The Cell Phone Smasher 

The Cell Phone Smasher is a semi-comedic, semi-violently emotion driven human drama about a high school teacher who feels trapped in a job far from what he wants to do who therefore has little to no tolerance for his student’s difficulties following the curriculum he himself doesn’t even like. He rants constantly about the annoyances and painful nature of the internet and cell phones to the point where one day he cries out to his class, “I fuckin resign” and flings his cell phone to the back of the room at a virulently fast speed which makes it smash loudly and violently, shocking everyone but bringing the first expression of relief to his face visible the entire movie. He notices one of the braver students intent into his phone, whereupon he grabs the phone and hurls it likewise, smashing it to loud, violent bits.
                         STUDENT 
                  (startled, violently 
                   angry)
            Hey! What the fuck you
            doing!?!
                          TEACHER 
                   (relieved, angry)
             Forcing you to cold turkey
             your addiction and learn
             to communicate in real
             time. You can’t fuckin get 
             a job that pays the bills
             the bills that way.
Pause as student fidgets and disses while everyone else looks on, frightened by the sudden outburst.
                           TEACHER
                    (calmer but very firm)
              But, worst of all, it’s 
              extremely rude to check
              out of a class, which 
              happens, young man, to
              be your education, by
              burying your head in the
              internet. From now on, and
              always in this class, you
              will all always be entirely
              present from start to finish.
              Is that clear?
Several students make hip hop dance moves of sarcastic derision with their
turning, rolling heads and arms and hands.
                            TEACHER
              No absolutely not! Now,
              let me ask it again. You are
              to completely be off your
              phones from start to finish. 
              A class is the place to 
              learn about real life. Now,
              without rolling your heads…
                      (much louder)
              You got that!!?
INT – COURTROOM  DAY
Teacher is on the witness stand.
                             TEACHER
               The cell phone is only
               piece of dead machinery 
               that feels nothing and 
               can’t be injured, and whose
               life span is so short before 
               the young consumer is
               talked into trading it in for 
               a supposedly new and 
               improved model that it is
               worth as much as a kernal
               of popcorn on the floor of
               a movie theater. 
                        (very slight pause)
               But a young human life….
               That is something you 
               cannot mess with. That is
               the soul of this world which 
               you must labor with love
               to take care of even at risk
               of your freedom if the world
               is obstinate with its bullshit
               and gets in the way. And 
               with teenagers who are so
               swayable by greedy, 
               materialistic old men, and 
               don’t have a clue about the
               true value of their life – theirs 
               or anyone else’s – that love
               often must be tough love.

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¡Ah mi linda!

My soft skin to sweet touch, my daily medicine of love in the morning and in the evening,

and throughout the day which your fills with happiness that drives away all sadness.

How are you my darling? 

I so wait for your healing touch of ecstasy, taste beyond compare, that fills a man with delight beyond description.

Kindness is the Only Parachute 

As I approach my final preparations for my jump off the cliff,

Remember this:

The only useful and effective parachute is the Bodhisattva Way.

Be there for and acknowledge the true self of others and they will support you where gravity won’t.

miss-ing

It’s Saturday night 

when lovers are in each other’s sight. 

but we can’t be together 

because we have to work day and night.

The Sound of One Hand Clapping

What is the sound of one hand clapping?

It is the sound of sadness,

Of being alone whether in a crowd

Or alone inside a cloud.

It is the sound of one person not connecting,

It is the sound of seeing without being seen.

It is the sound of not knowing how,

Not knowing where to go,

Not finding that special place inside a person

That makes them light up the bridge of love.

It is the sound of ten times as much effort

When you’re met halfway for a bounce.

It is having to try in vain to do all the work

Which feels one quarter as much when shared by two.

It is two people not being two.

It is one person unable to be more than one.

Which can never succeed because

Two by its nature gels into one

Whereas more than one has but the power of none.

That is the sound of one hand clapping.

So don’t strain to listen

Because you’ll never hear it.

Instead, find that other hand.

It’s much easier to do.

And together create a symphony well compensated.

Marc Ginsburg May 24, 2014

 

 

One Hand Clapping Response:

 

Do not despair over one hand clapping.

Instead ask yourself

Why am I doing this?

Why does a one-hand clap

Seem not like a snap

But rather a slap?

Because the clap itself is not enough.

Study the reality of the situation.

Your one hand without fail

Goes out when there is no other.

You must change.

Instead of each clap,

Make it a wave~!

 

Although a wave may not make a sound, it silently reverberates widely outward into the world, producing a myriad of vibrations, the elemental particles of what we hear as sound, in a way that a silent one-handed clap can never. That is because a wave connects with the fundamental pulse and rhythm of the universe, whereas a one-handed clap misses it. A two-handed clap is a limited fulfillment of the unlimited vibration the silent wave emits that continues………………………………………