07 August 2011

The Scapegoat’s Guide

In animate man there dwells as a strange guest a more feeble Double–his other Self in the form of his Psyche–whose kingdom is the world of dreams. When the conscious Self sleeps, the Double works and watches.

~Otto Rank

The Scapegoat's Guide Has Begun

The Scapegoat is the child the family feels most ashamed of. A romantic who becomes cynical and distrustful, this child’s departure from the pale could be premeditated attempt to gain negative attention. The Scapegoat may dislike going beyond the pale, so in dreams, he will show in ghettos, as a welfare case, an invalid, crippled or diseased. 

Confounding variables are directly proportionate to level of attention received from family.


The unfortunate scapegoat is characterized by deviant behavior. This status is often conferred by observers, and a scapegoat’s acceptance of this label frequently leads to career deviance. Behaviors include Criminal Connections, Possession of Untraceable Weapons, Loitering Place to Place, Loitering in Restrooms, Vagrant loitering in Public Places, and Not Conforming to Rules or Regulations.

Most encounters with police involve Receiving Stolen Property and Criminal Mischief.

Scapegoats are known to carry the following Individual Protective Devices: sling shots, night vision goggles, dart rifles, and Molotov cocktails.
Both within and beyond the pale, they are likely to communicate by using symbols like those below:

Scapegoats communicate with their lost children consistently and they contact hero siblings when they feel ready to return to the pale. Because scapegoats boomerang between the pale and the beyond, their communication with siblings is erratic. While beyond the pale, they have been known to use Dead Letter Boxes – hiding places for bulky objects usually found in holes in ground, rotten tree branches or yard waste – to communicate with lost children and occasionally clowns.

They have been known to use Morse Code to contact heroes when they are ready to return to the pale.



This Morse Code Translator is useful when those unfamiliar with Morse Code attempt to interpret these desperate pleas.

Persona: an outer personality presented to others by an individual. This is often a response to pale demands for “normal” behavior, but is known to inspire deviant behavior in scapegoats.

The more frequently the scapegoat identifies with her deviant image, the more likely she is to displays dark qualities her hero sibling suppresses. Scapegoats are therefore drawn to ghettos and labeled tramps, habitual thieves, lost causes, welfare cases, alcoholics, sellouts, or vandals.

Attempts to emulate the hero are thwarted by the terrible father, who dismisses any good deeds as hypochrondriachal complaining.
Feeling bad, wrong, and disliked, these once gentle scapegoats fall into the shadows, becoming fearful and engaging in promiscuous behavior, drugs that deprave, petty acts of larceny, and vandalism.

The scapegoat is closest to the hero, with whom she communicates the least. Her polar opposite, the hero appears as the scapegoat’s shadow double – a soul-mate of intense warmth and closeness whom she can only aspire to become.

Afflictions include:fits of mental derangement. Behaviors that may include abnormal sensibility to cold, inordinate sexual appetite, setting out to go some place and returning without actually going anywhere, and morbid sleep conditions.


Scapegoats are known to carry the following Individual Protective Devices sling shots, night vision goggles, dart rifles, and Molotov cocktails.

Reference
Rank, O. (1941). The double as immortal self. Beyond Psychology. Dover, New York.

Directions for Scapegoats when Leaving the Pale

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When the poets, grouchy about nothing, try to fuck you, you will know that they too have lost their grace. 


That shortness of breath – you still think it’s those cats that have stolen it? Your cough is a winter cough, tuberculer and constant as your cigarettes. You will not always want to be as tough as the boys you think deserve to be legends, nor will your smile flash as boldly as trinkets caught in a Mardi Gras parade. 


Maybe then you will believe you can choose not to die violently from asthma or dismemberment by rail car to the blue wail of a saxophone.


In the other place you arrange gingham nightgowns and lingerie over grey kittens that sleep in a Fisher Price shopping cart, back in the sawdust of the last room in some warehouse crammed more with secrets than out of tune pianos.


If you have not run into your soul mate by now, assume him dead.


Go back to the other place, exploding like a rocket of stars.


Away from the other place, the chill sets in early, every puddle an egg of blown glass gone to pieces. In a place that is not the other place, you will learn later that the victims had been giving hand jobs, but when they are first gone, you hear only of the weather.


The poets insist that you stop writing the sorrows. “How can you know so little about the world?”one asks. As if knowing children counted for nothing.


You will begin to wonder if you’d be better off knowing you’d reached the end of your life because perhaps then you would know why there isn’t any music anymore.

Spring will bring trumpets of danger, like certain tendencies to lie to doctors, as if good health consists only of the ability to fool them.


Now is when you must run. Run like you know it’s the taller one who hits softest, like you can see the blade hiding in the little one’s hand. Don’t bother stopping to try broken pay phones.

Follow the smell of chocolate steaming up from factories beneath the ground, and don’t stop for blisters or the poor little crazy things along side the rural highway.


You will recognize the other place when a man shows you the fossil of a rat. There will be more to love about him than his ability to forgive you, but you won’t fall for just any dream boy. 


Leave a message for me near the railroad tracks, so when the trail back vanishes behind you, I will know where to look.


But do not be drawn in by the nostalgia of earlier notes, always brimming with apologies that reek of second guessing.


It’s not like you aren’t nearly intelligent enough to pull this off.

08 July 2011

Yard Waste


A most perplexing collection of oddities, yard waste has been known to exist both within and beyond the pale.  This researcher’s dedication to an exhaustive study of yard waste demanded that an entire chapter of The Lost Child's Guide be devoted to items found in one's yard.



By familiarizing oneself with the various types of yard waste (and items not considered yard waste), one will have less trouble discerning the difference between the more authentic type of yard waste that can alert one to signs that he might be leaving the pale, as opposed to yard art and decorations within the pale. Equally important is the vigilance required to notice the absence of yard waste while one is either trapped in or enjoying the confines of the pale.  Survival beyond the pale depends upon one’s ability utilize items that resemble yard waste but have been discovered beyond the pale where houses (and therefore yards) are infrequent.  Finally, a special section is devoted to the lamentable presence of storing yard waste within the home


Pale Warning: For the reader’s safety and the safety of others, the last section contains important warnings, instructions, and safety procedures which must be understood before handling anything that resembles yard waste.

Items considered yard waste by fans of the pale include but are not limited to tangible debris such as corrugated metal, porcelain doll legs, abandoned dryers, scummy blue kiddie pools, heaps of old newspapers,  moldy cardboard boxes, smashed-up television sets, broken lawn furniture, plastic hobby-horses, shredded tarps, rotten box springs, flat tires, bicycle handlebars, entire automobiles, tangled up electrical cords,  used underwear snagged on chain-link fences, and rusted farm machinery. Worthless dangerous accumulation of unused materials often disturbs those living happily in the pale. Those residing within the pale often express disgust and even terror upon encountering yard waste.  If one is collecting yard waste outside of the home, she is most likely subconsciously preparing to leave the pale and provoking her neighbors in the process.



On the Beauty and Horror of Yard Waste






It should be obvious that yard waste can serve as a litmus test when determining how entrenched in the pale an individual is. If an individual residing in the pale complains about neighbors who display any of the following in their yards - grocery carts, appliances, exercise machines, a few cement blocks, metal flowers, statues, pots, sculptures, much-maligned plastic pink flamingos, cement baskets containing flowers, metal sunflowers, bird houses and a few garden statues of frogs, turtles and rabbits – this pale fellow is likely to never venture beyond the pale, and may not be aware that any area aside from the pale exists. 



While it may be tempting to identify items found beyond the pale as yard waste, one must remember that a yard is required in order for yard waste to exist (See Also: found objects). When determining whether something is or is not yard waste, the object in question’s likeliness of becoming yard waste decreases in direct proportion to how much it is loved. Lost toys and (rabbits) scattered beyond should never be considered yard waste. Their absence could prove to be the confounding variable that sends the owner beyond the pale. Often, these magical artifacts are removed from the pale, which is certainly preferable to incineration (See also: velveteen rabbits, latency period).


No matter how pale the environment this waste exists in, its characteristics vary depending upon its location and existence of a yard. Found objects, mostly rusty metal or magical epherma and common beach trash, usually exist beyond the pale as they are piles of yard waste without a house or yard.  Such monuments to and of yard waste rarely exist within the pale. Encountering yard waste far beyond the boundaries of civilization is a sure sign that one is beyond the pale.



Beyond the pale, yard waste should be salvaged and used for individual protective devices and shelter. Tree houses, bomb shelters, caves, and flying ships are easily fashioned from piles of tires, mannequin legs hanging on a bed frames, and rusted caps for pick-up trucks. A chipped porcelain dog quickly becomes an Individual Protective Device when one is confronted by sneaks of weasels.


compost. The most confusing practice of composting, the act of disposing of food waste in one’s own yard, raises issues about the definition of yard waste. These bins, often brimming with coffee grounds, sandwich crusts, and rotten vegetables, (waste which is referred to as compost) should never be identified as yard waste. The fact that the compost itself is typically surrounded by pales in no way indicates that a civilian yard is in any way beyond the pale.



Objects naturally accumulating in the area surrounding a home (yard) should not be considered yard waste unless their presence disturbs neighbors of or those who reside in the home surrounded by said yard.

yard waste within the home. 



A most disturbing category of yard waste that is found inside one’s dwelling as opposed to the lawn surrounding the house.  (See also: failed attempts at leaving the pale). 

While little is known about the motives for displaying yard waste within one’s home, this unhealthy practice may be an expression of a latent subconscious desire to leave the pale.  Those who attempt to recreate what exists beyond the pale within their homes would be better off wandering beyond.

Such pitiful assortments of things, which may include driftwood, rubber hoses, and rusty animal traps, should be considered yard waste within the home if they meet at least two of the following three criteria: 



  1. Item(s) would be considered useless trash by a rational person.
  2. Item(s) is physically inside the house even though social norm dictates that it be located outdoors.
  3. Item(s) serves neither a functional nor aesthetic purpose inside.


Under no circumstances should one who is concerned about the state of his yard drag regular yard waste into his home to conceal it from view, as dementia and bizarre injuries often result from such self-conscious behavior.

When encountering yard waste within the home of someone else, personal safety should be of paramount concern.  Under no circumstances should a visitor attempt to remove yard waste from a host’s home, as such confrontations regarding always end in violence. Furthermore, a guest who encounters yard waste within the home of a host should take great care to avoid injuries.

If the risk to pets and small children becomes so great that a guest is compelled to remove yard waste from the home of a friend of loved one, an individual protective device will be required.

Role in dysfunctional family directly relates to likelihood that a guest will attempt to remove Yard Waste from the home of his or her host or parents (See also: Dysfunctional Families, Hero).

Accumulating yard waste within the home should never be confused with hoarding. Hoarders tend to view their possessions as extensions of themselves, "with objects valued as safety signals because of the sense of security derived from them . . . hoarders often report that discarding possessions becomes akin to losing a loved one" (Kyrios et al., 2004, p. 244) while yard waste within the home is wholly unpleasant for everyone involved.


 

07 July 2011

Individual Protective Devices and Animals


Obtaining a weapon is crucial upon leaving the pale. Threat include being thrown in dungeon or drain, or being whipped by vagrants. Potential devices include slings, staff slings, half a brick, old parking meters, bones, tinfoil, trebuchet, poison, picks for carving spyholes in walls (especially those of labyrinths), grappling hooks, bamboo pipes to use as snorkels, flying blenders, flares, spears, atom bombs, shields. In the absence of such obvious weapons, a stick or piece of yard waste should be easy to obtain.



Fylgja (animal souls) protect their human counter parts in the absence of individual protective devices, but it is important to recognize that these animal souls are hardly invulnerable (see also: Notes on Lost Children, Vulnerabilities, and Pets). 

Animals, the most loyal companions will never be discouraged if their owner is forced to don an individual protective device that doubles as a disguise.

27 June 2011

Directions for Scapegoats to Follow When Escaping the Pale

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When the poets, grouchy about nothing, try to fuck you, you will know that they too have lost their grace.

That shortness of breath - you still think it's those cats that have stolen it? Your cough is a winter cough, tuberculer and constant as your cigarettes. You will not always want to be as tough as the boys you think deserve to be legends, nor will your smile flash as boldly as trinkets caught in a Mardi Gras parade.

Maybe then you will believe you can choose not to die violently from asthma or dismemberment by rail car to the blue wail of a saxophone.

In the other place you arrange gingham nightgowns and lingerie over grey kittens that sleep in a Fisher Price shopping cart, back in the sawdust of the last room in some warehouse crammed more with secrets than out of tune pianos.

If you have not run into your soul mate by now, assume him dead.

Go back to the other place, exploding like a rocket of stars.

Away from the other place, the chill sets in early, every puddle an egg of blown glass gone to pieces. In a place that is not the other place, you will learn later that the victims had been giving hand jobs, but when they are first gone, you hear only of the weather.

The poets insist that you stop writing the sorrows. "How can you know so little about the world?"one asks. As if knowing children counted for nothing.

You will begin to wonder if you'd be better off knowing you'd reached the end of your life because perhaps then you would know why there isn't any music anymore.

Spring will bring trumpets of danger, like certain tendencies to lie to doctors, as if good health consists only of the ability to fool them.

Now is when you must run. Run like you know it's the taller one who hits softest, like you can see the blade hiding in the little one's hand. Don't bother stopping to try broken pay phones.

Follow the smell of chocolate steaming up from factories beneath the ground, and don't stop for blisters or the poor little crazy things along side the rural highway.

You will recognize the other place when a man shows you the fossil of a rat. There will be more to love about him than his ability to forgive you, but you won't fall for just any dream boy.

Leave a message for me near the railroad tracks, so when the trail back vanishes behind you, I will know where to look.

But do not be drawn in by the nostalgia of earlier notes, always brimming with apologies that reek of second guessing.

It's not like you aren't nearly intelligent enough to pull this off.








We are still living in kingdoms, and the pales are still sharp.

20 June 2011