binaural beats

 Binaural beats are generally safe, but the "dark side" involves physical and psychological side effects like increased anxiety, headaches, dizziness, and overstimulation when misused

Readers of Moresco's The Beginnings enjoy the narrative variant of binaural beat theta waves.

will that work as my tweet on X today?

blood drawn for the cat scan.  mid-state only does low-dose scans.  appointment for mchr on monday.  warm day but heavy moist air, headache flourishing  

5 pm just noticed that disappearers via abebooks shipped to abq! yuck  probably soaked in the flood waters by now or locked into the mailbox   why does that site always make this mistake?

End of Chapter 16   Now all of a sudden, no, slowly, we are in a story about the empty branch office building, the Lady and her daughters and the man with the tattoo of the hammer and sickle who seems to be raping the woman, or the daughter, our guy has seen them and later speaks to the women about him, the broker works in the back of the little car, snow has covered everything.  

Lunch earlier at La Frontera in Tilton with E and J.  Delightful, really.  He talked about his troubles with gardening this summer.  The three yards of horse manure were to fresh to work well.  It needs more drying and turning over and over in the soil.  He had poor luck with seeds he brought from Columbia so he bought a $3 tomato at the store, ate it, saved the seeds and planted them.  Their plants are now up and doing well, will finish ripening the tomatoes over the next few weeks.  When he cuts the grass of his place and his daughter's next door on his riding mower it takes him two hours.  Deer come to eat all of his garden plants.  E's back still pains her but a new medicine helps her sleep.  And she still walks without pain every day for a few miles.  They will go to Medellin in December and then to an island resort called San Andreas.  Off the coast of Nicaragua.  

G7 releasing 100 million barrels of oil onto world markets   2 October Friday 

page 374

 10:13 am  reading is a contest of wills; you wrote this, I will read every word

now they tell me the China Mieville tome is also necessary   hokey is the word Fisher, Matt K., used for Fosse's newest book, Hotel Vaim.  Gonna pass on Mieville after a wiki scan 

Wednesday  30 September  Dr Gilani Day 

in Beginnings we're in the intensity of somnolence, the intention of waking from silence and sleep into returning to the world, experiences and people are not important per se but only presented as shadows and lights, clouds, wisps, stars, waves.  From the zen circles of gravel in the seminary outward into roads, squares, windows, roofs, cornices, trees, microphones, baldchins, 

so the Gilani call was a face visit after all.  He could see us, we could not see him.  He wants us to go to CMC for a cat scan so he can see the valve properly.  Maybe he does not trust the echocardiagram from this summer?  And/or no "shortness of breath" symptom, so no crisis.  He sees two options---a new medicine blood thinner or a new insert into the existing valve.  Bela very disappointed and upset; cannot see why the cruise had to be canceled, why an appointment was not set up today.  

headache has returned;  decaf coffee and cacao just now.  Duh.  when wise up?  wise down?  too much analysis of medical journey details, details 

Max Whittaker replied about setting up the claim deed.  That should work for the trust attorney.  

Talked with her paralegal and it does. 

headache result of two tabs of magnesium glyconate?  

so Moresco portrays without portraying the state being in formation, in a seminary, creates and what it is like to leave that fugue state and re-enter the rejected world, the world the seminary is designed to withdraw you from.  Italian readers would understand this rather easily and fully.  The vocation to the priesthood would be as familiar to them as going for holy communion when you are between 5 and 7 years old.  Like Christmas every year.  Must be other ways Moresco's texts are echoing, playing with, off of cultural details which we cannot see.  More so than with Handke.  Translators can only do so much.  Yes, they can recast it into the language, style that fits the reader's language.  Translation as loss would be the essential experience of all reading, in and of itself. 

Arlyn came by and looked over the yard.  His guy can climb up onto the sunporch roof and clear the leaves and branches from behind the skylights.  Take out the dead part of the rhododendrons in the front.

Moresco days will slow.  most likely.  disappearers delivers tomorrow.  

Should we take a Stand on the heart valve and say, we go to DHMC for cardiology or we go nowhere?  

sounds like one of those delusory, silly, either/or's.  

page 363 now

 Ready to start Chapter 10   The way to read it is to read it fast, the way you read Schattenfroh last fall.  The narrative has been severely leached, bleached, drained of color, feeling, significance, density, texture.

Much spinning on axes, axses, plurality of axis.  The wander the villages setting up platforms from which to give speeches.  One hairy macho man with hammer and sickle tattooed on his chest.  A forward rushing motion with little going on.  The blind man, the fractured yellow car, the man with the very white face.  Seminary mentioned every so often.  Sometimes weather.  Hilly landscape.  Cobbles, stones, walls, darkness, empty town squares.  But in one a huge crowd, the key to the city, questions about what next, ream of paper spread to make a decent mattress for sleeping.  Distinct sense of enjoyment, unique, very not like any other pleasant experience, reading or not reading.  

just like learning to ride a bike; when you get it, you get it, and smooth free flying from there on 

dduh Saturday

 Got message from Allianz that 1k will deposit in bank account.  Realized there is another policy with one day difference.  Called them, spoke with agent (in Manila?).  Filed a new claim on that other policy.  Agent said it could pay 8k per person.  Sure hope so.  

Pulling up and out of my cold.  Long sleep  and sleep-in until 9.  Without theta vibrations this time too.  Canceled lunch with Ermelina and J until next Saturday.  Headache has kicked in while filing this claim thing.  Probably lie down in the recliner for a bit.  

Sunday  slept really late this morning.  Now almost 2.  Dave will call us tonight for his birthday greeting; he is out to dinner with a crew it seems.  

Gray skies from the nor'easter which Kathy at the Cape says turned out to be not as terrible as predicted.  

Trying to return to reading.  Reading.  What is reading?  

quiz  Chapter 4 Headlong  They drive around the villages, setting up a baldachin and microphone so as to speak to rallies.  Mostly at night, it is cold, the lake is near, they get water for the bucket to mix the glue for the posters.  He goes back to the blind man's place to sleep for the night.  Everyone there is blind; he can sense when some get up a feel their way around looking for the water tap, they find him on the bed, run their hands through his hair.  

now how does AI put it?  Alas, I did not find exactly what I was looking for.  Instead I found Andrei's incredibly detailed and helpful, overly helpful, essay on his blog (on their blog if Andrei is a group or collective) theuntranslated.  Here is one paragraph:  

A 600-page novel totally devoid of character psychology and blatantly unforthcoming with the motives for their actions is an uncomfortable read, to say the least. It would be easier to accept the book if it was a slim nouveau-romanish exercise in form and style, instead of an epic narrative spanning more than 20 years of Italian history in which the minutiae of everyday life and surreal episodes of brain-searing intensity are recounted in the same dead-pan, unreflective tone. There is some affinity between The Beginnings and Mircea Cărtărescu’s latest novel Solenoid: both novels integrate the fantastic, bizarre and extraordinary into the mundane to a stunning effect. Both are ironic subversions of the Künstlerroman and both contain a heavy dose of autobiographical material. But Solenoid is all about the voice and attitude of its main character, who obviously serves as the mouthpiece for Cărtărescu’s own ideas. By shutting down this “channel” for his characters, Moresco heavily sacrifices the readability of his book: it’s as if he had chosen to show a sound film without the sound. Out of the two novels, Solenoid is by far more enjoyable, whereas The Beginnings is more iconoclastic in the uncompromising pursuit of its artistic principles to the detriment of readerly comfort."

with this sort of cliff notes help will I bother to keep reading any of Moresco?  Why?  Why not just read the blog summation and evaluation?  Am I loving the experience of reading the Beginnings on my own?  A difficult question.  Am I trying to be in the chosen company of those rare readers who "have done it". Like climbing Everest?  Posting it on X as a boast for the month?  What pleasure or experience am I getting by reading the remaining 2j-300 pages exept the passing of time, the distancing curiosity of doing something, anything, while sitting alone with a book in my hand.  ?  What is reading; what do we want from it?  With it?  Is Moresco worth it?  Should I shift to DFW or someone else.  Oh, and of course, I am waiting for the greatest of great new books, the disappearers, which, I already know, given the hype cloud around it, will disappoint me even more than The Beginnings is disappointing.  

Ah, but is it disappointing?  There it is.  One admission is that on the blog, looking forward into the next hug volumn, the Songs of Chaos, Andrei's exclamations about the unimaginable weirdness of the next book makes one want to read it, maybe, and therefore to have experienced what went before just to be ready for what comes after.  Why do we submit ourselves to writers in the first place; why invite them into our minds and homes?  Is Booth's "friendship" not too gentle and genteel, midwestern and relentlessly upbeat?  These writers horrify on purpose.  What purpose?  They waste their time and they waste our time.  They assume and presume.  We wish and wonder and take a chance.  Gambling all the way.  Desperately finding what we want no matter what.  

We find ways to admire the performance because it is unlike any other.  "I felt myself being brushed against on all sides by soft elbows, by tender knees.  There was a feeling of sweetness no longer controllable, of memorable mush."  300  yes, bravo! we say.  I'm getting it.  Keep going,  

"the shutters falling thunderously"  just like that, we were there, in Santiago, Chile, when the water canons came out into the riotous streets, the shopkeepers dropped their metal curtain doors.  The feathered ones breaking bones of faces and shoulders with the butts of their rifles.  

now by 303 we are in surreal dreamscape.  interesting, or same old same old???  the black nun, all black hair, the Italian catholic seminarian's nightmare figures 

Games of Eternity (Giochi dell’eternità) by Antonio Moresco

Posted on July 31, 2018 by Andrei

https://theuntranslated.wordpress.com/2018/07/31/games-of-eternity-giochi-delleternita-by-antonio-moresco/  

empty Friday

 25th   We were both ready for this, slept in an extra hour. Nothing on the docket.  Rick Evans called to come see us about moving to his new operation.  He had 730 clients on his list right before leaving the Hanover office.  Still feeling honored that he wants to keep us as clients. 

Told Phil he should move into Sunrise asap.  John messaged that he will talk with him later today.  

Came down with a cold yesterday.  Chills in the afternoon.  I blame the flu and pneumonia shots taken together about a week ago.  Medieval mind at work, nonscientific humanities geek.  Oh well, nap all day and hope it goes in three days.  Sinuses of course.  Ate a few slices of apple and the sugars in that sent me into sneezing.  Oatmeal in water, green tea and cacao in separate cups, advil, and no dairy.  Absolutely no dairy.  Had too much of it in past week;  stopped oatmilk and started using milk.  Mistake.  I know better.  Water.  

Waiting to see if Allianz will come through with refund for cruise.   Essayist and teacher? Andrew Bertaina posted this from Annie Dillard.  Do I subscribe to it?  Guess so this morning for today.  "“I would like to live as I should, as the weasel lives as he should. And I suspect that for me the way is like the weasel's: open to time and death painlessly, noticing everything, remembering nothing, choosing the given with a fierce and pointed will.” Annie Dillard

Sounds a good deal like Wendell Berry too.

attorney

 Learned to spell the word again today after our meeting.  Looks like it will cost a few thousands to have the Albuquerque property put into the NH Trust for David to inherit with the least difficulty.  Probably should do it just to make all the paper connections as legal and smooth as possible.  

Happy to be back into Moresco's slow prose.  Disappointed that Disappearers has still not appeared.  Started into the ultra-refined prose of Hermann Burger.  Seems as if there is more to consider.  Oh, yes, Cliff has canceled his trip north and visit with us to take care of his father's doctor appointments.  His dad has had two strokes and now there is prostrate trouble.  Cliff did a walk-on as body double for Richard Gere for some movie.  We decided today that yesterday Rachel was super-wired on coffee before she got here and thus was hyper through the whole first trip to waterville's pool.  Too bad the lift battery was out.  

Chase is looking into a divorce and has hired a lawyer on GH.  Feels too close to David's situation and our re-doing our trust papers.  Plus the potential move of portfolio to Rick E's new outfit.  All this shifting to prepare to bring in the Blue Wave and have it flush out the white house.  Blue Wave Floods White House, Destroys Everything made of gold and gold colored tin.  

Anne called last evening.  She had a night in the hospital because she seemed to stutter when she had a migraine while at the doctor's office.  Over reaction.  She confirms that normal advil not at all helpful with migraine once it gets started.  Made me more sure that over the past few years I have been having something very like migraine headaches.  More than ever before in my life.  

mind stage

 Priestley ends the book with the bang hoped for.  The solid Socialist promise of a serious future making films meaningful, back turned on empty, flashy hollywood glamour.  "A little brilliantly-illuminated stage. . . atmosphere of solemn tenderness for life.  . . . that theatre of creation . . ."

The Allingtons flawed so deeply that Joan had pushed Eva off the ledge.  "Hinchcliff" surely too much of a name for a character but he did it anyway.  Perfectly structured five act, twelve chapter drama, with the ten year old girl on the ledge being the one thirty years later to give him the final revelation of the murder and the promise of a new life, with her perhaps, and in the new british cinema of renewed communal destiny.  

PT with Maggie and use of the cane; double checked on the approval from cardio to renew snorkeling.  Pavers have polished up their work on Emerson Street.  Wade phoned from Lebanon about swapping the cars tomorrow; mine now fully charged.  

Why did I read that novel again?  I suppose a masochistic desire to do penance for once before having tried to skim it, speed to the ending, mistreat it.  

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Damian Kelleher posts "It’s difficult to overstate how exciting the second book in the trilogy is. All of the conventions of the first book are overturned and literature itself gets knocked down and rebuilt

It’s like going from two dimensions to four. And the fourth is pure obscenity."

so maybe I will have to go back to Beginnings after all? If I read Bright Day twice I can go back and finish B in order to be ready for the great porn of volume 2! Otherwise it would be on to Kafka's Castle and maybe Bachman's Malina. Why not all three? If I do go back to Moresco it would mean letting Kelleher refute Billings.

I'd vote for Kelleher, Australian writer, bit older than Billings (who is doing the back to nature thing in Maine).