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Barrett Dorko
27-07-2008, 04:05 PM
It’s been a quiet week in Cuyahoga Falls…

Today I got up early, drove 50 miles to see my brother for breakfast, got a haircut, walked Buckeye, weeded the garden, trimmed the grass along the sidewalk and took a nap, all before noon.

Today Stan Paris got up early, covered himself with Vaseline and lanolin , slipped into the English Channel and began fighting the tide.

In a drawer next to my bed I keep some books I’ve been meaning to read. This week I pulled out The Tao of Bada Bing! – Words of Wisdom from The Sopranos (http://www.amazon.com/Tao-Bada-Bing-Wisdom-Sopranos/dp/1566492785/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1217159524&sr=8-2). It’s an interesting book. Written by the series’ creator, David Chase, it juxtaposes the ancient wisdom of the Tao Te Ching (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tao_Te_Ching) with the script Chase wrote for a modern day New Jersey crime family ( http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/) led by Tony Soprano. Perhaps you’ve heard of them.

In the afternoon I sat at my desk and stared at some bills for a while, and then I stared at my book case, wrote a few lines in a thread on Soma Simple and wrote an email to my son in Iraq. I may have taken another nap but I can’t remember.

Soon after taking in his first nutrition during the swim Stan began to experience stomach pain and severe nausea. His inability to eat anything probably contributed to the muscle cramping that made leg movement difficult and “incredibly” painful.

Act without doing
Work without effort

Tao Te Ching 63

I first met Stan when we were aged 23 and 36 respectfully. I sat in awe watching him work a room full of therapists from several countries with his expertise, skill and a voice that couldn’t be ignored. I longed to be in his position and I actually got there a few years later. Our paths merged during the disco era in a clinic in Atlanta where he trusted me with his patients and his teaching. After we separated he went on to create an entire institution of learning. I weeded my garden and walked the dog. I read the Tao Te Ching and watched The Sopranos. Stan thought about the channel and prepared.

Silvio, Tony’s consigliore, once explained to a contractor how he was going to manipulate the jobs on a large construction site: “You will give Paulie five carpenter jobs. Two no-shows and three no-works. One of the no-shows our friend in Youngstown keeps.” (Youngstown is in Ohio, by the way)

Stan wrote me (and many others) about his “first attempt” yesterday a few hours after he was dragged back into the boat, his legs no longer capable of helping him. I’m not certain, but I may have been napping at the same moment. Now he’ll decide whether or not to try again in September. I’ll be working in a nursing home that day.

The ancient Masters were profound and subtle,
Their wisdom was unfathomable.
There is no way to describe it;
All we can describe is there appearance.
They were careful
As someone crossing an iced-over stream.
Alert as a warrior in enemy country.
Clear as a glass of water.
Do you have the patience to wait
Till your mud settles and the water is clear?

Tao Te Ching 15

I can’t help but imagine that Stan and I represent the extremities of the Tao; both of us watchful as we move against and, occasionally, through the tide of our mutual profession. One of us inclined to act and the other inclined to contemplate. Both of us are willing to speak out forcefully but one of us swims and the other spends a lot of time floating. I believe that one way or another we’ll both make it across.

I’m rooting for Stan, and I know he’s rooting for me.

EricM
27-07-2008, 04:27 PM
I've found a short article (http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://staugustine.com/images/051908/25840_223.jpg&imgrefurl=http://staugustine.com/stories/051908/news_051908_026.shtml&h=164&w=223&sz=10&hl=en&start=16&sig2=l211GNJnmnketFUixOCxUA&um=1&tbnid=N64iGGwb7o-WIM:&tbnh=79&tbnw=107&ei=G3SMSNmAKYGaoQTXrfytDg&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dstanley%2Bparis%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dsaf ari%26rls%3Den-us%26sa%3DN) about Stan, his swim, and other accomplishments. From the St. Augustine Record.

Barrett Dorko
27-07-2008, 09:01 PM
Thanks Eric.

I feel compelled to say that I took one of Silvio's "no work" jobs. I always "show."

Haven't heard from Stan yet about this column. My guess is he's napping. I know I would be.

John W
27-07-2008, 09:31 PM
Here's a link to Stanley Paris' blog for a journal leading up to the big swim:
http://stanleyparis.blogspot.com/

Barrett Dorko
28-07-2008, 12:22 PM
A short note from England:

I read it. You're great. Thanks.
Stanley

Jon Newman
29-07-2008, 07:53 AM
When I think of swimmers, I think of people in a liminal state. On that note, I'll add these two poems.

In a Boat On This Lake

That we live in an unusual age
and must forswear metaphor as slack
and shallow lake our provincial fathers
over-fished, seems wrong. I say, go ahead,
sit long enough on this lake in any
vessel whose to-and-fro on the water
you like--fisherman's craft or wet suit--
and unless something has poisoned the pool
into apocalypse, I can tell you,
it's a fact, that sometimes the water will swell.
Go ahead, sit long enough on this lake.

One minnow, lifted by synchronous
pool, may pop a round and palpable mouth
softly at the seam of water and air.

It's a fact, a fact that bodies believe,
that it's rising from a a deep, deep green feels
as common, as religious as a kiss.

--Jill Mancina


I took a liberty and substituted "wet suit" for "pleasure yacht"

And then this one, even if it is stuck on dry land.

Planting a Dogwood

Tree, we take leave of you; you're on your own.
Put down your taproot with its probing hairs
that sluice the darkness and create unseen
the tree that mirrors you below the ground.
For when we plant a tree, two trees take root:
the one that lifts its leaves into the air,
and the inverted one that cleaves the soil
to find the runnel's sweet, dull silver trace
and spreads not up but down, each drop a leaf
in the eternal blackness of that sky.
The leaves you show uncurl like tiny fists
and bear small button blossoms, greenish white,
that quicken you. Now put your roots down deep;
draw light from shadow, break in on earth's sleep.

--Ted Kooser

Barrett Dorko
29-07-2008, 01:54 PM
Thanks Jon - you're always right there with something.

I wrote an essay years ago titled The Farthest Shore that combined my sense of my financially failing practice with a David Wilcox ( http://davidwilcox.com/) song.

Some therapist in Delaware wrote me a letter the next week trying to talk me down from what she thought was impending suicide – so I guess the writing was pretty powerful. At least, it was for her. For all I know, a few others were hopeful otherwise

The verse that struck me then and still comes to mind as I think about Stan’s effort is:

As I swam away from our possessions
I imagined that they were gone forever more
And for once I was glad that all I treasured
Would still be with me as I reached other shore.

I can’t imagine that Stan needs any more “stuff” and his willingness to go with only “what he was born with” (another line from the song) impresses me. Like me, it is his knowledge and relationships that he treasures the most.

He has courage enough to leave the rest behind.

It also occurs to me that Tony Soprano preached this to his kids, but he never actually lived that way.