email to Phil
Have already set up a system with my nephew: daily phone calls and bi-weekly visits. May move into Sunrise Senior Center and keep the house – at least for while. So I’ve got that covered
I have no idea of how to buy and arrange the assistance that you mention.
Am also shutting down all contributions to charities because I have no idea how much money I may need in the future.
Hope you can work out some service for VA that you can afford.
Let’s keep in touch.
Phil
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well, my morning anger and request for money has sharpened Phil's memory and response. Thank goodness I now know his nephew is taking care of him; a daily phone call and biweekly visits. So I no longer need to worry about Phil.
Hermann Berger, a write I can read a page or two a morning and that is enough. Clever and brainy to a fault but not my companion even in love and death. Oh, on X I learned that Bataille's beautiful wife married Lacan!!! so little I know about everything, anything. Sylvia was an actress, married Lacan in 1953. So Berger is one of these brainy chess players, all mental, all thought involved, prestidigitation, card shuffling, con artistry, performance and play-acting, capes and cloaks and curtains and tuxedos with hundreds of secret pockets. I remember going through a short phase of trying to learn to do magic tricks. did I get a magic set for christmas or birthday? yes. was instantly disappointed in it, not interested in trying to work the tricks. I liked seeing magic tricks somewhere (on tv?) but I didn't want to learn to do them to others. Was that the same with the charlie mccarthy doll? I loved seeing Bergman and Charlie talking with each other on the howdy doody show but I didn't have much success or interest really in getting my voice to throw over into the limp and lame dummy on my knee. The big doll's head with red molded hair and moving fixed grin smile. Animation as extension of my own body's action did not see magical at all. The hunger for the companion and conversation, yes.
Onward to another collection of essays by Andrzej Stasiuk, Fado. "Come sunset, you set out, let's say, due south. . . . you can try and come to terms with the perverse abundance of matter, the pornographic immodesty of history, which is lying on its back beyond every curve and over every hill; but ultimately it all turns out to be futile, because we remain alone with the space, which is the oldest of all things." Fado `1 brilliant opening paragraph
14 "the cosmic void, the abyss of memory."
John got another clarifying response from Phil