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 thought I had already posted that genius invention but it doesn't show up in search so here it is.  After yesterday's melancholy rant you would think today I would line up endless instances over the past eighty years, seventy years, of light flashes, intuitive mystical leaps and jumps, highs and ecstasies of every sort to counter balance counterstate the depression brought about or enabled by Fosse's dangerous book.  Well danger in the eyes of the readers.  

Dec 5 Friday

Mertens called last evening from cold Chicago, walking in deep snow.  Went to 1 degree here last night.

Finishing Journey to Serbia. Still not successful at pairing the bed remote, the second remote.  

the great Yugoslavian idea once proceeded from there---Croatia 79  But who knows? What does a stranger know?  art as the essential diversion 

the suicide note of Slobodan Nikolič, 8 October 1992   Handke's letter finished 19 December 1995

It was so detailed and immediate I doubt I understood much of it at all.  And yet at the end very briefly he makes very clear and powerful his point---the artist must try to defeat the machinery, the automatic responses, the fossilized rhetorics of journalism, of media in order to put us in touch with our commonality, our common childhoods.  Apropos of the item today from new yorker about Beckett's early years with the psychiatrist Brion.  The struggle in Jung's terms of everyone to be fully born.  

Colin coming to play piano with Bela.  We think.  Had no text exchange beforehand.  Yes he came.  William, seven, having trouble at school, poking kids with his pencil.  Colin thinks he's jealous of his younger sister, Caroline, 5.  Wants to get him outside more, burn off energy in the snow.  He thinks he needs more time with him, attention.  I agreed, suggested he do a little roughhouse with him.  

Now into Handke's Left-Handed Woman.  And Melancholy II.  Did I try to read that one before?  Perhaps.  

Marrianne and her son Stefan.  On their own.  Bruno visiting.  Wenders movie but not able to find it.  

Oline will have nothing to do with the idea of a water closet.  Sometimes she takes the fish into the outhouse built of driftwood when she is tired of the walk up hill.  Both brothers have gone on.