I was saying things about academia, how I dislike it because it requires you to renounce the things you love most about it. That is about working at institutions that work against your programs, of course, and I won’t say this is not a real problem, and that it is not highly irritating. But “renouncing … More On giving up what you love most
We will talk about this. I would like to teach Quintín Lame along with Macunaíma and other Indian things, and perhaps I will. Axé.
The article in Our Heritage, with photographs and stories of adventure in the CCCP from 1918 forward Paintings of Olga Bari-Aizenman [Note: Simeon Aizenman, a lawyer, was from Yalta] Paintings of Alexei Aizenman [This and most other sites also include family photographs] A.V. Bari on Wikipedia Moscow walks past the old factory Printing press building by … More An archive on Александр Бари, the Samoilovs, the Aizenmans, and related beings and creations
My great-great grandmother from Mitau. She was born in 1822, before the town was swallowed up by Riga. Latvia had been annexed to Russia in 1795. Here she is in the early to mid 1840s. She is with her first son Alexander, who died at 18 months. Her second son Alexander was born in St. … More Henrietta S. Kahn
On an English side of my family is this great-great-great-great grandmother, born in Virginia in 1750. And the corresponding great-great-great-great grandfather, and a child. And me, of course. These ancestors had a daughter who married Francis Scott Key. He wrote the Star-Spangled Banner, and we know a great deal about that song, so this is … More Great-great-great-great
Most of what I know, was always known. All I have discovered is the Aizenman connection. My father’s aunt and uncle were grandchildren of the immigrant, Benjamin Matveevich. They had first cousins in Russia that they stayed in touch with throughout their lives. Benjamin and his wife Henrietta Khan were both born in Riga. He … More A partial summary of discoveries
Were I a surrealist painter I would paint several versions of this dream. Vallejo would write a difficult, but not surrealist poem about it. I wish I had Freud or Jung to study it. In it, I was visiting at a huge house, large enough to be a castle. My room had a huge waterbed … More A very strange nightmare
We will ponder the meaning of this fear of extreme violence. “If I am to be in relationship to anything, it must be as a sacrificial lamb to it,” I told my analyst, interpreting a dream. Axé.
“One must do what is central to one’s self before anything else.” It is interesting because I still do not, or do not really know what that thing would be as I do not do it. What I must do first is take care of Mother; second, I may choose what I like best from … More Alguien dijo
Something is dying. What is getting born? Did something die long ago, and did I simply not recognize it? Was the thing that died real? I think it was the realest thing that ever happened to me, but was it real? Some say not. There is something I don’t want to die and don’t want … More Algo está muriendo
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