Tuesday, March 01, 2022

January and February 2022

 11 January 2022 


passage by Martin Asiner from amazon—-gentlest of bear hugs—notable.

By the time that Northrop Frye published Anatomy of Criticism in 1957, the New Criticism was clearly creaking to an end. There was a general feeling in the air that something new was about to supplant it. Frye's book was not the only one to appear that year to perhaps be that something but his spoke the loudest. Even in his Fearful Symmetry published ten years earlier, Frye had outlined the basic thrust of his belief that criticism would be derelict in its duty if it ignored the totalizing function of myth and archetype as both sought to expand the critical vision of writer and reader to widen such that literature might then be seen as a self-contained literary universe with all parts of one element linked mythically and archetypically to all the rest. With a growing disenchantment of the restrictions imposed by the New Critics, university professors of literature were eager to accept Frye's novel contention that all of literature, and hence all of humanity were interlocked in a genetic, psychological, social, and cultural bear hug of the gentlest sort. Frye seemed to symbolize a literary Theory of Everything. Yet, not all professors, critics, readers, and reviewers agreed. Opposition to Frye built slowly at first, and with the advent of newer and competing theories like post-structuralism, deconstruction, and feminism, vocal and strident opposition reached a crescendo.


One of the people in the house says she has caught a cold.  Jeff from Jersey Plumbing is putting a new disposal under the sink.  With these other people in the house since we got here, five days ago now, we have not had a chance to really get used to the house, to really take it in and let it take us in, let us give us its unique, gentle bear hug.  But that will happen.  We did manage to drive around the block and get a photo of the house from the back, across neighbors' walls.  


"nor does having an exact forecast matter all that much in a world where things always turn out differently from what one had expected, anyway, and the thing is to be shrewd and tough in adapting oneself to their waywardness."  Musil  591


covid test negative.  gorgeous pink sunset over the back wall.  No one willing to pay $600. for a good office chair, zody mesh.  We'll see if some cheapy at staples will do.

tomorrow.  I feel bad being irritated too much by petty things like someone's voice echoing through the house on loud phone calls.  The house has no fabrics.  Not much.  Very echoey.  Sweetly quiet when no one else is here.  




Dear Bob,


Two years ago McGann also suggested I read Pessoa.  I did, and that

disquietude helped me deal with my own in the face of Trump and the

pandemic.  I found the translations of Zenith and Jull Costa so

different that I felt compelled to turn to the original. I ended up

using that in "Anything you say...," which Tamas Panitz published

online in Blazing Stadium last year.  I'm also attaching "Lith," which

I worked on all last year.  I don't think it's publishable anywhere

except online, because the color images would be too expensive on

paper.


Geoge Quasha at Station Hill is supposed to bring out "Almost   Thence

Sum" on paper sometime this year.  McGann has contributed an

afterword.


Best regards,

Jeffrey

 


today the rush to get home covid tests and masks.  Gov distributing them in the headlines.  the new Apple home pod plays fIP but so far FIP has played lousy.  Opened box 12 and found the Grainger diaries Willow wants and the adapter I need to get the new HP printer functioning.  We are at home waiting for the desk chair to be delivered some time today.  The printer works.  wowza!  


I was re-reading your section of SPEAKING INTO SILENCE, and it occurred to me that your journeys into the Lax archives (and elsewhere) is exactly why I write:  to probe, to search for...?  Getting published (and occasional praise) are only pleasant by-products.

   I'm working on a series of "letters", and your writing inspired one:


Dear Louis,


1.

Why


does


one 


even...?



2.

Everything


leads to...?



3.Your face...?


—Ed Schwartz

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23 Jan Sunday


Two visits to Placitas in two days.  


25 January  Tuesday   

11:02  Joe Carrasco finished putting the HomeStation charger onto the garage wall.  After a few false starts which found the mount too far away from the plug.  we  found a piece of plywood and he cut that down to use as a mount under the unit, put it up in a few places until he got it where the plug (big DC plug) would fit into the outlet which he had installed yesterday.  Ramon his younger brother had hip surgery two weeks ago.  He's the one I met first.  About 57, had the hip pain for five years.  Pain gone first day after the surgery but painkillers are making his thinking a bit wobbly still, according to Joe.  Their dad has a small farm down in Las Cruces, is 92.  


We go to dinner tonight a Pappadeaux's with Eloy and Danessa.  Lots of questions to ask about the details in the house.  


Sent tax docs and such to Juanita.  Feels like school assignment for math course which I know I will be lucky to get a C in.   In for a cold week of weather here, no higher than 50s in the day time.  Va wants to be sure to see West Side Story tomorrow.  Two French style chairs to assemble before Kim comes to visit on Tuesday.  Covid news everyday vies now for headlines with war rumblings in Ukraine.  All we need.  


An influencer named Scott Barry Kaufman posted a short piece in Scientific American dividing us into those who believe in Oneness and those who do not.  "People who believe that everything is fundamentally one differ in crucial ways from those who do not. In general, those who hold a belief in oneness have a more inclusive identity that reflects their sense of connection with other people, nonhuman animals, and aspects of nature that are all thought to be part of the same "one thing." This has some rather broad implications."  


late afternoon.  We canceled the dinner with Eloy and Danesa because Willow feels as if she has a cold.  Worried about covid but looking up differences in symptoms it seems as if it is a cold.  

Especially since PT had one a week ago when she was here.  


Paid a deposit to have another electrical contractor come out and look over the installation of the home charger.  Wanting a second opinion.  The Optum doctor's (Nhyase) assistant called and canceled the appointment the phone assistant had made for us.  

4


Nap felt good.  Slight sense of chill.  Took an aspirin so it could be that.  Va doing a long sleep, over an hour now. Heating up beans and rice and separate can of soup.  Chills from the red chile pepper on the ersatz pizza last night?  Could fix egg scramble if that would appeal to anyone.  


"Ulrich's words about locking her in his arms had touched her like a secret promise."  Musil 613 


I'm just as relieved not to go out to Pappadeaux's tonight.  Wait until the days are a wee longer and warmer.  Message from Ken earlier.  54 and rainy there.  One friend and wife have visited, guy who was college counselor at U of  C high school.  I suppose we said hello to the group at a restaurant a few years ago when the four friends visited Ken.  English majors all.  


Whether to wake Willow or not.  Has been an intense twenty days, from leaving on black ice on Jan 5th until today.  I'm so nervous about this home station installation I want a second electrician to check it over.  Paid the $149.00 deposit with Qmerit Electrification, will now see if anyone calls.  


Got a box of 3M N95 masks today.  Also the orange candles.  Bit of wax in one of the candle holder tubes, so it had been used even though it is so shiny.  We walked at the mini Walmart neighborhood market today.  Grocery store, somehow big but too crowded and somehow kind of strange.  Cramped parking lot.  Also drove to Target to walk but did just a little.  Va's energy was fading then and her back hurting her.  I had her seat adjusted very badly, fixed that I hope.  


winds howling outside, may be snow on the ground in the morning.  snow day most likely.  I'll take a stab at putting together one of the French dining chairs.  Even though strictly warned by the instructions that I need two people.  


Will I get this cold too?  Perhaps.  


26  Weds  


Going to see West Side Story this morning at 11:40.  Cold and gray!  Light gray but gray cloud cover.  Warmer by Saturday.  Unwrapped the arms of the first chair.  Entered the s/n of the HomeStation into the app and definitely want the electrician here again to do all that the app wants done to connect everything.  No word back yet from Qmerit about deposit paid and who they might send out.  Glad I contacted them after all.  


This morning I tried to use my Wahl clipper, to cut my hair,  which is much thinner than the bristles of my former mustache.  I thought it was just the thick bristles the clipper would tug but not cut. Wrong.  It only tugged my hair, too.  So I ordered an identical Wahl clipper for $18 from Walmart while wondering if the term "Yankee Clipper" applies.


Have decided to sell my 2009 Toyota Camry to my nephew for $5 in February.   He lives with his wife and their three kids in the basement of her father's house.   She suffers from "apprehensiveness" and is on welfare.  Nephew does odd jobs and makes about $300 a month and relies on Medicaid.  Wife owns a beat up old Mazda minivan, which her father bought for her since she has never had a job.  She's 28 and he's 50.  Kids are 8, 6, and 5. A real West Virginia couple!    When my brother died in 1972 he left my nephew a million dollars in 1972.   My brother's wife and the nephew's drug habit back then spent all that money on god only knows what.   He's clean now, but goes to a drug counselor in Hagerstown once a week.   He's a nice guy, but just lives in a different world from mine.   I hope the car will  help him get better jobs.


New clipper due to arrive Jan  27.       P


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Antonio from 5 Star Electrical came at 1:30 today to look over the home charger station.  Finally got clear in my mind how batteries work and how to prolong their life.  Will experiment now with not charging the car every day.  Nor the cell phone.  Letting the battery go low before fully charging gives you a long usage on the battery!!  Duh.  Never understood that.  He even seemed to think I could leave it in the garage for months without having it charge at all.  Can I have it plugged in but not charging?  He was big on solar panels too.  


30 January  12:50  Ambulance taking Va to Rust Medical to see what is causing the pain in her left leg.  Russian nurse at CVS Minute Care this morning helped remind me that a blood clot might be the real problem.

emt driver just now says preliminary signs are there is no clot but they will be able to do the imaging necessary to determine more clearly what is causing the pain in her leg.  She said this morning that she was feeling it all day yesterday when she was with Beckie but didn't want to say anything and wanted to get her high pedometer count.  Cold morning and gray here today.  I first went to PresbyCare but they wouldn't talk with us, not even on the nurse helpline, unless we were in the system.  Not the same as Urgent Care suggested the pharmacist at CVS.  Just ordered a wheel chair from Amazon.  One night at the hospital?  Two?  Speaking selfishly now, I am happy that I/we have asked for help from professionals.  We might have managed by ourselves for a day or more but the blood clot possibility was enough to make me want to call for help.  Few years ago when Va fell off the bed I did not hesitate to call 911.  I hesitated more here.  In Plymouth the small town effect made it easy.  Here the larger city effect and not knowing anyone made it more difficult.  And yet when the firemen showed they made us completely comfortable.  2:45 Armando just called.  I'll go pick her up now.  !


Contusion of the ankle.  walking boot.  ice and elevation.  Voltaren gel three times a day for thirty days.  have the brace looked at and adjusted at Samuel Weisberg Prosthetics  1018 Coal SE  "A contusion is a deep bruise.  Contusions are the result of a blunt injury to tissues and muscle fibers under the skin.  The injury causes bleeding under the skin."


Monday  bright morning.  Willow in bed, comfy.  Smoothie.  Ointment on the ankle.  Reading second volume of Henna artist.  Now sitting at the table for lunch.  


Day at home.  Watched a lot of tv.  Felt good.  Va rested her foot most of the time.  On one walk from bedroom to living room she complained of some pain.  Tomorrow Kim comes for lunch.   


Super quiet Feb 1 morning at 11 am.  Reading.  Thai ordered online.  Waiting for Kim to come for lunch at 1.  Willow reclining with the salve on her foot.  Reading.  Colder weather even snow coming tomorrow night.  

Nice chat with Dave on the video last night as he was locking up RockU.  They will go to Austria to ski and take some friends and kids along.  In mid-February.  Straightened the house.  Portable toilet seat works very well in the guest bathroom.  For Lou and Barbara to use tomorrow when they come to visit and teach Willow Mah Jong.  


2 Feb 



from Phil

Your into course sounds somewhat like the one I had to take at Brown my freshman year.  At Brown it was all about getting the punctuation and grammar right.  One semester, although real dummies had to take it for two semesters.  Other than that, you're relating a story about grad school, but that Brown dean was talking about undergrads.  And you were talking about years after US universities were worried about Vietnam.   In 1964 that storm hadn't quite arrived yet.   


This morning I attended a mass for Peg said by a Jesuit priest tht had been arranged by an old friend from my Peace Corps days.  The chapel, across the street from Georgetown U, was built in 1794 and was quite simple but nice, lit by candles because this was "candlemas."  The priest was a young Jesuit, seemingly a nice guy in his early 30s who announced in the service that it was for Margaret A. Ofstead, which choked me up a bit even though I'm not religious at all.   However listening to the readings and service in English (the last mass I attended was in 1962 and was in Latin) struck me as mash-up of nearly barbaric sentiments about the need to sacrifice for a ruler/god and some very nice admonitions to help others.  I see the Judaic-Christian tradition as the remnant of  Egyptian pharaoh worship, which was adopted and adapted by the Jews and rather mindlessly adopted in toto from the Jews by Christians.  Gotta thank the pharaoh-god for everything, beg his forgiveness, sacrifice to him.  No thanks!


Afterwards, as I was walking back to my car in Georgetown I was admiring some of the vert nice homes nearby, when I saw a rat  run across the street.  Then I drove home via Wisconsin Avenue and barely recognized it.  So much has changed.  New buildings while old restaurants and shops are no longer in business.    The words of the readings in the service, that drive up Wisconsve and the rat were kind of depressing  P




Sounds very upsetting emotionally in all, but understandable.  No idea you had not graced a church threshold since 1962!  A good record to note.  We started

watching a movie on prime last night called Luxor---some sort of slow Egypto-Brit artsy romance but the images of Luxor have given me the best 

views of Egypt I've ever had.  Have no desire to ever go.  Can see how the magnitude of the ruins have haunted the west for from forever.  Napoleon's

troops dug them out of the sand.  You're right about Christianity but you forget that to the pharaoh they added the roman emperor so in all as a "great world

religion" (along with Hinduism and Buddhism) the real triumph is syncretism, the blending and merging of all sorts of stuff into some vaguely reassuring and

useful facade and stage backdrop against which ordinary boring life can take some aspirational grandeur and solace.  I.e. imagine whatever it wants and

then say later oh, oh, yeah that's in the sacred books and guaranteed by the gods' revelations.  


Snow called for today---five inches.  barely flurrying now, Va's friends coming for lunch.  Seems the forecasts have to cover the whole state and locals know

what to expect.  If there is a real ground cover later tonight it will be a disaster short term because idiots insist on driving with no snow removal and no

snow tires and no knowledge of driving on slick roads.  So as faux new englanders we do know how to hunker down and wait out a storm.  Liking the gas

heat even though the concrete house on a slab feels so different from a wooden house with stories below and above.  


Oh I forgot to tell you.  We called 911 on Sunday.  Or did I?  Va laid up with a bruised ankle, could not walk on it, the left foot that uses the AFO device, brace.

Something in the brace rubbed her ankle.  Staying off it for a week or so with ointment.  


Hit the jackpot yesterday.  Found a doctor new to the recommended health system here who will take us on as new patients, appointments next week.  Seems

amazing.  We just want to get into the systems and have a pcp contact.  When I asked on Sunday at two urgent care places on Sunday what to do about Va's

problem, I got turned away as not being in their system or having only Medicare plus private and not authentic Medicare Advantage.  Which I had never 

heard of.  Digging around about that on google and you find it seems a new way for insurance co's to quibble and wrangle as they will on top of medicare

basics.  

Meanwhile the real excitement has been spending days trying to get the new HP printer and the macbookpro to happily communicate with one another---i.e.

print a simple document.  


B


11:00   Snowing now.  Moreso.  Looks like the lunch trio won't show.  I wouldn't go out in this.  Starting to stick.  


make use of Nancy's Interview questions: from five days ago.  


I am curious to know how you like living in the new house? 

Must feel nice to call it your own since last year you were renters.

Has it been warm in ABQ?

Isn't that where on N Y's eve the workers got stuck in the Gondola coming down?

What are your days like? 

Where do you go for daily walking?

Do you have someone who comes so you still get your day to yourself?

Are you going to remodel your master (oops, now we say MAIN) bath? I think you mentioned it.

How is your life different from life in Plymouth?

Any plans for the kids to come to ABQ?

Are you happy there (or in general?)

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"A circle encompassing all ways of feeling,"  De Campos  204 Pessoa A Little Larger   here in the house two semi-circular windows  Placing great store by those.  In those.  United east to west one circle.  


no call from Lou or Barb, so plans might go forward . . . we allow the locals to call the shots . . . 


Pattie sent us the photo of the red camelia.  Just called her number again.  She is in the waiting room at Dartmouth H, seems her cataract procedure might go sooner than she had thought.  We have to research the panoptic lens, based on what Kim told us yesterday.  


"Now he experienced a moment of that special lucidity that lights up everything going on behind the scenes of oneself, though one may be far from being able to express it."  Musil  634 

"A metaphor holds a truth and an untruth, felt as inextricably bound up with each other."  Dream and what it expresses.  


"Like certain kinds of bacteria that split an organic substance into two parts, mankind splits the original living body of the metaphor into the firm substance of reality and truth, and the glassy unreality of intuition, faith, and artifact.  There seems to be nothing in between; and yet how often a vaguely conceived undertaking does succeed, if only one goes ahead without worrying it too much!"  635


We could say, would say, that this is precisely what happened last year around March when we began exploring the notion of buying Casa Alegre and here we are sitting in it.  It all succeeded because we went ahead with it and did not worrying it too much.  We worried it, for sure, but not too much.  


3 Feb Thursday   2 inches of snow everywhere here.  Bernallillo got 4 says KOB.  Looks lovely of course but no going out onto the roads.  Sunshine full force this morning.  Still going to be cold tonight. 6 degrees, warmer by Saturday.  Willow still booting her ankle and it still looks darkly bruised, well, not dark yet but can see how it will get darker.  Contusion.  Good word.  The bleeding is deep inside and not easily seen until later.  


Ed and I went to lunch yesterday while Lou tried to teach Barb and Voo how to play mahjong.  Developed in 19th C China.  Looks incredibly complicated and full of more gizmos than  would have thought.  Racks to hold the tiles, a mat, etc.  Lou says she will take Va swimming.  Already worrying about that.  Their stability on wet tile floors, Lou's strength and stability, etc.  See how it plays out.  She is already a member of Defined.  


Ed took us to a Thai place a block away from Flying Star Corrales. Very good.  He thought it was the one we had found near here.  No matter.  We talked about all of our thises and thats.  He's still fascinated by Lax, by how free of narrative, story, Lax's work is.  That is his theme these days, how small and big stories suck us into their power whether we like it or not.  Not

an unsimilar tale as Phil talks about.  Have to send Phil a message about it.


Lunched with a friend here yesterday while his wife and another friend took care of Va for lunch and tried to play mahjong. (started in 19th C China).  Ed has been a writer all of his life, grew up in Brooklyn, Jewish, family ran a resort hotel in the Catskills.  He hasn't published that much and has never tried that hard to "have a career" as a poet.  First lunch talk I've had with anyone for about two years.  He got onto how much he's tired of stories in his readings, both small and large stories, have little or no interest to him anymore, wants to read poetry perhaps and other kinds of writing but not

stories.  Sounded so much like what you've been saying.  In fact at one point he even said "they are just one guy's take or view on things and why should his story about anything be of interest to me?"  So . . . is this falling off of interest in others' stories what seems to happen to us when he get into our mid-70s??  Does it happen mostly of educated elites, or smart guys who figure things out and then settle into their ready-steady views on most topics?  Generational distancing that is inevitable and irrefutable.  I hate to go here—but it even gives us a way to understand how someone like McConnell could just say from the outset once Obama was elected (new generation, McC in his 70s) well, my goal is to obstruct him as much as possible.  Nothing else!  Anyway, that was one topic at lunch.  Another was a friend, poet, in Cambridge who had gone really bonkers some years back, old Quaker family, had a trust fund, so didn't have to work, started carrying around big stuffed animals and having lunch with them.  And other such lunching topics.    


Ed has a friend named Polly who really likes Musil so he wanted to know much more about him.  He and a reading group had just finished a big book by a historian, Charles Taylor, who reveals in the last chapter that he is a Catholic.  Probably the book The Secular Age—896 pages.  He's a big thinker, prize winner, at McGill.  Glad they found it interesting, he's got huge press coverage, but I ain't gonna glance at it.  


Betsy worked at Amazon early on, have to find out if she crossed paths with Jon Philips.  


Wish I had written down that Musil passage about how we break up through the floor of things only to find ourselves in the basement of a previous generations' buildings.  Or something like that.  Can google find me that?  nope.  


Here's another:  Charles Taylor in one sentence?  "And while faith based on theological reasoning is today universally engaged in a bitter struggle with doubt and resistance from the prevailing brand of rationalism, it does seem that the naked fundamental experience itself, that primal seizure of mystic insight, stripped of all the traditional, terminological husks of faith, freed from ancient religious concepts, perhaps no longer to be regarded as a religious experience at all, has undergone an immense expansion and now forms the soul of that complex irrationalism that haunts our era like a night bird lost in the dawn."  MWQ 603     


Whole morning  and no reading.  Caffeine make that impossible?  Distractive laptop habits?  Those good old days of curl up with a good book?

Ed talked about, asked about Lax.  How did he write in the moment, free of story, need for story, no narrative frames?  Guess the Circus cycle of poems, early career, does succumb to story, but the later work—-pure act—-writes the moment—in some sort of zen fashion.  But Ed wondered all the usual things—-how did he make a living, didn't he work for the new yorker, in new york, was he homosexual, did he have any love affairs, any life partners, series of loves, friends, how did he hang out in Greece for all those years?  etc McGregor's biography manages to tell us his life without really answering these questions very well.  He does make the money question clear enough.  Sort of.  Still, when you read Zenith, you say, oh, if only a Zenith had written about Lax and not a McGregor!  


spent forty-five minutes getting auto-pay set up for Va's Cigna/ExpressScripts account.   Betsy doesn't recall Jon Phillips.  And Phil

weighs in —-

You are so lucky to be able to have a lunch with someone, and after two years of no lunches you know how lucky you are.


Thank you so much for letting me know that I am not the only old guy who has lost patience with fiction.   In fact, if I knew how to do the research and was ten years younger, I'd try to write a book on the subject.  In fact, I might write a short article on the subject and see if anyone will publish it.  The key, as you note, is trying to figure out who this is happening to - and why.   My guess is that it's happening only to older males who used to read some fiction, but whose careers didn't involve teaching about fiction.  So, another question emerges: why males and not females?   My guess is that males and females, in general, read for very different reasons.  Males read to find out how to do something, such learn about chemistry,  earn money,  solve a crime or go to Mars, and women read to learn about people's emotional experiences.  The latter subject interests young men a little, especially, when they are told by parents and teachers  that reading certain fictional works, makes them cultured.  But as time goes on, men, I think, care less and less about being considered cultured or hearing about others' emotions, thoughts, and experiences.  They, including me, will still read non-fiction to learn how things work or, with history, how things used to work, but, in fictions, their only interest is perhaps some comedy.   Men still want a good laugh now and then.  And they will still read nonfiction about politics, history, technology, etc.  But 99.999% of fiction just becomes "someone else's opinion and I could care less about it."


However, there is that other category of men:  those who like you and Sitter had careers based on teaching about fiction.  In your workiing days you had to stay up to date on fiction and opinions about fiction.   But I can't predict how English/lit/language  profs  will react to fiction as they get older.  You and John seem more willing than I am to read fiction these days.  Is that true of all ex=profs?   I really have no idea.


Anyway that's how I think about it now.  However, Quakers having lunch with stuffed animals is a subject that might interest me, so long as the story is non-fiction.  

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Musil—"She felt that she was herself part of a story." 635   Phil's protests are even stranger when you recall that he wrote and published five (or six?) novels.  Might be part of the trauma of Peg's final years of illness and death that has spun him into these opinions.  And yet Ed did voice very similar notions yesterday, and for the past few years if I remember clearly.  


I guess I'm still back with Booth—-reading as a way, my principal way, of keeping company, of looking for company to keep.  The writer and friendship, the writer as intimate companion on a journey we share in exploration.  Pilgrimage, Burke said.  Wanderings.  Searchings.  Pessoa's cast of characters looking for a drama, for a narrative, for connectednesses that never connect.  Pretty much prefiguring social media invented after all of this.  Va is just starting to read the new Polish Nobel laureate, Olga . . . the books of Jacob.  


Saturday FEB  5  We drove through Old Town and then up the mountain to our old haunt Flying Star on Juan Tabo.  There a chance chat with an interesting woman, Kathie Winograd, retired two years ago as president of the community college up there, CNM.  Statistician from Kentucky, married to another of the same profession, no children, vacation place up in Colorado where they are heading for more skiing this week.  Agrees with us about having lived in the golden age of higher ed.  Her grandmother a coal miner's daughter, like mine.  Well, Ella's dad maybe was a saloon owner and not a miner.  


On the drive up Willow wondered allowed if we should look into going into assisted living at the new Overture place going up along Coors Boulevard.  

House cleaner, Liz, helped me put a non-slip mat under the main carpet.  


"of all the systems we have set up, none has the secret of staying at rest: then all these things, however different they look, are also bound up with each other like the branches of a tree, completely concealing the trunk on all sides."  645-646 Musil   Ulrich's sense his life on two tracks, two different trees, surface daylight and dark below, closed to traffic.  


two hour pleasant dinner last night with Ed and Barb.  week ago we called 911 and got the boot for the ankle contusion  6 Feb   Dave says he is at a concert for the adult RockU crew


Do you guys ever talk about "assisted living?" With sitting out her bruised ankle Va just brought it up for the first time on her own.  Ken and Carole are the only couple we know who have investigated and planned for the move for a long time.  We avoid the question and wait for a catastrophe---the humanists' approach!!??


Sunny and warmer here but still a bit chill.  Getting used to the concrete house. Waiting for  those mid 50 temps in a few days.


I am curious to know how you like living in the new house?   We are liking it a lot.  So simple and clean and clear.  One floor, smaller, easy floor plan, love our high ceilings, sense of light, feels like a cool summer house, generic hotel/condo decor and feel but that all feels light and free of baggage in contrast to the eastern house.  


Must feel nice to call it your own since last year you were renters.  2 years ago, remember, (Covid) we rented.  Still not really sunk in that we own this house!!


What are your days like?   Very quiet days, esp now nursing the ankle.  I'm worried that the soft big boot is not giving the foot and ankle support the brace does so trying to do only necessary walking.  We see a brace doc this Weds and our new PCPs on Friday.

Tuesday we have dinner with our managers to thank them.  Last night we had a long dinner over at Barb and Ed's house, two blocks away.  She's V's friend who had polio when she was 10, crutches ever since.  


Where do you go for daily walking?  I haven't forced myself into a daily walk yet! Lazy.  But close by is a good trail on the edge of the golf course and another into the petroglyph lava bluffs.  A small park near too, with geese in the small ponds.  


Do you have someone who comes so you still get your day to yourself?  Yes, same woman from before is willing to take Saturdays.  She came twice so far, hope to have her start again end of this week.  Already have a trail planned to explore galleries on

Canyon Road in Santa Fe since it is impossible to do that sort of meandering with Va.  


You are so lucky to have the Carrot of a NYC escape to keep you going.  Should make it five days, four nights!!!!


Are you going to remodel your master (oops, now we say MAIN) bath? I think you mentioned it.   that did get done and works quite well.  Say why and when did house builders in USA decide doorways into bathrooms should be more narrow than doorways into other rooms????  In our bath we will still shave four inches off a half wall

next to the toilet, just a little tight still for Va maneuver.  Will have that done this summer after we go back.  


How is your life different from life in Plymouth?   No stairs!!  wonder if my knees will

complain when we go back?  Many many more choices to do the same old things---go

wallking in a big store, here lots of stores close by, and a big mall close by.  Here everything is a 15-20 min spin in the car---all over town.  There 45-60 mins to get to

just one option for retail or food.  


Any plans for the kids to come to ABQ?  So far they will come in Aug to Plymouth and

maybe again December, but that will change with each year they get older, we suspect.


Are you happy there (or in general?)  I'm loving it, love the dry altitude and barren landscape.  Amazed at how much I prefer this lava bed side of town versus the 

heights right under the mountain.  We had lunch up there yesterday and it confirms my sense of being lucky we zeroed in on this side of town rather than up there which is too faux snooty, gated communities, overcrowded with new verizony-tmobile grandeur storefronts.  


Happy?  What's that?  I was going to suggest that boredom is worse for all of us these past two years but then in the novel I'm slowly inching through the narrator complains how boring life is for everyone, this in the 1930s.  


Belatedly binging on You (Dave said we had to get back and get into it) and enjoying it.

You might enjoy "Love Inevitably"  terrible title, but main characters are Italian and Spanish, Sevilla and Rome, flamenco and limoncello.  


Va has finished reading the second volume of Henna Artist Jaipur trilogy, liked both, waiting for vol 3.  Send your groups' whole reading list. 


Are the Kents down in Georgia yet?  Bitter winter in NE this year!  


cheers to you both and all 


——-

Ed's letters, a sample


Actually a series of letter (LETTERS TO A LIFE) is an ongoing project of mine.  I'm up to letter (533).  Sometimes they are written to my imagination of real people (I never use real names) and sometimes they are written "To Myself".  I'll enclose the latest two:

 To Myself:

!.

Our every 


thought


"imprisons"


2.

Peg's 


always


pacing.



To Myself:


1.

The prairie


flat


"hopeless".



2.

"McSwain, Texas


pop. 410"

—————-


an attempt of mine


Dear Albert


Voluptuous


never have I


written that


in a letter


understand


——-


short talk with David this morning.  Nothing on tap for this Monday.  Perhaps taking wheelchair to Hope church if they call back.  


9 Feb


watched half of it last night after a big meal so our bellies were too full but was not impressed at all.  Agree about her arm waving.  Struck me that she was lucky at the start

with the vogue jackpot from stanford and from there on she was "in" the pub world and could write and do anything and keep getting published.  then the events of the

age were crazy and her flat no-nonsense style sounding just "against" the grain of the wild headlines that she could seem like some LA buddhitsava without even trying.

Her husband sounds like he was an abusive jerk but they stayed together like Liz and Burton and other such couples, oh, yes, Bill and Hill, because they know that it is

only as a couple/brand that they will survive media cruelty and stay in the news one way or another.  Fame and its discontents I guess.  The fawning nephew moviemaker

wants to bask in his aunt's fame while he can still get her on film.  Probably won't watch the rest of it.  She didn't seem to have anything to say.


Dinner with our manager and his wife, whom we had met only over zoom.  We never knew that Abq has a big New Orleans style restaurant, that's where we met them, their

choice, we hosted to thank them.  Terrific food and genuinely NO flavor.  I had Mississippi Blackened Catfish Opalousa and dirty rice.  Have to look up Opalousa, must be

a place name,  Va had fresh Chilean Mahi with andouille sausage grits and fresh corn.  Guess we liked the break from what I usually fix everyday---black bean burger and

salad.  


Donald on Jan 31  Dear Bob and Virgina,


I hope all is well. 


I ordered Zenith's bio of Pessaon and a copy of The Book of Disquiet.  Following instructions, I am reading the bio first.  It is exceptionally well written, in fact a TOUR DE FORCE as we used to say.  It is, however, exceptionally long and I am only at page 418.


Because of a complication, I receive two copies of each book and Amazon tells me not to bother to return the copies.  Do you have Zenith's biography?  If not, I would be happy to send one to you.  If you do, I'll donate it to the Fontbonne Library?  Just let me know.


Best wishes,


Donald


——


Last night we watched Power of the Dog.  Jane Campion.  We must watch the movies she made before this and after The Piano.  Powerful movie.  Beautiful scenery but not Montana.  Filmed in New Zealand.  Campion makes a piano central once again.  Every one of her films?  Had never heard of the writer before, Thomas Savage.  Wonder if his biography is more interesting than his novels?  His wife also a writer.  Our parents' generation.  They met at Colby college.  Bought then canceled bio after reading an article by the bio author.  


Talked with Rich and later Anne.  We'll meet in Charlotte instead of Atlanta.  Just booked flight on Delta.  Stop over in ATL.  


Zenith's biography of Pessoa is so good, a tour de force as Donald says, that I should make it be the last biography I read.  Savage's story is lost forever in the novels he wrote, in which he hid what he wanted to say and what he had no idea how to describe.  The particulars of any one person's life can never be captured, let alone reshaped into someone else's book, even if it be a work of art in its own right.  Boswell, Zenith.  Why did Jane Campion want to make a movie of this second level novel?  Or third level?  Especially with the hindsight of our era looking with nostalgic enlightenment on what came before?  did she want an excuse to film her landscapes?  


When the director says that “it was really happenstance for everyone connected to the book,” she is very much including “Power of the Dog’s” Canadian producer, the veteran Roger Frappier, who was killing time in Paris when he read an article that mentioned that the Savage volume, a book he’d never heard of, was actor Gérard Depardieu’s favorite novel.

“He went out and bought a copy,” the director relates, “lay on his bed and read it and successfully pursued the rights.”

As for Campion, she was given the book by her stepmother, Judith Campion, who is thanked in the closing credits. “She’s a great reader. We often swap books, and she sent it to me out of the blue.”

While Campion finds “most novels hard to finish — nothing comes to a real crisis, I lose confidence in them,” “Power of the Dog” was different. “It was such a tight little beast I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was actually haunted by it. I trust my psyche — what I fall in love with is the thing for me.”


Dear Roger, I want you to know that I have read every word and looked at every post card in your  wonderful book. I especially enjoyed learning about the old west and seeing parts of Chicago like the Art Institute that was very special to us.  I didn't realize that St Louis celebrated the Louisiana Purchase which of course is very logical given its name. I wish you had included an introduction explaining how you came to have this incredible postcard album and how it is connected to your own family history.

Is there any way to access the cards online to see them in greater detail? 

un abrazo a ti y otro a Isi.

Va

———-  


Feb 13 Sunday   Roy's birthday, he's coming tonight for a visit.  

—-

didn't see this as I rarely look at yahoo mail...gmail its been for a long time, please use gmail.


I do not remember anything about the cataract surgery except that

Dr Christopher Connor (Hanover) did it - NO pain, and instant crystal clear vision. No need for glasses...for months. but as we age so do the miracle surgeries. Now (more than a year later) I need readers for most things written but still no glasses to drive or be near people. If Va thinks this will be a 100% cure-all just keep in mind that yes for  a while it felt like a miracle - but time erodes and things get cloudy again. He calls it the greasy windshield and I've been back once for a clean-up.  She may be a prime candidate but anyone with cataract surgery will tell you it isn't

100% all the time. The times it is it is amazing.


It is February here = STILL cold. We have had the coldest winter for years. if you can wrap your head around this -19F MINUS 19F.

most days have been minus something - -6F, -11F, -3F and then this week we had the January Thaw - late. The ice on the ground has not melted - 

we had a night of freezing rain followed by snow so it looked like easy shoveling but put a shovel into it and it stuck. 4" of solid ice covered with several inches of snow. So you are far better off where you are.

$400 every 2 weeks for heat here and I wear a hat and jacket when inside until I get the stove going.


There is no mud to be seen, nothing but ice. Snow would be better.

So stay put! no end in sight yet. Had a power outage yesterday that conked some things out. Fortunately it only lasted 3 hrs and I did have the stove going, sunshine to read....but felt cut off without the laptop.


Work is crazy, people being laid off...scary in fact. I need to find a warmer place to live.


André is doing well, I keep hearing about these interesting people he not only knows but with whom he shares a friendship!  Too bad his wife hates me and I am persona non grata there. At least he calls and writes.

Sister is comfortable in her retirement in Canada

Cawley blows hot and cold so currently no idea of his status.

Pets are fine, all overweight but who knew that cats are not supposed to eat kibble! Apparently they have no molars and cannot chew kibble. they need meat not the extra carbs form the crunchy stuff. Vet said.

dump the kibble, increase the meat and she will lose weight. Sukey's

problem is me. I give too many treats. So my bad, my responsibility.


Give a call when you get back but do check the temperature when you do return. No need to navigate ice if you don't have to.

Christopher Connor -great eye doc.


thanks for writing.


——-


Roy coming tonight for his birthday after a day of birding?  Yesterday day off I drove a circle around town!  walked on the Petroglyph trails.  Ate at Chick-fil-A and walked at Rinconada Park nearby.  Still only three miles but highest count in a good while.  Beckie and Willow had a modest walking day, all went well.  


Andrew, You are a

Researcher

Researchers prefer knowing what they’re getting into when it comes to financial decisions and tend to focus on the long-term. Their heightened sense of realism may lead them to take less risk than others.


One of life’s recurring dilemmas is the trade-off between immediate benefits and potentially greater benefits in the future. Whether it’s about our career, health, or wealth, instant gratification and future well-being often conflict. According to research, people with a more long-term perspective generally have high connectedness to their future self and generally have higher life satisfaction.


by Syntoniq 2021  via TIAA  


Wonderful essay on Mann in the New Yorker that arrived today by Alex Ross.  Explains and glosses quite a bit, helpful and brilliant.  Sees Mann as a high bourgeois modernist.  Lots of phrases I wish to copy and praise.  Toíbín's novel "deft and diligent as it is, ultimately diminishes the imperial strangeness of Mann's nature."  the novel is "an absorbing but unchallenging fantasia on Mann's life."   Ross says he returns to Mann because he is a supremely gifted storyteller, "adept at the slow windup and the rapid turn of the screw." "a solemn trickster who is never altogether earnest about anything, especially his own grand Goethean persona."  At the end, his philsophy of life is "the negation of the self, "which increases the capacity for the affirmation of the other."   Jan 24, page 31.  


"The real Mann never gave in to his desires, but he also never really hid them. Gay themes surfaced in his writing almost from the start, and he made clear that his stories were autobiographical. . . . Gay men saw the author as one of their own."   Tonio Kröger is surely what Prof Schaumann read to me, or a significant part of it.  Wish I had asked him to be sure.  


Notice how sure Ross is at telling us about "the real" Mann.  He attacks Toíbín's novel but gently.  Ross says Mann is "The Great Ambiguator." Not clear where that is from.  


I suppose Ross is giving me permission to see Mann as a great Modernist after all as well as a great storyteller.  Some might see him as pathetically repressed but Ross assures us that "from another perspective—no less modern—there is something honorable in his inactivity."  He thought back on his encounter with Klaus Heuser with "pride and gratitude" as the "unhoped-for fulfillment of a lifelong yearning."  "All the while, Mann was ensconced in a reasonably happy marriage—-one with enough of a physical component that six children resulted from it."  physical component, oh you clever new yorker writers!   In Mann's behavior as Ross summarizes it I can certainly see both Prof Schaumann and Mr Reinhardt perfectly depicted.  

Now I have to finally read Tonio Kröger.  But I will stay with Musil as well.

Oh and look at how well Ross's Mann rhymes with Pessoa.  One the storyteller, yes, and with a wide public life, the other the poet, as obscure as possible, outside the close circle, and both modernist in aesthetic sensibility.


Musil's prophetic prescience in Arnheim's speech about the clean and shiny button is amazing.  1930  page 696  5 years? before the camps? but as Arnheim says, this has been evident for centuries.  


Dinner with Lisa and Robert last night.  Snow blowing when we arrived, light.  Everyone laughed at the snow.  This morning, snow, still falling at 10:32 am. Supposed to get to 45 by mid-afternoon.  Before going I said to myself don't get into discussing Ryan.  Sure enough after a while that was the main conversation.  They are very upset with him, about him.  Don't know what to do.  I/we urged Lisa to get some professional help for herself.  Professionals who know teen development, especially autism/aspergers and also some counselors or such who can help her and support her.  My suspicion is that Ryan misses his father.  Robert and his daughter have each other, Ryan has his mother but otherwise is odd man out.  Trying not to think we have any advice that would be effective.  


Also deciding not to buy an air fryer!!  Big day.  


Have to send a kudos message on twitter to Alex Ross.  He needs to hear from me!  He was born in '68!  "cosmic irony" is what Mann achieves.  


Lo I discover he had an earlier piece in January about Mann.  Better read that first before spouting?!  Cutline under the photo:  "Mann is a solemn trickster who is never altogether earnest about anything." whoa  the online version with audio is slightly different in headlines but text seems the same!!  no message on twitter possible—maybe through his blog. 



algo-poetry found on twitter yesterday 


I can't bear conversations with men. They drive me crazy. Men always talk about the same things. You can't expect anything from men. A lot of men in one place is terrible. I never learned anything from men. I learned everything from women. Men have always gotten on my nerves.—  Thomas Bernhard


Every man says that too.   a tweeter  in reply 


"Voluntary loneliness, isolation from others, is the readiest safeguard against the unhappiness that may arise out of human relations."


—Sigmund Freud   


such good companions Freud and Bernhard would make for one another!!!

If only they had been forced to share a train compartment.  


from Steve Taylor's site    

on the one hand, sure . . . . 


The Simple Truth

 

Life is easier than you think. 

You don’t have to prove that you’re worthy of love.

You don’t have to suffer to show that you’re strong. 

You don’t need strategies to find happiness

as if you’re fighting a major battle.

 

Life is simpler than you think.

You don’t need an incisive intellect 

to decipher hidden patterns of meaning

to cut through layers of complexity 

and arrive at the core of truth. 

 

There are fewer problems than you think. 

You don’t need to anxiously await the future 

or return to the pain of the past. 

You don’t have to work through your issues, one by one,

to clear some space for contentment. 

 

There is less urgency than you think. 

There’s no need to justify your birth

by filling every day with accomplishments 

by setting goals and rushing to reach them

like a footballer who has to justify his selection

 

So why think at all? 

Why let your mind stand between you and reality

like a bad interpreter, who distorts every meaning? 

 

Happiness is your birthright, not a hard-won prize.

Truth lies in experience, not in thoughts and concepts.

Time isn’t running away from you – 

it stretches all around you, wide open like space. 

 

So bypass your mind – go straight to the source. 

Open your awareness to the simple truth

of the isness and nowness of life.


on the other hand he places this at the end of his long message about all the things he's been doing and publishing,  . . . 


"It now came to Ulrich that he had lost this elementary, narrative mode of thought to which private life still clings, even though everything in public life has already ceased to be narrative and no longer follows a thread, but instead spreads out as an infinitely interwoven surface."

—-Musil, 1930

page 709



Va's hip has been bothering her, discomfort.  Look for PT and a massage.  


New transport chair arrived.  Too narrow in the seat.  Second mistaken purchase!!  


In his intro to the Diaries Mark Mirsky says Musil is "above all a master of irony, of distance."   So he shares that trait with Mann.  The Diaries "bring you into proximity with an imagination that often has a hypnotic effect on those who study to know it better."  What a great claim!  Kermode says the experience of Musil causes "a permanent change of consciousness in the reader."  "Musil's 'sensibility' has been characterized as 'even beyond Proust's . . . hermaphroditic."  


Mirsky also makes clear Musil is a religious writer.  


24 Feb   Yesterday's Swim a great success.  We are now members of Defined Fitness.  Lou seems to have enjoyed the whole new adventure.  I walked outside and then slowly turned one of the bike things with my legs.  Called Phil and he was grateful to talk about the crash of his computers and hope that the Geek Squad will get everything new set up properly and restore the world to his desktop.  We both sympathized with the sense of overwhelming  disruption.  I googled St Johns Wort once again and decided it gives me negative reactions I don't need, more anxiety rather than less.  Stopped taking it.  Am sure it aggravated my worrying about the whole swim venture and the signing up a the front desk for the Defined Fitness membership.  Felt like the old fool geezer trying to understand a fast-talking scam artist, used car salesman.  Those references lost on the young men working the desk, probably not over twenty-two.  Early afternoon today we go see the nuerology nurse at Optum.  


















 

Sunday, January 02, 2022

DECEMBER 2021

 December 1, 2021

Dec 5  

so much has happened I've written nothing so far.  Piano concert at Silver at night, Trafton and Elizabeth joined us.  Adam and Ze Mayon wowed everyone with their playing.  Ken wrote a delightful review.  

Pepe died Dec 1 or Nov 30 in his sleep.  Everyone gathered at Chezet this weekend for the funeral.  He celebrated his 95th this summer??

Lots of holiday movies.  Sending Jim's book to all and sundry.  My special needs saints are squabbling in the next room, each claiming they would be the one I choose as my patron saint, my personal patron of patron saints.  Best solution most likely to guarantee each one their own month.  

Mantel cleared.  Decorating next.  Market Basket has the oysters that will do.  Dave will teach himself to shuck them!!  

On Sun, Dec 5, 2021 at 2:41 PM Roy Stephenson <respidear@gmail.com> wrote:
Very interesting! It was of course the name of our grandfather who died so long ago.  And yes of course our family is very far down the autism spectrum in addition to general intelligence, indeed the two are more entangled than we can understand.  The women got some common sense to balance out but the boys were all weird, considering that I am the most nearly normal.  This will be a good subject to talk together next year.

On Sun, Dec 5, 2021 at 8:58 AM Virginia Garlitz <virginiamgz@gmail.com> wrote:
Dear Roy,
Can you tell me more about the Algernon gene?  Iwonder if it could be part of an unfolding pieee I have started on my brother Rick  in which I posit that all of our family )like all of human beings??)maybe are on the autism spectrum.  And this applies to only those who have supreme intelligence and are very good looking, of course.
Hope you are doing well, are healthy and happy.  We look forward to seeing you in ABQ.
much love,
PUSS

Va seems to be waking up to her own autism elements.  I'm waking up too.  Live long enough for layers to peel off the onion we never knew we had.  we are fatter onions than we'd thought.  Cosmic onions in miniature.  "You then calculate the degree of aberration . . ."  531 Musil

Dec 7   Whole Foods trek, clear highways, sunny skies after rains and wind last night.  

nice note from André—-and I take special note of his line about running away from himself—maybe that is what grad school is for.  

"Oh, this sounds like one of those everlasting "They're everywhere, these Jews." It might be true, as easily as it might not be.  But what do I know. I was a grad student in the early 70's totally ensconced in Cambridge, Mass. Hiding from everything, myself included.

Stay well.  One of these days ... that drink."
Agreed!  I am embarrassed that I sent it out with insufficient thought.  

You've read my mind or we're in sync because hiding from everything, myself included has been very much the motif of my inner reflections for a few months, maybe years.  The older we get are we more willing and able to peel off layers?

Thanks too for keeping us imagining that that drink can happen.    Come see us in New Mexico!  we bought a small house there, 2 guest bedrooms.  We'll be there Jan-mid June.  Back here in NH next summer and fall.  

Take care.  

Now I'm already imagining how I might manage to get to NYC next summer or fall just to see what that drink would be like.  And in the original I misspelled embarassed!!  like that—-
Phil parsing the page I sent him from Musil—-And the only two excerpts seem to show the different viewpoints of males and females.  The male is aware that no one really understands why things are happening, and the woman just wants things that she thinks should happen.

André this afternoon:   "I've spent the whole morning writing about screens--the things we screen from view.  Most, it turns out, are in ourselves. The question is: when we're done peeling ourselves, will we be surprised by what we find, or have we known it all along but didn't want to?"
now how to reply ?   Wouldn't it be usually both and?  If we most often have known it all along and we created or found a screen to hide it until we were ready to finally view what we thought we didn't want to see, once we do we can take the surprises.  Surprise of being ready to remove the screen and finding as well much we had no way of expecting.  weren't the screens protecting our fears?  when they fall away, we can want to know what we thought we didn't want to know.  we can want the unknowing in the surprise.  spiral dialectic, hidden, revealed, lost, found, protected from, scarred/scared by, surprise as both scab revealing new skin.
This drink.  That drink.  How could it ever happen?  Can you get up to Albany or Greenwich, CT?  If I found a way to get to NYC what would we say?  within a two hour drink?  A waste of expectation and anxiety without adequate surprise!! or continuation.  

Wouldn't it be usually both and?  If we most often have known it all along and we created or found a screen to hide it until we were ready to view what we thought we didn't want to see, once we do we can take the knowing and whatever surprises every facing always brings.
Elizabeth's car trouble this morning.  I drove them and they had a good swim.  I made the first half of Mamacita Knott's enchilada recipe.  Young butcher at Hanaway cut me two pounds of pork cubes.  I think it is easily eight cups as the recipe requests but I didn't measure the whole lot.  

"The word, in its arrogance, gives an arbitrary and impoverished form to the invisible movements of our inner being." MWQ 549
"Like all heightened states of emotion, love brings out a certain madness about the supposed connectedness of things so that any words uttered tended to light up with richly ramifying significance, which manifested itself like a veiled deity before it dissolved in silence. . . . . she was brimming over with uncontrollable feeling, with something godlike inside her that moved as if on skates, and more than once she felt that she was about to crash down in a dead faint."  550
"the real truth between two people cannot be put into words; every effort of that kind only creates a further obstacle between them."  551

blood draw this morning.  Dave asked me to order gold chain for Cécile and after worrying about driving all over finally went to Amazon and boom got something he approved.  Tesla parked next to me at Mid-State.  Had too much green tea yesterday.  Final purchase round at Whole Foods, every holiday delicacy known to man.  
Love the blurbs on the back of the Musil Intimate Ties volume.  "Musil is such a consummate stylist that after him Kafka may seem immature, Mann chatty, Brecht arch, Rilke precious, and Walter Benjamin hermetic.  translator Wortsman captures this author's unique combination of quizzical authority and austere hedonism."  Anthony Heilbut  
And Coetzee says unlike D H Lawrence Musil seeks to "eroticize the intellect."  
we saw season one of The Empress, German, Czech production.  Have never? heard a drama all in German.  Nicely done.  season 2 to go.  
Waiting now.  Decorations up more or less.  Cookies to munch on.  Fingers crossed kids don't get sick and make it onto the plane.   
Phil is reading over his diaries.  He read Musil's first volume in 1988 but remembers nothing.   Gray morning again here.  
Snow tonight.  
"But every year there came a time around winter solstice when she felt closer than usual to these most tenuous borders of self."  33 Intimate Ties


Sunday  19 Dec   Short visit earlier with Davey as he was walking.  Knocking on wood and crossing fingers and toes that their covid tests on Tuesday will be negative and they can fly!!!  Holding our breath now for two more days.
Big snow overnight.  Beautiful this morning.  Now noon.   
Surprise visit with cookies from Tobi Pfenninger.  
Great essay by Genese Grill on Musil and Proust in Numéro Cinq 2014/02/06

hooorayyyyy  Kids are negative tested and are Flying Here!!!!!  Preps in high mode.  Off to get pies first thing this morning.  
25th  Superfine Christmas.  Best Christmas ever.  Perfect Christmas day and eve.  Put on the pajamas and read the Night Before in the books for Eliot and Emma.  They woke about 6 and were very good at waiting and waiting and waiting until after huevos a la plata, Milner style, with cinnamon rolls and bacon.  Thrilled with all that Santa brought them, especially the disguise beards and mustache sets.  Eliot got his suit and two bow ties.  Emma picked up a sports jacket (at Ladders) so they can match.  They play legos/duplos endlessly on the floor under the piano.  A hospital village it looks like.  Dark now, they went out at dusk to play in the new snow.  Snow most of the day even though it seemed very close to rain, back and forth, but the fine white veil over everything.  Dave cooked his sage crusted turkey breast and made mashed sweet potatoes and green beans sauted with pecans.  Three pies, pecan too sweet, pumpkin perfect and mine pie to die for, from Mouton Farm.  Three hard sauces with brandy, Hogans from Ireland took the prize.  Great soft cheeses and a very popular cranberry orange sorbet by Pabob.  

boxing day  Janice came over to speak French.  Kids started a snow fort, an igloo, at Aaron's house.  Ladies had their nails done in Franklin for big bucks.  
"the gap, the chasm between the clash of two actions, in which you shrink back from a feeling of self, sinking somewhere into the silence between two words that could just as well be the silence between the words of a completely different person."  Intimate Ties 93  
oh yes I would have written like this!!  if only Musil had stayed in this mode.  These two he wrote after Törless.  MWQ expands endlessly from this.  





Sunday, December 05, 2021

November 2021

 November

Tuesday Nov 2   

Realized I had read Incognito.  got to page 78 and then looked through to find all  my markings.  "The unexpected is a gift of God."  "If I love the world as it is I am already changing it:  a first fragment of the world has been changed, and that is my own heart."  455

Donald called Sunday to tell us he will be made a Knight of Malta this week in New York.  So wonderful.  So perfect for him.  His life capstone.  When I first met him I thought he should be a Monsignor.  Surely a Knight might even be higher than a Cardinal!!??

I listened to Swimming in the Dark by Thomasz Jedrowski while driving today.  

What do you know about neck pain?  Showed up in my right  neck between shoulder and ear Sunday night and noticeable worse by Monday noon.  Have been trying Advil andthose hot-cold muscle patch things. Sometimes seems to go down into my torso but not the arm itself.  Trying to guess whether it is muscular or nerve or bone, vertebrae.  Whether to see a doctor or not.  Going on with ordinary routine activities and trying to ignore it.  But also don't want it to get worse.  Ignorance not so much bliss at the moment.  Have you ever had something like this?  No memory that any specific event triggered it, like a muscle pull.  Nurse I chatted with in the drugstore the other day said to take ibupro rather than acitomin, so have been doing that.  Advil.  Advil now has a PM variant and I took that last night.  Good sleep but then most of the morning that vague drugged feel, so probably will not take that any more.  Definitely colder out now, high 40s mid day. 

That was a good chat about the Bowies.  Had always wondered how the dad made his money.  Gordon.  Wonder if the house had an architect of any note. 

we're going through closets, boxes, sorting.  Va loves doing it.  I hate it.  Build cominghere to see about moving the washer and dryer up from the basement into a hall closet.Now that I think about it maybe I carried a canvas bag of laundry to the basement that was too heavy and strained my neck and shoulder??    Hurts to type, sit at the computer, maybe it is carpel tunnel neck??

someone in nyrb  if you read Musil "but it will change your life. It will teach you patience and relish and tolerance, give you a floaty gait and a long view and a permanent half-smile, and acquaint you with a gentle and rather superior form of suspense that you’ll wonder how you ever managed without. Truly, it’s huge fun and the recent translation by Sophie Wilkins and Burton Pike is excellent.-- "    "floaty gait" is good

found a big website of links on Musil—-dare say the author is the V Garlitz of Musil studies!!  meanwhile she is looking at an article about V-I speaking at West Point in ? 1916

first box packed to ship to Barbara.  extra set of clothes to get us started the first week and the pink tablecloth for the party.  

Three Advil sleep last night seems to have knocked out the cold that was crippling my neck and shoulder.  Convinced it was an effect of the Covid booster taken too soon after the ordinary flu shot.  I'll keep my upcoming
doctor appointment to see if he agrees, to see if it returns, to ask about arthritis and knee pains.  

Back to that illusory project of . . . what?  reading only Musil for the next three years?  Why even fantasize about that?  Some vague desire to be overwhelmed, wholly absorbed, taken up into the space ship by an all-consuming project?  

Tuzzi  "It began to dawn on him that being the husband of a distinguished woman was a painful affliction that had to be carefully hidden from the world, much like an accidental castration."  362  He studied Arnheim's publications, and hated men who published their writings as the cause of his troubles."   "Writing is a particular form of chatter, and Tuzzi couldn't stand men who chatter."   "But why a man like Arnheim . . . should write so much was a problem . . .

If Musil wanted endlessness would he not have loved General Hospital?  Ongoing soap opera with no end in sight.  

Here we stand between two knighted dignitaries:  Nicholas with his MBE and Donald with his Knighthood of Malta.

Listened to opening chapters of Baldwin's Giovanni's Room.  That will be enough.  No need to listen to more.  Still wonder if listening in the car is not a good idea.  Too intrusive, really.  

Musil wants beauty and excitement in the world.  Grill    

Just imagine how we can get Pessoa and Musil into conversation with each other.  A much better alignment and Proust and Musil, even with Monroe's book on them, novel as research instrument.  his book is 1978.  

Read a whole piece in today's New Yorker.  First time I've done that in a long, long while.  Benjamin Anastas, The Paper Tomb, about the famous or well-known prof at Bennington who is portrayed somewhat in The Secret History.  Donna Tart's 1992 novel.  Anastas makes me feel like I know nothing about literature, about what literary qualities are like, what qualities make a work true literature.  And he specifies clearly that Fredericks does not write well.  Convincingly.  And it sounds by the end that he regrets is two years of research at the Getty that resulted in this New Yorker piece.  Though he cannot regret two years of living in LA, can he?
He talks about the diarist's responsibility toward the people he writes about and I confess I have not idea what that is or should be.  How would my lifetime of scribblings measure up under the gaze of Anastas?   I recognized his name and took interest because I read or started to read is Diary of an Underachiever.  Did I finish it?  Would I like to read his memoir?  Would I enjoy listening in the car to even re-reading A Secret History?  Short video on amazon of him talking with the manhattan skyline behind me, 90 seconds of it, makes me think I'll pass.  This piece on Fredericks is superbly done.  Kind of haunting and moving and maybe sad.  

Hola hombre --
Beautiful day here today.  Slight touches of frost these past few nights and much colder days.  We will be in Albuquerque from Jan 6 to June 10.  Our place is on the western side of town, not far from the Petroglyphs where there is a hiking trail.  One site tells me there are twelve hiking trails in town (or close), town being stretched way over the landscape.  Our address is 3601 Ronda de Lechusas NW 87120.  We've sent out the first box to friends willing to store them in their garage until we get there.  Going crazy with anticipation but it helps that the Paris kids have booked their flight over for Christmas, so they will be here Dec 20-29! 

They live in the 15th Arr which is the old working class neighborhood to the right of the tower if you look at it from up on the Trocadero at the Palais de Chaillot.  Rue Vaugirard runs through the 15th, a street I firstlearned about when I was a member of the FSC,  frères des écoles chrétiennes, for a very short time a long time ago.  We had lunch with Virginia's French professor in Albuquerque near her place up in the 18th behind Sacre Coeur one day a few years ago.  It could be the basis of a whole educational curriculum to study the spiral map of Paris and the layout of the sections!!  So in which does your aunt live?  I looked up Beckett's house one time and was surprised how almost suburban it looked and felt for being inside the ring.
Very very interesting that you have in mind, have started, your own independent learning center.  Tell me all.  Did you pick up much in the way of strategy and organization from Jay Knower?  He bought the house right around the corner from us here a few years ago.  Big place for his tutoring school with rental apartments in the back.  Have not talked with him much.  Years ago when he first appeared in Reed house one day.Higher Ed both real and so-called will evolve quite a bit through your lifetime.  Already rumors here that psu headed for becoming a feeder stem of UNH.  World demographics apparently much bigger issue thanI had realized---recent piece on npr about that. 

We'll be back in Plymouth June to December again and no other travel plans so far.  I leased a new ev in Abq so look forward to puttering around town in that.  We've liked our hybrid toyota quite a bit.  Drove up the river and in through Landaff on one day off a few weeks ago.  Had to look up where Pike is again. 

Hope you have time to start poking around New Albany.  You can write a "Yankee Letter from Mississippi" for the New Yorker. 

abrazos,
B
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To some extent that prolific diarist reminded me of my Exeter classmate, Brian [Kelly], who just keeps pouring out novel after novel based on his own life.   He must be up to a dozen or so by now -  novel after novel. Even in the first novel I was put off by his attention to page after page of minute detail that didn't seem to have any importance, but it wasn't until I reviewed his third or fourth that I realized the guy had a sickness.   So I told him at that point that I was too busy to review his work any further and haven't heard from him since.   Brian went to Harvard, got into underground journalism in Boston, went to prison because cops found a couple of joints on him, moved to Russia, married a Russian woman and had a couple of kids while he took advantage of glasnost and started a business in which he televised things in Moscow for Russian TV -including a beauty contest.  At some point he started writing his novels and eventually moved back to New York city where he now lives.   Nice guy but....has a big problem - like the Bennington prof.

Phil

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I guess if Phil saw my blog or my notebooks he might say I have an illness.  And I suppose Benjamin Anastas would say I should not post raw emails from Phil and other friends on my blog without explicit permission.  At least he would recognize the psychosis of English majors—-that consuming so many books, writers, makes you ill, they infect you with their viruses and you want to write as they do or you can't help yourself trying to write just like they do because since you understand them so empathetically well that means you too can write as they do and they would understand you too.  The Company we keep.  Writing and reading as friendship offered and received.  Imp of the perverse wants me to read one of Brian Kelly's books to see if I think he is ill or if he is another hyper-wired English major, whereas Phil may have written five novels but he does not have a literary sensibility, or not the sort that gets intrigued and carried away with potential madness and real, or romantic, madness.  What would either of them say about the fact that I investigated more about BA to find the short piece he published on Granta's web site about the nude portrait of himself that his father had hanging in the stairway of his house?  It is such a slight piece of almost reflection that it doesn't make much of an impression.  If he wasn't going to say something more than that as a child he sided with both his father and his grandmother, who always wanted it taken down because it was lewd, in her opinion.  Musil could have included it in his work but he would have made more clear, more sharp, some more interesting possibility that the painting created in his consciousness as a child and later as a man and a writer.  I assume.  Assume might be code here for hope.  Well, as Musil would observe, Anastas makes clear that his father placed himself in some group of devotees of Freud, the complete works "arrayed, in full, on a bookshelf facing the foot of his bed."  He calls him a Sybarite too, another group membership.  And the weekend visits after a divorce are clear too.
Brother and sister as well.  Overall sense of victimhood by an abusive father.

10 Oct  
Visit to Phil and Orthotists.  Lunch at Panera.  Jim called, just as we got in the car after lunch.  His book is out, ordered it.  He told Virginia how much he enjoyed her book.  Asked me when I would come up with one.  

names:  Jeremiah Neptune, TIAA phone guy.  His mother has traced the name back to 820 AD in Scotland!!  

Hard to say if man's love of woman is like water flowing to the most acceptable spot or if love of a woman is the volcanic center of all life on earth  "A supreme degree of male vanity therefore feels more at ease in male rather than female company, . . .   415  part if the portrait of Arnheim

"the irresponsible margin of the conscious personality that breeds stories and poems"

listening to a Steve Taylor Extraordinary Awakenings podcast with Zak Kahn—the Clear Light   huge expansion, overwhelming freedom, body and identity dissolving, beyond feeling of liberation and expansion, moved but no aches or pains, no tightness, released from the body, dissolving of consciousness, on a cloud, through one cloud, onto another, inside a cocoon, in an environment without space and time, no breathing, free, no pain, no weariness, boundary line, cross, not scary darkness, really peaceful darkness, no going back yet, knowingness, if stay, won't be able to go  back, sharp voice pierces me from slumber, be careful, yes, ok, ok, I'll be mindful,
wave  of soothing compassion, embracing, wake in palm of hand of translucent light, a baby, tenderness, unconditional love seeps into the dna and rna of my being, every cell of my being, pure, untainted chemical love, know loving tenderness, weeping with gratitude, touched from inside out, knowing loved, other worldy movement of hand upwards, eventually feel pushed back into body, takes three weeks to come back into bodily consciousness, centering meditation prepares, calm and clear, surrendering to greater than self, this will unfold, reveal itself, conscious experience of death, died, death is an illusion, no longer real, belief not applicable, certainty, gift, not seeing, what given to me, what taken away, shift in perspective, new identity and boundaries, journey through, healing prayer, increase sensitivity to praying to another person, brain place of happiness, positivity, power to touch each other through prayer, never limit on that, infinite in that, going to better place, want to, comes through my heart, opportunity to be ready for it to happen, moment won't come again, infinite potential to be in this moment, precious, the shift most precious, changes way see yourself and everyone, love yourself, incredibly humbled, apart from all conditioning, knowing and not knowing, not being, differing levels,

high anxiety dream last night about today's appointment with Dr Fagan!
guilt that I was taking his time, held steady as I went for it.  As soon as he entered the room, though, it all felt good.  He is terrific.  Great visit even if my neck no longer felt as painful or difficult a case as I had thought for two days.  

"But while contemporary man has in money . . . the surest control of society, a means as tough and precise as a guillotine, it can also be as vulnerable  as an arthritic---how painfully the money market limps and aches all over at the slightest draft!--and is most delicately involved with everything it controls."   ---Musil
Finally saw the doctor today for twenty minutes.  No disc or nerve problem.  Advil if it recurs.  Has been quiet of course for a while already.  Must be my money sense ebbing and flowing arthritically.  

"Discovering the great poem of life, knowing their own part in it, restores to them the courage of the dilettante they had lost when they burned their own poems."  420

"No one really knows what life depends on." 389

Gass on Musil  in NYRB Jan 11, 1996   "The Hovering Life"

The essay is to other forms of writing as the Man Without Qualities is to other forms of men. “… An essay is…the unique and unalterable form assumed by a man’s inner life in a decisive thought.” The essayist occupies that middle ground between the scholar who says he seeks the truth, and the novelist, for instance, whose aim is to freely exercise his subjectivity. Musil’s odd novel, and Ulrich’s odd mind, reject both certainty and subjectivity, as each believes the essay does. “Nothing is more foreign” to the essay than the irresponsible and half-baked quality of thought known as subjectivism. Terms like true and false, wise and unwise, are equally inapplicable, and yet the essay is subject to laws that are no less strict for appearing to be delicate and ineffable.
The essayist is “a master of the inner hovering life.”
What can we say that will be adequate to Musil’s slow, meditative style, writing which is both analytic and lyrical, witty and sensuous? For it is not the novel’s situation; it is not the richly realized characters; it is not even its observations and ideas that makes The Man Without Qualities a masterpiece. In it Musil’s mind meditates on Ulrich’s mind while Ulrich’s mind is meditating on that, say, of his mistress or Paul Arnheim or Diotima. Musil thinks through, weighs and evaluates, Clarisse’s ardent consciousness while accurately rendering her more limited awareness of herself and the world. Ulrich explains Clarisse to himself while Musil explains both of them by means of Ulrich’s explanation.
In many ways, in taste, temperament, and ambition, Musil is a nineteenth-century novelist, viewing Joyce with the same distaste as Virginia Woolf did. He is vain and competitive, too, especially regarding his rival, Hermann Broch, whose generosity of character he could not match.
Yet Musil’s style is as antagonistic to narration, plot, and action as any modernist’s, and only Proust can give us an equally mentalized slow-motion world. Even if Ulrich repeatedly complains (in the manner of Hamlet) that thought inhibits action, such concern is not permitted to inhibit the slow honeyed spread of Musil’s prose.

We are now in the realm of unfinished versions, however, and critical opinion is sharply divided about what Musil intended or would have ultimately done. For what it’s worth, I favor the view that Ulrich and Agatha remain forever on the verge. Ulrich is finally able to live the intuitive, emotional, and “feminine” in himself because his “femininity” now loves him.

Oddly enough, it seems to me that the possibility of acting as a real and free self in society, of remaining whole while joining the whole, a unity which Ulrich seeks, has been present all along, because even in a narrative which is picturing the problem, there is the presence, in the prose itself, of the solution: the formal and the sensuous, the abstract and the factual, the mental and the emotional, the analytic and the mystical, brought together in lines which resolutely avoid the conventional and continually discover the strange ambiguous indefinability of things.

When the fog lifts in St. Louis, when I return home, I mean to look up Hölderlin’s epigraph to Hyperion—the Hermit in Greece because I think it may suit this matchless novel.
And I do. It does.
Non coerceri maximo, contineri minimo, divinum est.
Not to be confined by the greatest, yet to be contained within the smallest, is divine.
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letter published June 20, 1996
Next to Ulrich, Agathe is the most important character in the novel. She is the only non-caricature in the motley cast besides Ulrich himself. Her insights, her naive challenges, her active courage that draws her into “improper,” even illegal areas where Ulrich fears to tread, provide the ideal supplement and corrective to his clever but maddeningly timid ramblings. Ulrich returns the favor by introducing Agathe to a down-to-earth, responsible sense of precision that her judgments had heretofore lacked. Musil weaves their thoughts, feelings, and borderline taboo experience into a multilayered fabric unmatched in the modern literature of love.
It’s too bad we harried denizens of the Nineties have so little time for truly rewarding tasks, like reading the MWQ through to its ephemeral “end.” But since that is so, here’s a tip for impatient readers who may have bogged down in the Collateral Campaign. Rather than lay the book aside, go straight to Section III, where thanks to Agathe things really start to crackle for Ulrich and for us. Or if that still leaves too many pages to tackle, jump to the final section, i.e. Musil’s withdrawn galley proofs and other drafts translated by Burton Pike alone, and read them with their 1940-1942 “alternate draft versions” through Chapter 52. Chapters 45-48 of the galley proofs, then 49-52 of the “alternate drafts,” contain passages among the most provocative, evocative of Musil’s entire prose opus. Knopf and Burton Pike have done their part by rescuing them from sad obscurity. The rest—the reading, the savoring—is up to us.
Philip H. Beard
Professor of German
Sonoma State University
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J. P. Jones
jpjones33@hotmail.com
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Jim's book arrived this afternoon, and I've started reading it - and really enjoying it.   Jim is satirizing Catholic attitudes about saints, but humorously and it's obvious he has a soft spot in his heart for all those Catholics who still believe in their saints.   So thank you so much for the enjoyable book, and I really look forward to reading the rest of it.   

I forget how you know Jim.   Was he a novice Christian Bro with you?

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So glad you are enjoying it.  He has a lovely wicked and warm sense of humor.  A friend who read it in ms said he thought it got too bitter or harsh in some places.  I've not yet read all of it. Saw a few pages about three years ago.  Jim is about 83 now, four or five years older.  My first summer at Ammendale he was the assistant novice director and director of the choir.  He tried to teach us Gregorian chant, mostly succeeded, but I remember him looking at me at one point and realizing my singing was not so great.  His second wife just died last spring.  He's had Parkinsons for about 7-10 years now.  After Anne died, I did meet her a few times but did not know his first wife, he moved into a home in Cooperstown.  He was an administrator at Anne Arundle Cmty College for most of his career. He stayed in the brothers less than ten years.  Native of Annapolis. Taught high school English and a few years of teaching at AACC before becoming a dean.  Forget why he moved to Cooperstown---maybe his first wife had family or property there.  After that first year at Ammendale we lost touch and only got back in touch thirty-five years later.   At the beginning of the internet some brother collected the addresses and emails of everyone who had ever passed through their doors and sent out xeroxed copies of the directory to everyone.  Something that today I suppose couldn't be done.  
I just finished Jim's book.  It's a bit stranger than I thought at first.  His attitude toward religion - especially Catholicism - seems  ambiguous.  Of course, he doesn't like pompous prelates, nuns, and monks, but still seems to like nuns and clergy who are trying to love god and others simply.   The book also made me go online to find out what Protestants think of saints.  They view saints quite differently from the way Catholics do.  Years ago, I read that Christianity insisted there was only one god,  then replaced all those pagan divinities with an endless list of saints who operate just like pagan gods.   It's amazing to me that people today follow a Jewish god based on a prehistoric middle eastern  ethnic tyrant, and Christians believe in that god plus a structure based on the  Roman empire.

Again, thanks for the book.  It's certainly different.

 Phil


 






That confirms my sense that it is not a book that will charm and heartwarm just anyone, and that the warmth of humor found in many places is counterbalanced by somebitterness or harshness one doesn't expect in standard piety about God and saints.  My copy arrives tomorrow so I'll read it over the weekend. 

Suffice to say I think Jim was looking back over his life and creating tales and figures who stood for events and people he could not have addressed directly or in any sortof factual or autobiographical manner.  Remember he was a dean for years so not hard to suspect that those who were in the know could figure out which saint wasfaculty member x or y or z in the college who he had to deal with, figure out what to do with.  He mentioned vaguely one time that getting rid of deadwood wasa perplexing problem for administrators.  So maybe he's settling old scores, working out in therapy for himself bugaboos and crotchets and demons of one sort or another. 

He published another short book a while back about a boy who was isolated and rejected because his skin had fur like a cat's.  Forget now how it turned out but I think there was a mother figure who saw his true value.  I didn't know what to say about it, really.  An old style Freudian lit critic would have had a field day with it is all I could come up with and I couldn't say that to him!!

The scale worldwide of Catholicism remains remarkable in terms of artistic/historical achievement.  My take now is that it encapsulates or distills the whole structure of Europe, that Europe, including England, which shaped itself by way of families, kingdoms, and wealth and the library of stories around that feature father-kings and mother-queens, salvific sons, and success success success, in various forms like promise of paradise, forgiveness of crimes, and above all membership in the winingest of teams/families—the monarchs of the West who conquered the world with force and ideas.  Fairy tales, myths.  Lukacs says somewhere that the world is now ruled by two elected monarchs and one old-style legacy monarch---the pope, the US president and Queen Elizabeth.  All in symbolic forms.  Roman C takes the Roman structures and adds in a lot ofcandy-floss monasticism and princeliness and medievalism.  Did I tell you our friend in St Louis called two weeks ago thrilled to announce that he was invited to become a Knight of Malta!!  He went through the rituals in NYC last week.  Special robe, medals, regalia, ritual.  A knightly order that was started in 1060 ad and still under the rule of the pope.  And that stuff means a lot to him. !!  Parallel to our British friend who became an OBE, order of the british empire and received his honor in the palace from Charles.I remember when Rich was in the Eagle scouts briefly and I heard about how you had to do things to get a badge on your sash and remember thinking who in the heck would want those dumb little sewn badges on your shirt?  Just wasn't born with that gene!!

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Self-acceptance is key, says von Lob. High sensitivity is innate, and not something to be diagnosed or “treated”, though people can learn coping mechanisms for when life becomes overwhelming. “I can’t emphasise enough how much you need unstructured downtime – plenty of sleep and rest,” says von Lob. The highly sensitive “need to pace themselves. Because they take in so much more and they have more intense emotions, they need time to process the emotions in their body, so movement can be really helpful – walks, or kickboxing or dance or yoga, whatever type of movement they enjoy. Because they’re people who are deep thinkers, they’ve got very rich inner worlds, and it’s really important for them to have those sort of meaningful, deeper connections in relationships.”
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Because being highly sensitive is a strength – or a “superpower”, as more than one respondent put it. “The advantages are that it makes me a really good listener, good at conversation,” says Samira. “I’m able to find underlying meanings easily, I’m very intuitive and I have a rich inner life with a strong emotional vocabulary.” Others report hearing nuances in music that the average person might miss, or being deeply empathetic with friends. Highly sensitive people tend to notice things in the environment that may pass others by, and get more from the arts.
Louise, a researcher, grew up believing it was “wrong” to be so sensitive. It was only in her 30s, when she was unhappy in her job, that she went on a sculpture holiday and reconnected with her love of art. “That holiday completely changed me – I met similarly sensitive people and for the first time realised that being sensitive was OK. The people I met there didn’t think being ‘soft’ was bad, and were comfortable discussing their own sensitivity, their ability to find joy in beautiful things, to feel deeply about the world around them,” she says. “Meeting people who embraced their quiet, joyful natures was transforming and I came back embracing my own sensitivity. I started reading and creating again and thought carefully about my career and how it failed to nurture me. I gave myself permission to be the sensitive person I really was.”

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Just fixed a collagen green superfood drink before dinner soup.  Craziness.
The anti-vaxers are counterbalanced by the powdered supplement shakeologists

Talk with Juanita Johnson in Abq yesterday.  Hired her as tax advisor and when we meet her she will explain how to set ourselves up a wee LLC and handle our money better.  Just now reading Musil's chapter 92 on the rules governing the lives of the rich.  We are not rich.  We are, however, rich compared with what we expected of our lives fifty years ago.  I think all of our friends from the college have been feeling the same way, more or less. And none of us had a clue it would be like this fifty years ago.  What has happened, how did poor literature profs at an underfunded state college end up in the percentile in which we now find ourselves?  

Lunch at the Bistro yesterday with D & P.  Bookends, I decided this morning, with K & C.  Opposites.  Similars.  
from Ethan
Hola amigo,

Please give my thanks to Virginia for sending me a copy of her book. I've got it on the coffee table! I am eager to see whose stories get told and yes, I'm sure I'll know some of the names.

You're lucky to have a place in NM. I've hiked in the southern part of that state, near places like Ruidoso, Tularosa, and Alamogordo. I liked those towns and my hike of Lookout Mountain (11,500') is probably the windiest hike I've ever done in the US. I've actually not investigated the usual suspect types of places in NM and perhaps someday I will.

Last year I set up a skeleton for a "learning pod" but it never got off the ground for many reasons. I may resurrect it down here if and when homeschooling booms, as I suspect it might. I wouldn't call it a Knower-esque kind of thing although, sure, I'm sure my time there allowed me to see there's a market for tutoring / individualized and small group instruction / etc. Mine would be more of a homeschooling support in humanities and tutoring in humanities plus bonus classes for students interested in open dialogue about interesting topics.

I hope you are set to have a nice Thanksgiving. We'll have Christmas in NH so I'll be up and let you know I'm there.

Peace,
Ethan

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Musil  "between trance and dream" 462  Why is it, anyway, that a man is admired and loved?  Isn't it an almost unfathomable mystery, rounded and fragile as an egg?"  457

Wish someone would randomly collect papers in the Lax archive and publish them in the spirit of Pessoa's Disquiet.  Since McCarthy focused on the Pure Act surely we could have a biography counter to that featuring Lax's life of impure thoughts or nitty gritty everyday boredom and discontent.  Too much of the merely human is left out of that biography.  

McCarthy is the wrong last name.  

"hardly anyone reads anymore today; everyone just uses the writer to work off his own excess on him, in some perverse fashion, whether by agreeing or disagreeing."  453

"why does he write at all? It boils down to the naïve question Why do professional storytellers write?  They write about something that never happened, obviously.  Does this mean that they admire life as a beggar admires the rich, whose indifference to him he never tires of describing?  Or is it a form of chewing the cud?  Or a way of stealing a little happiness by creating in imagination what cannot be attained or endured in reality?"  453

"Just as the eye does not register the ultraviolet rays of the spectrum, so this rationalist would never notice certain emotional realities of the inner life."  463

Hovering is the great key word as that reviewer noted.  " These days she normally never gave him a thought, but his peculiar remarks about wanting to abolish reality, while Arnheim overestimated it, had a mysterious overtone, a hovering note Diotima had ignored at the time, only to have it surface in her mind during these night watches of hers."  464

Diotima's night thoughts is a beautiful passage  464-465

"At night thoughts keep flowing through alternately bright and dark patches, like water in high mountains . . . .   All that was left now were the ultimate mysteries, the soul's eternal longings.  . . .  Kingdoms may be won or lost while the soul does not stir, and one can do nothing to attain one's destiny; in its own time it grows out of the depths of one's being, serene and everyday, like the music of the spheres."   . . . "Like a velvety vision, she felt her love fusing with the infinite darkness that reaches out beyond the stars, inseparable from herself . . . immune to all schemes and set purposes.  . . .
sank into the silence of unconscious being."   

"the ecstatic thirst for love that had been driven out of her . . . could have been nothing other than an incarnation . . . a manifestation in the flesh. . . a meaning, a mission, a destiny, such as is written in the stars for the elect." 481

"her body . . . all harbored the marvelous feeling that goes with love: the sense that every movement is of mysterious importance."  

"she could be said to be more inwardly present than ever, inside some deep inner space somehow contained inside the space her body occupies in the world  

"So Clarisse enjoys intimations and forebodings as other people pride themselves on their memory or on their strong stomach when they say they could eat splintered glass."  

"it was more like having that sense, split between torment and bliss, of serving as a sacrifice for something.  
"something had to be done to tear him out of himself, at any cost.  483
She would have to wrestle with him for his soul.  

26 Friday   Finished typing Va's '93 summer trip to Spain diary-letter to Daddy Dee.  Princess switch movies on.  

Night blooming cereus  and the century plant,  

Amorphophallus titanum, the titan arum, is a flowering plant in the family Araceae. It has the largest unbranched inflorescence in the world. The inflorescence of the talipot palm, Corypha umbraculifera, is larger, but it is branched rather than unbranched. Amorphophallus titanum is endemic to Sumatra.

What I really wanted was to be hungry, really hungry.  Remarkably difficult to achieve.  
"a fastidious soul takes its time in making such a choice" —Musil  
the tale of Aunt Jane who marries and then is abandoned, raises the child on her own, "a life given over to passion is not an easy one, or easy to talk about."    I like how Musil has these short summaries of a life, lots of them, again, the born story teller, part gossip, part epic poet, part raconteur, stand-up comic, lie down moaner, cartwheeling performer, tranquil hermit
what if we get to CasaA and Omicron forces another semi-lockdown—-what if, what if, what if,  
Aunt Jane's love left behind "only the eternal form of love and inspiration, so that at a great remove in time her experience had become indistinguishable from a truly earthshaking kind of emotion.  497
"Aunt Jane lived on tea, black coffee, and two cups of beef bouillon a day, but no one in that little town stopped and stared after her . . . ."  there is the answer to my desire to be hungry!!
"You're jealous by nature, and you have a chip on your shoulder, you're against everything."  511  "There you go again making a mountain out of a molehill."  

Brilliant idea last night in the middle of the night:  go randomly over my blogspot blog, pull out passages, collect them into a small volume of pieces.
No rhyme or reason beyond random snippets from my own archive.  Put Evan-Lavender's book into the last box to ship to NM.  See what he has done.  But this idea or lame notion springs from my imagining what would happen if some earnest fellow went to the Lax archive in St Bonaventure's and did that with the boxes and boxes of Lax's papers—-a random selection as a way of revealing the Lax that none of us know.  
Hi, Phil.

    Well, my wise-ass reply was going to be, "All that's just your opinion, Jones."  Going to be, I say, because I would never formulate, let alone send, such a juvenile response.

    I don't assume I can fully grasp your situation, Phil, but I think I get it at least partly. For me, it's just that so much of the fiction seems so damn young.

    Did I mention my wholly unlikely non-fiction recommendation: Entangled Life? All about fungi and the "wood wide web" of natural connectedness. I know, I know. I would never have read it except for wanting to keep up with a book group I'm in, but it is truly amazing. The author's name is also unlikely, Merlin Sheldrake. A plant biologist who writes and thinks metaphorically, often meta-metaphorically.

    But I want to return to an earlier email, one from which I'm still reeling. There are blasphemies and there are blasphemies.  But questioning the superiority of Fats Domino?!? 

    I am too traumatized, too triggered, too micro-aggressed-upon to continue...

                        --Anguished in Atlanta    ———

 today is the 30th—-last day of the month  

the cancelation at Casa Alegre has been replaced by another booking

quote from Daily Musil—-“Ideas and feelings – they’re more for people who have nothing to do.” - The Man Without Qualities    

thank goodness now that I'm 513 pages in I know how to discount such a line ripped as I'm sure it is out of context—-still fun to have it though

Sitter mentioned Merlin Sheldrake and this morning on twitter Nicholas is retweeting a Guardian piece by him about fungi  

Ulrich: "I'll tell you under what conditions I might be so seraphic—seraphic is probably not too grand a term for not merely enduring another person but feeling that person if I may put it like this—-under his psychological loincloth, without a shudder."  514