Tuesday, November 11, 2014

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"Vonnegut said we live too long. He said: 'You had your children. You wrote your book. Now don't be greedy.' Yet we all live with this fantasy of recuperation. We see an old photo of our self, and we momentarily feel like that person again. We think: 'I'm going to get back to that place.' And we never get back there. But that desire gives us the ferocity to hold onto life no matter how bad it gets."
 
Joe Johnson
Red Wally Music
 
 


Perfect circle.  
 
Perfect Friedman theory – create a emergency daily and anything
can be done.  Perfect economic theory for corporations and religionists
everywhere.  And, the nation goes sliding ever faster into the muck of
unbridled ignorance.  Absolutely perfect.  

And, already well written and buried are the tactics they can use to
suppress the dissenters.   One does not need imagination to believe
this.  Only a basic understanding of some history is required.  But,
we have revisionist history, and little understanding world history to start
with.

Ignorance is a marvelous thing.  It can be relied upon infinitely.
Arnold Lewis 
Nov 2014 




 

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Truth and Meaning

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Meaning and Truth have become cultural. The era of Truth as a universal is over. It is the other who forms our view of reality.

Most of us have an operational Truth that we use to move through life. Every leftist and every rightist has his own Truths. As do fanatic atheists and fanatic believers.

Truth, however, is never compatible with dogma.Each of us looks in a mirror when he seeks Truth, but our eyes are blinded by what we have already seen in the past.   

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

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In the life of a man, his time is but a moment.... his sense, a dim rushlight. All that is body is as coursing waters.... all that is of the soul, as dreams, and vapors. --

Many grains of frankincense on the same altar;  one falls before, another after-- it makes no difference.

 Marcus Aurelius

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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                                                                   JOE HELLER


True Story, Word of Honor

Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer, now dead, and I were at a party given by a billionaire on Shelter Island.

I said, "Joe, how does it make you feel to know that your host only yesterday may have made more money than your novel, Catch-22, has made in its entire history?"

And Joe said, "I've got something he can never have."

And I said, "What on earth could that be, Joe?"

And Joe said, "The knowledge that I've got enough."

Not Bad!  Rest in Peace!

                                                                           Kurt Vonnegut
                                                                The New Yorker, May 16, 2005       





Friday, July 04, 2014

Lawrence Durrell

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LAWRENCE Durrell:

Pursewarden:

I always believed in letting my reader sink or skim...

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Lord Buckley

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 Lord Buckley: There's a magnificent pylon in this, there's a torch for the world: that life cannot be as beautiful as it should be. We have the blocks to make up the mosaic of life: the dream - a beautiful, wonderful, warm, unendingly delightful schematic of living. This is the truth. We have all these things to put them together. But the pylon that describes the torch of the world is Browning's "Pied Piper of Hamelin." The story of the broken promise ...

 Lady Elizabeth Buckley: We were having fun having hard times. That was his secret. He knew how to turn anything around. Most people don't realize you have to work very hard to have good times.

The next day the Chicago Tribune ran a more lengthy review: That old saw, "If you can't convince 'em, confuse 'em," readily applies to the performance Lord Richard Buckley presents once each night in Alan Ribback's Gate of Horn, Chicago Avenue and Dearborn Street.

Lord Buckley: It has been a most precious pleasure to have temporarily strolled in the garden of your affection.

Mort Fega: I feel really privileged to have had the opportunity to speak at his funeral. I'd had no time to prepare my remarks, so I'm convinced that Lord Buckley was whispering in my ear as I concluded my homage with this wonderfully appropriate quote of his, "The flowers, the gorgeous, mystic, multi colored flowers are not the flowers of life, but people, yes people, are the true flowers of life. And it has been a most precious privilege to have temporarily strolled in your garden."

Shel Silverstein: Lord Buckley would come in at night, dressed in an old beautiful suit, a fresh flower in his lapel, gracious to all, with hugs, with deep laughs and strange sighs, always gentle, always uneven in the rambling levels of his midnight confrontation with demons and saints. He was vulnerable to near perfection. A quiet legend even before his time was over, he died of starvation and thoughtlessness during the attempt by the city police of New York to prevent people without cabaret cards from making a living, from working at the only thing they knew how to do. This brutality of spirit, inherent in red tape and in the affairs of the state, was the very thing he could not cope with. It is the antithesis of love. And Lord Buckley’s life was full of love

Lord Buckley: Love is the international understanding that each and every one of us exactly the same problems to fight.

Lord Buckley: What a great thing it is to be alive. My Lords my Ladies ... would it embarrass you very much if I were to tell you that ... I love you? It embarrasses you, doesn’t it?

Lord Buckley: It is the duty of any given nation in time of high crisis to attack the catastrophe that faces it in such a manner as to cause the people to laugh at it in such a way that they do not die before they get killed.

Lord Buckley: Make the most of all that comes. Make the least of all that goes.



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Saturday, May 10, 2014

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" Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to the sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me."


The dead are my dark matter filling up palpably spaces in my heart and in my world. All my dead are alive in me, alive for me, for whom the past has becvome a luminous and everlasting present; alive to me--yet lost except in my frail after-world. 

For me, my dead live like the music I can play from old recordings. Bud Powell and Charlie alive in my ears, alive, certainly in my heart and brain are the memories of Grandpa, Dad and Mother. Spencer, Greenberg, Hal, Mr. Moody, even Mr. Sherwood and his musical cane of the PS3 playground of evening. As long as I live, they do.

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Even if young, youth is behind them and with it, their zest for exploration and combat. 

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Meum and Tuum--Mine and Yours.

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Ideals coming from the pulpit or the lecture stand, not the mind. 

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Fanatical Vigilance.
Moral Obsessions
Harsh Partisan Restraint
Unbreakable belief in bleak and narrow views 
It's not the know how-- it's the know who.

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"There's a simple rule about temper--
if you can't lose it with one person,
you'll lose it with another. "

Howard Jacobson--"Kalooki Nights








Call me Ismael...

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 "Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to the sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me."

Thursday, May 08, 2014

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Even if young, youth is behind them, and with it some of their zest for exploration and combat.

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meum and Tuum -- mine and yours.

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Ideals coming from the pulpit or the lectern, not the heart not the mind..

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Fanatical vigilance,
moral obsessions,
Gusto and Passion,
harsh partisan,
unbreakable belief in bleak and narrow views.

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The dead are my dark matter, filling up palpably
 the empty spaces of my world and
my heart.

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As long as my heart beats and my brain pulses back these will live: My Dad and Mother, Spencer, Greenberg, Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Max, Jack and Irma Pollack, Murray Getz, even Mr Sherwood and his magical musical cane in the evening P.S. 3 schoolyard will live on. Brenda and Frank Briggs, Kenny Lippman, Paul Smith, Lenny Lambert, Hal, Stanley, even his wife Sydel, Danny Salvatore, Michael and Patricia Avedon, Steve Mantudis, Mr. Harold A. Moody, Harold Clausen, Mrs. Calderwood, Jonathan Mitchel, Gabriel Song,
Jackie the Grocer/Bookie, Jackie Adelman, the Baker, Jimmy Bell-- the bookmaker in the phone booth, Grandma Iverson, Aunt Sally, Aunt Nancy, Shapiro, Mark Dones, Dr. Dollen, Nurse Blodgett, Dr. Gratwick, Harry "Dutch" Blumenthal, Cappy,

What a crowd and I haven't even started.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

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"All I ask is the chance to prove that money won't buy happiness."

Spike Mulligan  

"Death and exile are best met alone--"

Napoleon 

 

Friday, April 18, 2014

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Lord and Lady Shea were the couple who brought my Grandmother, Inga Iverson, a Norwegian teenager, to the Bahamas when she was 15 or 16.

At the time Lord Shea was Governor of the Bahamas.

Nana (Grandma) had been working in London as a helper in a “lying In” hospital (Maternity Hospital.)
In the Bahamas she took care of their baby. This led to her career as a Governess. She worked for several
families including the Marshall Field family of Chicago. I have a photograph of her holding the Marshall Field baby while both were wearing yards of Irish Lace. It seems to have been taken prior to a baptism.

Grandma spoke impeccable English with a slight hint of a Scandinavian accent
that could be detected only by those who listened for it.  

She became friends with another Governess, Olivia Collins,  who was Governess for the Bouvier Family, including Jackie.

Somewhere I have a Birthday letter that Jackie sent to Miss Collins at the end of her life, when she was staying with my mother in Forest Hills. My brother, Joe,  told me that she was a crackerjack poker player.

At the time of the letter, John Kennedy had been elected President, but not yet inaugurated. The letter came from an address in Georgetown.

,m  

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

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"Don't build fences. You may trip over them."

Madame X,  1937..

Thursday, March 06, 2014

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This is from Huffington Post, a series of quotes from Garcia Marquez.  I’ll write some quotes, but not the titles where found.


“No, not rich.  I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.”

“Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.”

“He who awaits much can expect little.”

“A person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.”

“Sex is the consolation your have when you can’t have love.”

“I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death, that has no limits.”

“No medicine cures what happiness cannot.”

“A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.”

“Freedom is often the first casualty of war.”

“Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.”