As I clear out files, I find scraps of paper; the one I have just found had this title. It says that it is not a comment on writing or research, but on other aspects of work. It says that the amount of time I have to spend managing other peoples’ emotions about my degrees … More Ninety seconds of insight
O si se tiene sed, se alarga el brazo ¡Y a la copa que pasa se la apura! Luego, la copa turbia al polvo rueda, Y el hábil catador -manchado el pecho De una sangre invisible- sigue alegre Coronado de mirtos, su camino! ¡No son los cuerpos ya sino desechos, Y fosas, y jirones! Y … More Amor de ciudad grande III
…living in a culture which is concerned to preserve itself in a static way and/or revive an older version of itself; which repeats more than it evolves; which is participatory but in the sense of working to present itself as an object of consumption. (“I feel like a walking ethnographic exhibit,” someone said.) …”I do … More Things we said last night
Se ama de pie, en las calles, entre el polvo De los salones y las plazas; muere La flor el día en que nace. Aquella virgen Trémula que antes a la muerte daba La mano pura que a ignorado mozo; El goce de temer; aquel salirse Del pecho el corazón; el inefable Placer de merecer; … More Amor de ciudad grande II
…I mean, seriously. What I understood today, would have worked then, I do believe. Perhaps not, yet still it seems so. Tant pis. (What I learned was, don’t try to explain or justify things that have happened, do not try to defend, just say them. This stops the torture somehow–the how did we get here, … More Today I figured out how I could have, even then, gotten over something I have needed to get over for about twenty years
The 19th century is so rich and strange. The wicked Wiki: George Alphonse Fleury Izambard (born December 11, 1848 in Paris[1]– February, 1931) was a French school teacher, best known as the teacher of poet Arthur Rimbaud. He taught at the Collège de Charleville in Charleville, where his nickname was “Zanzibar”.[2] On 4 May 1870, Rimbaud’s mother wrote to Izambard … More Je est un autre
White candles and an amulet would be what I need now. The candles I can get, and the amulet I should seriously acquire. I am told, intriguingly, that it is less stressful to say This Is Happening, so now what than No It Is Not. That, I can tell, is true. Yet more intriguingly, But … More C’est intéressant
Does “the therapeutic model” (as though there were only one) interdict practitioners from identifying or naming experiences such as emotional abuse? Should practitioners not say such things “as they might intrude upon their client’s reality”? I would say not: not to recognize such things is to ignore what is happening. I also wonder why emotional … More Et voilà
What was that conversation plan I sketched out on the terrace today? Not in these words, but some of the following points. All of them are key, but only some are to be said. In no particular order. 1. On speaking directly: I want more of it (address the culture of rumors). 2. I have … More Pour la semaine prochaine: preparing for trial again
Some of us have been discussing anxiety. Est-ce que je l’ai, ou ai-je autre chose? I think in general that I have reasonable fear that I ignore, and that this creates malaise. Anxiety at its most basic level is knowing one is not living well and needs to live better, yet having instructions to live … More Anxiety or … ?
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