Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Salesman

Nineteen sixty-eight was a year that many historians of the United States of America see as a turning point in the country's history. Even in the world of Hollywood filmmaking, nineteen sixty-eight saw seminal pieces of work that supported the changing landscape of the culture. Films such as; 2001: A Space Odyssey (Kubrick), Night of the Living Dead (Romero), Rosemary's Baby (Polanski, Head (Rafelson), Faces (Cassavetes), and many more. These films not only showed the changing landscape of American culture, (some argue the rise of youth culture, others the change from modernism to post-modernism) but also the philosophical and psychological shift in the representation of characters within the films. The general tone and feel of many films in the sixties seemed to personify the difficulties of accepting the "establishment" and the separation of generations seemed to show the gulf that was growing between young and old.



The documentary film Salesman (Maysles Brothers, 1968) supports the philosophical change in the American psyche that was prevalent in the nineteen sixties. Salesman, though, shows the pressure of working class salesmen who struggle for financial security. In filmmaking the classical Hollywood big spectacle films offered much in the way of surface appeal. You knew who the characters were and how they would face the challenges that arose in the film. As independents and young film makers infiltrated Hollywood, characters became more complex, and doubt, fear and failure became traits of the hero's in some films. That's if the film even had a hero. Salesman has no hero but ever presently convey's the doubts, fears and failure that comes with selling door to door.

Now I'm sure for those who are of the documentary mindset, Salesman is no mystery. But in comparison to the fiction films of nineteen sixty-eight, Salesman seems other worldly. Maybe it is because of the film stock, the black and white film stock doesn't have the flare of even George Romero's Night of the Living Dead. Or maybe that other worldliness comes from the fact that the filmmakers follow salesmen who look so unexciting, and don't have the counter culture representation or even appeal as say the characters in Bob Rafelson's Head. But there is something that Salesman has that many of the popular films of nineteen sixty-eight doesn't have and that's reality.

Salesman centers around four main Bible salesman, one in particular Paul Brennan, nicknamed "The Badger".

It is his story within the films body that seems to be the center piece. Paul's visits to various houses and attempts at selling a highly ornamented catholic bible are wrought with failure and a half hearted attempt at trying to make a sale. Paul's failures are mixed with other salesmen's success. In one day of selling Paul has no success and at the end of the day he is asked how the battle went? He talks about the day while his fellow salesman watches a boxing match on television. In a way Paul is broken down fighter. He says he used everything he had to try and sell but nothing happened. Paul acknowledges that the business is on the fringe but it is not the business. It is Paul that teeters on the fringe, with each failure he comes closer and closer to breaking. The Maysle brothers capture each failure and the build up tension with close ups of Paul that seem to bottle the anger, disappointment and resignation that Paul vocalizes among his fellow salesman at the end of the day.




From the outset of the film the pressure to sell the Bibles is evident. Excuses are made by Paul about the territory that the salesman are selling in. When addressing an assembly of the salesmen, the general manager chides the salesmen as being the reason for any rejection of a sale. In one sequence as Paul travels by train to the Chicago sales meeting his journey is intercut with fellow salesman pridefully exuding themselves.


At the sales meeting the salesmen are told that they are doing God's work by selling Bibles. The evidence of their work is spiritually lacking and catholicism is used as a tool to try and sell Bibles and Encyclopedias. It seems that the only higher authority that they are working for is a financial deity. The salesmen use the differences between Irish catholics and other european catholics to try and find ways to exploit the consumers emotions. Along with pandering to potential buyers, using two salesman to make a sale, or incessantly pushing the product to create guilt.

One sequence of the film has two of the salesmen using as much spin to sell the Bible to a family that cannot afford the cost. The wife of the family wants the Bible but knows that the cost is out of reach. The salesmen do whatever they can in getting a small down payment. Later in the film Paul visits the poor family and lies about his position as a district manager and then creates a story about penalizing the processor of the order to get money out of the wife of the poor family.


What follows is Paul changing a flat tire. The flat tire is a minor inconvenience compared to making a sale but I can't help but see the flat tire as a symbol for the extent that Paul will go to make a dollar. He roles the tire down a hill and laughs. Paul is no different from the tire, he's used and blown out, his job is a joke and the pressure of selling is too much to take. After a terrible work day he vents about selling and believes he has all of the reasons why people buy and don't buy the Bible. His fellow co-workers treat him as if he is a leper, it is as if the lack of success could be contagious. Paul tags along on a potential sale and tries to help his fellow salesman. What happens is Paul being rejected and then used as selling device by his fellow worker to try and get a family to buy the Bible.


It's the last straw for Paul and he quits being a salesman. He try's to joke with his fellow workers but Paul's attempts are futile, instead of being funny he looks burned out and sounds incoherent.




In an interview the Maysles participated in about documentary they quoted about Salesman the verse from the Bible, "What profit a man if he gains the world yet loses his soul?" Paul is a man who knows that his soul is gone and traded for the dollar. He sings at one point in the film if I was a rich man, from Fiddler on the Roof. Paul is a real example of the malaise of living a life that is constantly striving for financial success. Many fictional films of the sixties portrayed characters with a dissatisfaction for established means of living, and characters looking for a freer way of life. The final blank stare that Paul gives in Salesman does not offer much in the way of hope for his future. The door to door sales business has passed him by, the emasculation of being a failure only leaves Paul with the possibility of retiring. But what is he retiring to? Of the landscape that we see in Salesman we see the harsh Massachusetts weather of winter. The broken down landscape via train when Paul goes to Chicago for the sales meeting and then finally the bazar world of Florida, with streets named after characters and places from Sinbad's Voyage and the houses residing eclectic residents. Paul is out of place, time and purpose.

Though time has progressed past the sixties and the days of door to door salesman with the nature that is represented in the film, Salesman still touches upon the challenge of trying to make a living. Grand philosophical and psychological words are never really spoken in Salesman but the film's content still seems to ask the question, "For what is our purpose, and why do we do what we do?" For every forlorn stare and moment of contemplation that seems to be a product of the environment in which we work, there is a bit of Paul within us. Maybe our souls were not meant for the whole world.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

June 30: Closing The Book

So much time can be spent
Reading about things that happened
Though understanding and knowledge can be gained
You can't go back and do it again

In moments so brief
Observations ever changing
There needs to be a new chapter
So there can be a morning after

Turn the cover down
The book goes back on the shelf
Tales later to be spoken
One day the books to be open
When the soul passes on
Let the books
Reflect the songs
Of the years that are gone



This final song/poem bookends the month. This notebook can now be closed for a little while but there will probably be times will when I will open the blue notebook, read the words and reflect. There is not only a time to look back but a time to put the pen to the blank page.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

June 29: Office Scene

Fluorescent bulbs
Blinding life out of the eyes
The cluttered desk
Pictures of happier times
High-heeled shoes teetering
One hand supporting
A brow partially covered
By strands of hair

The squeak of the chair
A click of the keyboard
Shuffled papers
The micro-sonic clench of the hand
The calendar met to cheer up
Marking numbers till the weekend

The inbox fills up
The clock marches on
The eyes shadowing discomfort
The heart beats for something more

Monday, June 28, 2010

June 28: A Question of Building

Who are the ones
That are going to build my house?
That question reaching inward
Yet making me reach out

Though the context may mean
Something very different
Your other words
Challenge me to make a difference

Give me a hammer
Give me some nails
I'll try to build upon
Something that will never fail
My skills may be limited
But your guidance will see me through
At the end of that work
It will all be for the glory of you

When you say, "Go,
Reach out to those rejected"
Work out of me
All the prejudice that'll make me ineffective

There shouldn't be a place
That I shouldn't bring a light to shine
Even though the threat is high
You say, "You're still mine"

So,
Give me a hammer
Give me some nails
I'll try to build upon
Something that will never fail
My skills may be limited
But your guidance will see me through
At the end of that work
It will all be for the glory of you

The work to be done
Is for so many
But the workers are few
Give strength to the minority
So the majority
Can give praise to you

Give me a hammer
Give me some nails
I'll try to build upon
Something that will never fail
My skills may be limited
But your guidance will see me through
At the end of that work
It will all be for the glory of you

Are you the one
That's going to build my house?

Sunday, June 27, 2010

June 27: The Long Nights

I never asked for
A time of testing
Even when it helps me
Understand times of blessings

Instead of seeking comfort
And asking for help
I was off to a corner
Refusing to get well

I don't understand loss
But I'm beginning to understand
What it means to carry my cross

When long nights
Seemed as if they would never end
And heartache
Was my only friend
The still small voice inside
Glared light into my eyes
That opportunity to blink
Opening my eyes to see and think
About how there's approaching
A greater day

My words were often
Very, very few
Folding hands in prayer
Was the opposite of what I wanted to do

It always felt easy
To let failure reign
And to forget about wisdom
That comes through times of pain

I don't understand loss
But I'm beginning to understand
What it means to carry my cross

When long nights
Seemed as if they would never end
And heartache
Was my only friend
The still small voice inside
Glared light into my eyes
That opportunity to blink
Opening my eyes to see and think
About how there's approaching
A greater day

The battles are never over
Even though I plead for
Peace during this war
The struggles are not
For me alone
The battle belongs to the Lord

I never asked for
A time of testing
Even when it helps me
Understand times of blessing




There have been many instances that have led me to having long nights. Some were of my own doing, others having come from people around me. When I think about having to "carry my cross" I reflect to why Jesus had to carry his on his day of death. His burden was so much more than just the present physical suffering he faced, but he was carrying the burden of the world. When there are moments of pain, it was there, loneliness, sorrow, seclusion, they were all there that day. And most importantly the three letter word of death, sin. If Jesus had never carried the cross, we would never have the blessing of it.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

June 26: The River Named Life

There's a river named Life
It helps the weary to thrive
The deep waters they will keep
All those thirsty to be alive

There's a river
For the children of the king
There's a river
On the banks we will sing
Glory, Glory, Glory
To the King, everlasting

There's no cost to drink
From that Holy river
Understand the Lord is merciful
And the true life giver

There's a river
For the children of the king
There's a river
On the banks we will sing
Glory, Glory, Glory
To the King, everlasting

Let the cool water
Come and revive your soul
This river is for eternity
For the sheep in the shepherds fold

There's a river
For the children of the king
There's a river
On the banks we will sing
Glory, Glory, Glory
To the King, everlasting

Let the water flood over
With mercy and grace
On all the saints and followers
From every tribe and race
And let us all sing
Glory, Glory, Glory
To the King, everlasting

There's a river
For the children of the king
There's a river
On the banks we will sing
Glory, Glory, Glory
To the King, everlasting

Friday, June 25, 2010

June 25: Sometime After The Ceremony

The sunlight blinded my eyes
The future just as hard to see
The reading of every name
The handshake that meant I was free

With a bit of pomp and circumstance
There was nowhere left to go
Life just shifted enormously
All I could do was play "Heroes"

I was told that
It's okay to dream
About what I could be
And the places I could see
Because we're all great achievers

As that sun went down
The orange and brown
Sunlight burned away
All the accolades
From this doubting believer

The concrete path
Leading out of that field
Our names etched into that stone
Once brimming with zeal

Now ten years or so
That stone starting to fade
Erosion just doesn't take names
It indicates false progress made

I once believed
I had five years to prove
Whether life was worth living
And even if it was worth attempting
Trying to be a great achiever

But wisdom doesn't come
With a push of a button
Perspective comes with time
And context comes inline
From this older believer

Pictures show someone
Who once was me
The paper of completion
Nowhere to be seen

That march goes on
The concrete path getting longer
The sun rising and falling
And Bluejays moving onward




I am reminded whenever I do a track workout at my former high school of how time has moved on since my time there. The etched nickname is not the same as it once was, and those fellow classmates of mine, their names disappearing. One day there will just be a concrete stone that looks choppy. How fitting that our life is reflected in some concrete.