Introduction: 
Theoretical, Empirical, Methodological Rationale 

This proposed narratological study seeks to demonstrate the centrality of
pedagogical practices involving openness, recursivity, tolerance of ambiguity
and incompleteness (as well as the resulting anxiety) in accessing a structural
unconscious as the true seat of creativity.  Toward this end, the practices of some
of the most accomplished artists will be analyzed and compared in the attempt to
distinguish between essential and inessential features of the creative
process.  
      
Research into the promotion of creativity can be divided into two main
camps. There are studies which
attempt to take the creative subject in isolation and grapple with creativity
understood as “self-expression” and go in search of that quality of the
intelligence which is commonly called“genius.”  There are also studies which attempt to
ignore the subject in favor of a view of the dominance of socio-cultural or
communal features that are favorable to innovation. 
The former camp tends to uproot the subject from what is clearly an
indispensable context. The latter
tends to obliterate the individual, failing to account for the appearance of
creative individuals (Picasso or Henry James) rather than intercultural
differences.  If creativity has
aspects that are only available to those of a given society, to a certain shared
understanding (e.g. Homer’s Iliad),
  the transcultural standpoint for comparison seems doubtful, even with respect
  to its possibility.  The view
presented here does not treat the creative individual as either essentially
isolated or submerged in the culture. 
Instead it argues for the conditions that are present in the
manifestation of creativity, whether on the part of an individual (e.g. Leonardo
da Vinci) or collectivity (e.g. Classical Athens). 




Review of Literature


    
Massumi and Steiner (2002) have examined elements of the case presented
here, but without drawing them together and grounding them in a structural
unconscious. Massumi develops the
implications for creativity of the “charged”object. 
In other words, a psychological approach that treats objects as if they
were static or relatively fixed things would miss the genesis of creativity
altogether.  For Massumi, the
understanding must occur that objects are always in a state of change, whether
that change be internal or with respect to an observer. 
As such, while the haystacks of Monet are the same, captured at different
moments of the day they do not show themselves in the same manner at all.
Masters (2002), too, emphasizes the inadequacy of a static or “thingly”
metaphysics for the creative mind but, like Massumi and Steiner, be doesn’t
escape the duality of stability-flux in his explanation. 
He doesn’t answer, for instance, the question of why
an emphasis on time and change would make all of the difference. 
  


    
Steiner speaks of “encountering the idea”or achieving the meditative
state by which the imagination is not obstructed by sensory engagement with the
world.  In other words, the world,
at this moment in history, presents its onlookers continually with projects to
complete, ends to be achieved, the overwhelming need for closure. 
However, in the meditative posture of “encountering the idea,” thoughts
are attended to in such a way that one leads to another—rather like the strictly
mental or internal version of free association—and it becomes possible to
appreciate and welcome them without the insistence that they serve some
practical end , an insistence that stifles creativity. 



    What
the “charged” object and “encountering the idea” have in common is openness, a
willingness to invite the anxiety that goes hand-in-hand with having a
future.  The future is that which
always threatens closure in the emergence of the new, of something that might
not conform to existing patterns (closed) of understanding. 
The “charged” object is recognized to exist in a constant state of
change, as becoming, and thus resists fixed notions. 
The object itself, understood in this fashion, encourages creativity in
the very skepticism concerning common or ossified thinking. However, the
literature that addresses creativity in terms of the nature of the object
(static or changing) and the subject’s relation to her own ideas typically
neglects the decisive role of the unconscious.  The object of the external world and
idea or thought are considered in terms of being present to consciousness.  However, the openness of the future,
the availability of one to the new as such, is not primarily a conscious
  happening, certainly not in terms of that which shows itself, the
  innovative.  It depends upon a
structural unconscious that is fundamentally welcoming, the existence of
assumptions by which openness to the future is possible. 
 


    
“Encountering the idea” is the actual experience of cognitive flux.  It is an experience which can help us
make sense of all of the literature that relates creativity to mental illness
(e.g. Julian Lieb, Jablow Hershman, Kay Redfield Jameson, Barry Panter, Richard
M. Berlin). “Rationality,” against
which insanity is opposed, is that which guarantees order in the form of natural
laws, fundamental elements, and the closure of certainty. 
However, the eminently rational person is not thereby creative.  In fact, studies suggest an inverse
  relationship of sorts. 
“Encountering the idea” can resemble mental illness in that it is
indifferent to order, to shared understanding, to certainty, to the
expected. It is open-ended thought
that dares to go wherever mental contents lead, that does not tremble before the
future. 



    Derek
Pigrum (2001) adopts even more of the elements unified in this proposal in his
“approach to teaching transitional practices as founded on the value of
incompleteness, of postponing definitive closure, of unpredictability” (pp.
31-32). Transitional practices are the polar opposite of what has come to be
called “teaching to the test.” 
Transitional practices emphasize the engagement of teacher and learners
in activities that change according to the direction given to them by the
students. That is, there isn’t a
single, fixed objective or set of objectives in the traditional sense.  The goal is to foster opportunities for
innovation in communication, problem solving and the framing of questions.  A somewhat similar approach is
evidenced in what Jarvis calls “process knowledge” (2000, 45). 



    The
existing research supports the thesis of this proposal without ever articulating
it in its unity, as a single dynamic. 
MacIntyre (2007) warns against a rigid style of learning—one overly
dependent upon memorization, arriving at the correct answer or following
mechanical means of reaching conclusions. 
He claims that the “internal goods” of these educational practices are
foreclosed to learners (44).  The
learner never becomes self-possessed in his or her knowledge or means to
generating insight.  For
internalization to obtain, one must exercise the creativity that is a byproduct
of intellectual self-reliance, of the self-possession by which there is
confidence in one's abilities to think things through and to enjoy a rich
internal life (what John Stuart Mill listed among the higher pleasures).   


    The
literature moves closest to the position taken in this proposal in the work done
by Sylvester (2005) on non-finito
He describes, with respect to Cezanne, the deferral of a definition in
order to change the character of one’s intention, to leave it open for constant
revision. Landau and Parshall
pursue something like the same point, locating the non-finito
sketch in the Renaissance.  Here
one can see that the dualisms of subject-object and individual-collectivity
obstruct a fuller appreciation of how these terms work together in the
generation of innovative minds.  It
isn’t a question of the culture of the Renaissance as against the aspiration of
individuals.  It is instead how the
structural unconscious (at the level of the shared sign and ontologically of the
disposition toward the future) and individuals interact, foreclosing and
fostering certain imaginative possibilities at the expense of others. 


    
Landau and Parshall (2003) describe a central feature generally of the
Renaissance workshop, the circulation of drawings and the emphasis upon “the
copying of these prototypes [to capture] the lineaments of a style or figural
invention” (182).  Central to the
evolution of the artistry of Leonardo da Vinci was the appropriation and
transformation of the ideas of others. 
And this underscores a crucial feature of this proposal: the
impossibility of assembling an adequate dynamic in accounting for creativity
given the assumption of an entire series of concepts that flow from the
acceptance of subject-object and individual-group dualities. 
Leonardo has possibilities made available for him in the shared
“prototypes” of his art, and it was these that enabled him to transcend the
given, the conscious cultural given. 
However, in order to do this he had to occupy a position outside the
conventional order of repetition, or shared perspectives and
understandings.  He had to look to
  the structural unconscious or the unavailability of the future and draw upon it
  in the name of the new, of innovation.


   
Leonardo was important not only as a towering figure among innovators but
also in his explicitness on the subject of processing ideas (repeating received
ideas) in such a way as to engage in a repetition that is not a mere repeating
of the same.  In this regard, his
eye is consistently turned toward one’s disposition to the future, the means by
which closure can be forestalled. 
According to Pigrum, his advice “was related to the compositional
painting practices of his time [but has also had] a pervasive influence on
creativity in the arts and other fields”(56). However, aspects of this influence
have been distorted from the very beginning given the application to them of the
wrong kind of thinking, dubious assumptions. 

     Leonardo advises his
fellows to stare down the blank piece of paper and then record things in such a
fashion that they remain open to further development, revision and
variation.  The 
analogy is of course to writing, poetry in particular.  And the writer’s anxiety before the
blank page is a familiar saw, doubtless due to the close correspondence of such
a page to the future.  The page
overwhelms the poet with what has not been composed, with the possibilities that
are available for composition.  In
other words, Leonardo is saying that the true artist has adopted the disposition
toward the openness of the future of non-anxiety—indeed as indispensable to
creation itself. 


Research Question(s)


   
Previous research has found a certain conceptuality of binary opposition
(subject-object, individual-collectivity) inescapable. 
However, previously unnoticed formative relationships open up once this
way of thinking about creativity is challenged.  What if subject and object, the
individual and the group, the conscious and the unconscious are taken as
fundamentally interactive and mutually implicated in each other? 
A fissue is revealed in the existing literature with respect to the
relationship between the necessary conditions for creativity and cultural
acquisition and between consciousness and a structural unconsciousness.  In fact, this proposal becomes a
performative confirmation of its substantive claims. 
It draws upon the existing literature, it repeats a certain shared
understanding, but it repeats it within the non-repeatable realm of openness to
the future, of the structural unconscious. 


Rationale
for Use of Qualitative Research Design and Methods



    
The formative questions which spawned this study did not permit the
employment of a quantitative approach. 
There are no Cartesian coordinates for creative potentialities, for
openness, for recursivity, for the future, for the new as such. 
Instead, creativity is always grounded in and inseparable from its
context, so that an innovation in art or science, thought or technology, depends
entirely upon the historical moment. 
That is, there was something about 9th-century China and the
emergence of gunpowder.  However,
what must be kept in mind is that this emergence wasn’t simply the appearance of
a new “thing.”  Gunpowder at this
time was inseparable from the understanding that was brought to bear upon it,
the conditions which made it good for one use rather than another. 
The central ideas necessary to a much fuller account of creativity than
  presently exists in the literature are historical, semantic, ontological,
  epistemological—and these can only be treated qualitatively. 
We must look to what creative individuals and peoples have done,
practiced, and believed with respect to newness to isolate the operative factors
and set them into proper relationship to each other. 



Methodology


    The
methodology adopted for this study is narratalogical. 
The research will identify indispensable elements in the understanding of
creativity in its emergence and establish them within a new dynamism given an
internal critique of foundational dualisms.  In other words, through the close
reading of the literature on creativity and a careful comparison of historical
exemplars (e.g. Leonardo da Vinci), it will be possible to reenact the creative
movement thus described and present a new model that more comprehensively
accounts for innovation in its most general sense. 



1.  
Context
of the Study



    
This study will be thoroughly intertextual. 
It will concern itself with the scholarly literature on the subject of
the emergence of creativity. 



2.  
Participants/Sample


Research will be conducted and findings grounded upon the
established canon of scholarly work on the subject of creativity. 
This work will be described so as to permit an internal critique by which
the informing assumptions give way to new ones, ones which can then be judged in
  their theoretical power against those already extant. 



3.  
Role
of the Researcher



     The
researcher for this study will acquire and demonstrate a mastery of the
scholarly literature with respect to the emergence of creativity. 
In addition, the researcher will perform a reenactment of the creative
  movement by introducing a dynamic model for the creative process in its
  necessary conditions by conducting an internal critique that preserves the
  established findings in the field while recontextualizing them, putting them
  into previously unformulated relationships. 


4.  
 Procedures


a.  
Ethical
  Procedures
:  The responsibility to properly preserve
the work of past and fellow researchers, to reproduce their work with fidelity,
is incumbent upon any new study. 
Even if previous work is to be challenged, it is obligatory to maintain
the rigor of academic standards, to avoid the erection of straw men, and to
steer clear of misleading ones colleagues and readers. 
Otherwise, the collective endeavor to reach a better understanding of the
subject matter at issue is thwarted, the result very much the contrary of
ethical academic investigation and publication. 


b.  
Selection
  of Participants



In that this is not a study that pits the domain of the
individual against that of the collectivity but instead makes the case for the
mutual implication of one in the other, the “participants”selected extend to all
of those who have been influential within the scholarly community in the field
of creativity in its emergence. The exemplars of creativity (e.g. Leonardo da
Vinci, Renaissance Italy, Cezanne, Henry James, William James, Sigmund Freud,
etc.) were selected on the basis of a more or less indisputable claim to
recognition in any imaginable treatment of the subject. 
 


c.  
Data
  Collection



The intertextual or narratological approach taken in this study
will proceed by way of accounting for the body of work that has been done in the
field while setting it against the empirical details evoked in a number of
significant exemplars—both individuals and cultures. 
The inadequacy of extant models will be demonstrated by way of this
  comparison, a comparison that will also serve to introduce and ground in its
  explanatory superiority of new model for the emergence of creativity.  The data will be historical in
nature. 



Data
Analysis Techniques



    
The data will be analyzed in terms of the reigning paradigms in the field
as against the new one proposed in this study.  That is, both will be put to the test
of accounting comprehensively for the instances of creativity presented with
respect to the chosen exemplars. 
The criterion of coherence will be logical rigor, though it will come to
  light in the process that a new style of thinking (and of logic) is necessary
  for adequately explaining the historically communicated empirical data. 


d.  
 Verification of
Trustworthiness/Authenticity



The best possible means of verifying the reliability and
accuracy of the present study is internal.  That is, the critical movement by which
a new model of creativity belongs to the existing literature itself. 
It belongs to it and as such can be replicated, but in its replication it
is not simply repeated.  Instead it
opens up the space for a new configuration by which the phenomena in question
are better explained, and the theoretical extension of a given claim is
conducive to demonstration. 



e.  
Data
  Interpretation



The data will be interpreted according to two different systems
of rational appropriation: the traditional logic of the law of noncontradiction
and a dialectical logic that has existed largely on the margins (e.g. in the
work of certain poststructuralists). 



The traditional system will prove itself inadequate to the task
of accounting for the coherence of the empirical evidence. 
The dialectical “system” will drive home its superiority by reproducing
  the canon of scholarly literature by reinscribing it otherwise—that is, by
  executing a performative “proof” in the very procedure of this study, by
  permitting the observation of a repetition that is not a repetition of the same
  but that preserves previous findings within a new and more far-reaching
  paradigm. 



f.    
Dissemination
  of Findings



The model presented in this study should be of interest to
students of creativity, cognitive science, psychology, sociology, education and
art theory.  I will offer my paper
for publication to the leading journals in the field. 



References


Berlin, I.  (1976)
Vico and Herder. London: Hogarth
Press. 



Bersani, L. (1986) The
Freudian Body: Psychoanalysis and Art
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De Man, P. (1979) 
Allegories of Reading: Figural
Language in Rousseau, Nietzsche, Rilke, and Proust

New Haven: Yale University Press. 



Fischer, F. (1999) Just-in-Time-Visualization
Protocol of Vision Plus 6 Symposium.  pp. 43-45. Drawing the Process: Visual
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International Institute for Information Design (IIID), Vienna: July
1999. 



Galluzzi, P. 
(1996) Renaissance Engineers:
From Brunellschi to Leonardo da Vinci
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Press. 



Hobson, M.  (2001)
“Mimesis, Representation and Presentation.”  In: T. Cohen (ed.) Jacques
Derrida and the Humanities: A Critical Reader. 
Pp. 132-151. 
Cambridge: Cambridge University Press. 


Kress, R. (1997) Before
Writing: Re-Thinking the Paths to Literacy
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MacIntyre, I. 
(2007) After Virtue.  London: Duckworth. 



Massumi, B. et al. (2002) “Like a Thought.” 
In: B. Massumi (ed.) A Shock to
Thought: Expression After Deleuze and Guattari.
 
Pp. 1-34. London: Routledge. 



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D. (2001) Transitional
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Ph.D. 
 

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     From my vantage, only his bad eye is visible, an eye that has gone dead, the iris so washed out that it seems to mingle freely with the white.  And when he turns his gimlet-hole pupil upon me, a nauseating terror surges through me. 

     He says nothing and has me squeezed into the armrest of the backseat.  He knows there is no need to speak.  Like an animal, I have already caught the scent of the danger.  This is my introduction to evil (and of the ripest variety) and I dare not move. 

     Nothing is quite like a man with no good in him at all.  By virtue of simply being present, such a man reaches out across space, all in an instant, without a word, and like a galvanic tuning fork, touches the place that jangles every nerve with a cold thrill.  My backseat companion is just such a man but there is no space at all, he has me so crushed into a corner. 

     I can’t stand it, so I look through the window at the January snow.  The beautifying powers of snow have never been lost on me.  It caps the crumbling red brick half walls.  It carpets neighborhoods that have long gone without lawns.  It smothers the stink of urine and the Chinese takeout dumpsters in the alley. 

     I wonder as I strain to see something of the powder gray sky whether there could ever be enough snow to beautify murder.  I never underestimate the snow.  Lord knows, it leaves even the killing streets looking like those of a shop window Christmas village. 

     Perspective succeeds perspective, and I can never decide which one is right.  As I imagine it sometimes, mother looks scared.  A single tear drops from her chin to the collar of her coat.  It catches the light like an ice crystal. What I can glimpse of her strikingly beautiful face as she drives are trembling lips drawn in a tight thin line and eyes shifting restlessly with terror.

     The car comes to a noiseless stop in the snow.  The sun has long set, but the snow continues to hurl itself at the windows, reinforcing the oppressive sense of being trapped.  Mother snaps the headlights off.  The man with the bad eye, though this time glass, directs his instructions to the back of mother’s head.  Her head, her neck, her shoulders—they are those of a clothes dummy, fixed in attentive paralysis.

     “I am going to get out of the car now.”  There is a jagged buzz in his voice, reminiscent of a circular saw.  He is the only one in the car that seems calm. 

     “Do you see the light in the second-floor window?”  Mother moves her eyes like the owl in a Dutch clock, her head and neck and shoulder settled into stone, and manages to gasp, “Yes.” 

     “That is the room to watch.  When the light goes out, start the motor and be prepared to drive.” 

     The car door opens, an arctic gust sweeps over me, and the door slams shut.  The man and his haunted eye are in the night, crossing through the smooth snow of the front yard.  I can hardly make him out, except for the brief seconds his silhouette is framed in the front doorway.  It closes and the house swallows him up. 

     I lift my eyes to the light on the second floor, hoping it will burn on like the graveside torch of a potentate.  Through the point of light the snow falls so heavy and thick it is like a horde of diminutive angels self-murderously plummeting to earth.  The single light on the second floor has a magnetic hold on me, only broken at the appearance of gamboling shadows upon a wall.  They are like the figures from a magic lantern or those of drunken prancers before a hearth—flickering, stumbling, rollicking. 

     The light goes out. 

     Mother turns the key in the ignition. 

     The man bulks again in the doorway and breaks into a run. 

     He is on fire.  As he pounds across the snow, a leg is wreathed in flames.  He hoppingly comes to a pause to extinguish himself. 

    There is a sound like the mechanical expulsion of air, the expiring breath of an iron dragon. 

     The second-floor window the burning man has just plunged into darkness bursts into furious brilliance. The room is ablaze.  Orange sheets of fire flutter madly. 

      The car door opens, my companion (now with an orange aura) hops in and slams it behind him. 

      “Get the fuck out of here!”  My companion is no longer calm, though no longer on fire.  But he appears in the half-light to my young eyes to be searching with both hands for an ass that ostensibly fell off somewhere, he seeks himself out so frantically. 

     Without flicking the headlights back on, mother steps onto the gas with so much sudden force that the wheels spin and the vehicle glides sideways.  Within a foot of a parked bus, one I hadn’t noticed before, the tires find the street and we lurch forward, fishtailing for a block.  I seem to feel the headlights of the bus scanning the back of my neck. 

     I awake in a sweat, having done my somnolent work faithfully, restoring the goodness and dignity of mother to herself.  The evidence is far less exculpatory in the full light of day. 

      I can only dream.  The green Impala drifted to a stop in the snow so long ago that it has never been recollected in later life by the four-year-old in the backseat.   

 
 
                                           
Murdering Angels


   
Twenty miles of potholed road--the median lines long effaced, the ditch
rank with weeds knee-high—run straight to the prison entrance. 
Twenty miles of desolate land without a farm or shed or residence,
without a trace of animal life, a dead zone of brittle prickly brush and stubby
bushes and sickly trees upon which birds seem disinclined to perch. 
Twenty miles to be alone with my thoughts and to discover them scattered
  all over the devastated landscape, an ecological reminder of time past and of
  slow rot.  Twenty miles to
construct an idea of the man, now 70 years old, who would stop at nothing, who
had accepted and enthusiastically lived the imperative, “Evil, be thou my
good.”  Twenty miles to contemplate
a past that I could well be better off not recovering, to meditate upon that
which was driving me on, that which had made me the archaeologist of my own
life.  The way to the rest of my
life, if it was going to count for anything, would have to pass through madness
and death.  That much was already
clear. 



    
The prison emerged on the horizon. 
First, there were the square-windowed towers, suggesting to me that the
life watched is not a life (not a human life), and detached from the rest of the
structure, floating in air, made one think of Rene Magritte and impossibly
hovering boxes. The windows were tinted (towers in shades) so that the guards
remained invisible in surveillance. 
Next appeared the long legs upholding the towers, looking like nothing so
much as stilts, as if an escaping man didn’t stand a chance, as if the towers
would stir and stalk after him, strafing the earth in a constant stream of
fire.  And then there were the
coils of razor wire, catching the evening sunlight and glittering like a
medieval fantasy of torture, making the towers seem to rest in a bed of barbed
wire, like the nest of an ingenuous but sullen bird of war. 



    
And then the walls rose up out of the earth. 
Their dull brown masonry hinted at a silence beyond that of the grave,
the silence that surrounds a secret of the most portentous kind, the silence of
men buried alive, of ghost warriors fighting and never learning of surrender, of
the ruins of a church that has burned down on a winter’s night. As I approach
these walls, I see that they sparkle, that something like broken glass covers
them uniformly, creating a barrier that one could hardly endure touching let
alone scaling.  I have now the
whole prison before me, and it reminds me of nothing so much as the architecture
of a unbalanced priestly mind, an Inquisitional exultation in the brutality of
the Lord’s chosen instruments on earth, of death by the grain, by the sting of a
wasp (and then another and another), by the slow extraction of air or sunlight
or space to move, by the steady erosion of dignity.  


    
The car crunches to a stop upon the gravel of the forecourt. 
I step out and there is no reason to lock the doors. 
If I am being watched, I am not aware of it. 
Perhaps that is because I am free to get back into my car and drive
  away.  Perhaps the gaze that holds
one only grows intolerable to those bound hand and foot. 
In addition to the perceived absence of a watcher in the towers, there
was no one tending the main gate, and for a split second I imagined a
maximum-security prison all remote-controlled, guarded via satellite, and that
it and I were alone beneath the indifferent sky.  For not only did there seem to be no
one in charge, there seemed to be no one anywhere, inside the walls or out. 



    I
paced along the gate to take in as much of the facility as I could. 
There was no getting my mind around it, and in that I couldn’t in this
way make it cohere, it was easy to imagine the separate elements surprising one
by leaping out from behind closed doors in dreams—the flight beneath the
spotlight of a full moon from the ambulatory towers, the bloody knees and
fingers grappling with a wall 
designed to tear flesh, the agony of being encircled in razor wire after
having forgotten forward and back, the penetrating jolt of the shot that
shatters my shoulder from the roof of a tower, of the figure in sunglasses and
thick-soled boots who steps upon my fingers and toes and makes the bones snap
like pretzel rods. 



    
Thus lost in reveries, a man dressed entirely in blue was almost at my
side before I noticed him.  He was
something of a giant of a man, at least six and a half feet tall, and issuing as
he had out of the complex of buildings before me, it was wholly unexpected that
he would remove his sunglasses, smile and say quite brightly, “Hello.” It seemed
impossible that there be such a cheerful, friendly creature associated in any
way with this frightful place upon the blighted plain, that this man might be
the one to shoot some poor desperate fag end of a man in the back while
attempting an escape necessarily too elaborate for the dying embers of
intelligence faintly lighting his eyes with comprehension. 


 
 
The lives of Mr. and Mrs. Popsic
revolved around their children.They attended all of their
children’s activities in and out of school. If Mr. Popsic couldn’t make it, his
wife was sure to be there and vice versa.

The Popsics were in fact perfect
pushovers.They blamed each other for their kids being spoiled
rotten.

When the kids had temper tantrums, tormented
the cat, pulled the tail of the dog, drugged the canary—all when young--their
parents thought it evidence of high spirits and harmless
exuberance.However, now that the kids were older, their behavior
seemed far less than adorable. The Popsics tried to put a stop to
their obnoxious ways, but it was too late.

They had no favorite among the three
children.Love and punishment were meted out with an even
hand.Mr. and Mrs. Popsic secretly believed that the only reason they
remained married was the children, but they dared not confess this to each
other.They would have worked on their marriage if there were not so
much urgency in their lives, so much other work demanding attention, or if they
had suspected the other’s secret concerning the reason for its continuance.


Mr. Popsic had climbed the corporate ladder
to become a store manager at Wal-Mart, and few things lit him up with as much
self-satisfaction as this achievement. Mrs. Popsic enjoyed the day
her husband received his promotion, not because of the increased income but
because it gave her otherwise rather insubstantial husband a new
confidence.He was diligent about sporting a cleanly shaved face
every day, and he never went out anymore with bits of bloody toilet paper on
it.For the first time in his life, he took pride in wearing
glasses, thinking them a good accompaniment to his newly won
status.(In high school, his glasses, and their wearer, had been the
object of rather merciless ridicule.)

Mr. Popsic now walked with his squared
shoulders high, so high that one might have taken him for the sufferer of a crick
in the back. But, in truth, he was only bodily expressing his new sense of
himself as a giant among men. Mrs. Popsic was more pleased than she might have
been over designer elevator shoes.Her husband was only five feet
five inches tall, and she now would enjoy a break from his silent despair on the
subject.

Mr. Popsic was a couple of inches shorter
than Mrs. Popsic, a wound fate had delivered to the tenderest region of his
heart (if not missing that organ and hitting his ego).It was such a sore
point with him that he actually backed out of their wedding a couple of
times.“How,” he asked himself frantically, “can I walk down the
aisle with a woman who towers over me?” When he was finally persuaded to be
married, he hurried the bride at such a pace down the aisle that it looked
rather if he were going to tackle the minister before turning on his heels to
make a run for it.

Mr. Popsic’s sensitivity on this point was
enduring, and he seriously considered never having the children his wife so
desired out of dread of the day when one or more of them might sprout up beyond
the paternal bar he had set at 5’ 5”. Mr. Popsic so badgered his
wife on the subject that she struck a bargain with him.They would
adopt a Japanese boy (with the stipulation, upon which Mr. Popsic insisted, that
the boy have rickets).Mrs. Popsic, for her part, forced upon her
husband the clause by which, after successful adoption of the rickets boy of
Japan, only natural children, the fruit of Mr. Popsic’s loins, would be
permitted into the family.Mr. Popsic acceded to this condition only
in that it seemed to kick the worrisome can quite some distance down the road,
defering the dreaded happening (of paternal overshadowing) for a very long
time.  

To the amazement of everyone privy to the
bargain struck between the two, an infant with rickets was found in only a
matter of weeks, and before Mr. Popsic had time to get his mind around what was
now happening (and gain a more definite understanding of what rickets involved
by looking it up in the Merrian-Webster unabridged dictionary), Mrs. Popsic was
cooing to a tiny bundle that lay in her arms displaying a pair of legs which
strongly suggested a lifelong inability to stand
upright.