and situations from others, but I think this is enough to show that borrowing from other people’s imagination can be quite as creative as using your own.  I’m inclined to agree with Neil Gaiman that playing with other people’s ideas and work is a perfectly valid way to make art.

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About Style

Style: What is it? No matter how hard I strive to achieve a sense of style in my writing, it seems to be so close yet remain just outside my grasp. Therefore I grasped eagerly Steven Pinker’s ‘Sense of Style’; finally someone who could go deeper than listing punctuation rules and word usage guidelines. Over the time I have seen many of those and, apart from keeping my punctuation straight, learned very little about style.

Wordiness has never been my problem, I think, but rather the opposite. Especially in my professional writing I, like everybody else, will skip details that are unimportant for me. Pinker calls this the Curse of Knowledge: We are unable to imagine how it is like for someone else who doesn’t know what we know. Therefore we do not provide all the necessary details or steps for the reader to understand what we mean. When I wrote instructions for computer system’s users, I had some users to read them before publishing and tell me what they didn’t understand. The Curse works in fiction as well; the story is in my head so I need to give the reader enough clues to construct a similar image in their mind.

Pinker explains how people process language, which resembles a computer algorithm. Our thoughts or ideas need to be encoded in language that flows from left to right on paper, when they want naturally to branch off in different directions. The reader must in turn store parts of the sentence in short term memory until a part later in the sentence will make the whole understandable. For example in taking in the sentence, “My father, who is an architect, lives in Oulu”, you need to store ‘My father’ and ‘who lives in Oulu’ before you reach ‘lives in Oulu’ can parse the whole as “My father lives in Oulu. He is an architect.”

The lesson? Long and tortuous sentences can, and often will cause serious damage to your style. Like Jean Cocteau wrote in Le Rappel à l’ordre:

“What is style? For many people, a very complicated way of saying very simple things. According to us, a very simple way of saying very complicated things.”

On the other hand, it would be equally bad should I go to the other extreme and sacrifice rhythm and variety for simplicity. Sometimes change of pace or order can enhance the prose and make the meaning clearer. Professor Strunk advices us that a sentence should contain no unnecessary words, but Professor Pinker reminds us that all words are not unnecessary, though they may add nothing to the meaning—nor did Strunk mean his advice to be followed to the letter.

Perhaps this is what I need to take in heart from all the advice that Pinker gives in his book: You need to understand how the language works, and why the different rules exist, to be able to use them with anything resembling style. Still, I have a feeling that all that I have learned so far is just the first layer of many, and the meaning of style keeps eluding me.

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