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If all this dying doesn't end soon everything will turn to shit. mek
Like most good Americans he was fervently materialistic and oblivious to the incongruity of wealth and poverty around him. (mek?)
"Music of Chance," Paul Auster: "Something was finished and something was about to begin. Each citizen carries the entire world within himself. "
"In the Country of Last Things," Paul Auster
"Make plans. Consider the possibilities. Act. Unless you learn to accept what has given to you , you will never be at peace with yourself. "
"The Book of Memory," Paul Auster
"It was. It will never be again. Remember. "
"Leviathan," Paul Auster
"Every man is a prisoner of his pecker."
"Once you turn against yourself, it is hard to believe that everyone is not against you too. "
Monday, October 27, 2008
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Many years ago I was standing at the urinal of a VFW in Skowhegan, Maine, when the man pissing next to me allowed that it was too bad that you had to pay for a drink and then piss it all away.
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He bears the heaviest chain -- that of maturity.
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His smile was kept locked away in some small drawer somewhere in a cellar.
Many years ago I was standing at the urinal of a VFW in Skowhegan, Maine, when the man pissing next to me allowed that it was too bad that you had to pay for a drink and then piss it all away.
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He bears the heaviest chain -- that of maturity.
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His smile was kept locked away in some small drawer somewhere in a cellar.
Friday, October 24, 2008
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There is a time of life when preferences and antipathies are easily implanted and grow to be ineradicable moral sentiments of maturer years.
Lord Salisbury 1865
Apparently after having been molded by friend Dr. Horowitz, few of us have been able to move our heads from side to side so that we could see the rest of the world.
There is a time of life when preferences and antipathies are easily implanted and grow to be ineradicable moral sentiments of maturer years.
Lord Salisbury 1865
Apparently after having been molded by friend Dr. Horowitz, few of us have been able to move our heads from side to side so that we could see the rest of the world.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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It seems to me that much of what we call Truth is tentative, subject to change.
It seems to me that much of what we call Truth is tentative, subject to change.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
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Mike
This is beauifully written and a rare tribute to a friend. However, I disagree when you say Hal was surrounded by creative people but he wasn't one of them ..In my occasional get-togethers with Hal over the years we often talked about business, first his advertising work and later his role as producer/director of TV commercials. It was his job to be creative, and I think he did his job well.
John
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When I think about Hal I try to bring together each of the facets that made up his personality. He wanted to be outsize and memorable but he banged up against his limitations and couldn't bring himself to accept them. He was in a business surrounded by creative types but he wasn't one of them. He wasn't 'talent' but he wasn't a 'suit' either.
He kept his insecurities to himself, he was very closed, very private, so it is doubly hard to put him together in a written sketch. He hid so much of himself from us, and only occasionally, when he was bleeding, did we glimpse a little of what lived under his skin.
His self-protective shield was anger, not a blistering anger, but rather a blustering anger. I loved him for it. It was clear to me that he used his anger to keep himself separate from his life's accumulation of ticks and harrumphs, experience and memory.
When Hal dressed for his role -- the role he played before us, his audience -- when he prepared the fiction that became his self, his character, he dropped deep into his unconscious and the role he played actualized into himself, without deliberate intention, and therefore, paradoxically, into a genuine self. The man we saw on on stage was real.
He never told us that he was dying. We are not sure whether he knew it or whether he was in denial. By not telling us, he deprived himself (and us) of a farewell; we never got to tell him directly how much he meant to each of us, how important to us he was, and, most important, how much we loved him.
When I think about Hal I try to bring together each of the facets that made up his personality. He wanted to be outsize and memorable but he banged up against his limitations and couldn't bring himself to accept them. He was in a business surrounded by creative types but he wasn't one of them. He wasn't 'talent' but he wasn't a 'suit' either.
He kept his insecurities to himself, he was very closed, very private, so it is doubly hard to put him together in a written sketch. He hid so much of himself from us, and only occasionally, when he was bleeding, did we glimpse a little of what lived under his skin.
His self-protective shield was anger, not a blistering anger, but rather a blustering anger. I loved him for it. It was clear to me that he used his anger to keep himself separate from his life's accumulation of ticks and harrumphs, experience and memory.
When Hal dressed for his role -- the role he played before us, his audience -- when he prepared the fiction that became his self, his character, he dropped deep into his unconscious and the role he played actualized into himself, without deliberate intention, and therefore, paradoxically, into a genuine self. The man we saw on on stage was real.
He never told us that he was dying. We are not sure whether he knew it or whether he was in denial. By not telling us, he deprived himself (and us) of a farewell; we never got to tell him directly how much he meant to each of us, how important to us he was, and, most important, how much we loved him.
Friday, October 10, 2008
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Lifeboat an Alfred Hitchcock film with Walter Slezick ,William Bendix Tallula Bankhead directed by Hitchcock.Walter is the german uboat captain;Tallula ,the starlet. Slezack was committed to survive and secreted food while the others starved. I think Bendix who was wounded was weaked and unfit was killed by Slezak so they could conserve water. Lets all as survivors, the remaining beings in our lifeboat, commit to share the remaining supplies and nobody pushes anybody overboard.
ss
At the moment of death life stops -- and we will not know that our existence is over.
ss
What has HAl's death meant to us, personally and as a group. What did it feel like when realizing that the number of empty chairs for Greenberg, Aronsohn, Spencer and
Alas, as Hal's parting shot reminds us, we can not, like those in the movie, be saved from death. None of us can survive. Now what the fuck can we do about that? Make believe?
g
The emails before our meeting were thought provoking, the conversation outdoors at Henry's helped to add definition and clarity to the summation of our view of Hal but the ass kicker, the
post script to the story was Craig's revelations and additions to Hal's life and death story.
And then the renewed discussion after Craig's departure . Now there was brand new information which shed light on all the principle players and their motives. What a spectacular evening. Unrivaled in the annals of "Boys Of HM regular evenings out and about". A rare peek in to the clotted heart of a man who was overcome by disease and twisted disappointment in life and love.
Whether we understand it or not we have witnessed a very sad waste of human potential and it ain't over yet.
ss
When Gross pointed to the places, "over here," for Aronsohn, and "that place" for Spencer, and "this place for Danny, and Hal, by me; for a moment, I felt as though each were present. Something broke the spell, someone said something too soon--maybe it was Hal....
All worlds change and vanish. It looks as though our's is vanishing now. I have had enough of change. Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. We may be bailing as fast as we can; but there's no one who can repair the leak in the lifeboat. The odd, strange thing is that we will each carry on, mostly ignoring the dead end in our future, until we arrive it --and then we won't know it.
mek
Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. Death is
this then when there is no more life. Only the survivors will experience our absence of life.
If you want an afterlife ,a second installment then there are alot of good stories out there. Learning everyday how to live fully in the present. That is it a finite number of present moments
till the last one. The biggest economy to prolong the number of present moments in which to live is sleeping less. That gives me more real added time not hopeful fairy tales.
ss
Lifeboat an Alfred Hitchcock film with Walter Slezick ,William Bendix Tallula Bankhead directed by Hitchcock.Walter is the german uboat captain;Tallula ,the starlet. Slezack was committed to survive and secreted food while the others starved. I think Bendix who was wounded was weaked and unfit was killed by Slezak so they could conserve water. Lets all as survivors, the remaining beings in our lifeboat, commit to share the remaining supplies and nobody pushes anybody overboard.
ss
At the moment of death life stops -- and we will not know that our existence is over.
ss
What has HAl's death meant to us, personally and as a group. What did it feel like when realizing that the number of empty chairs for Greenberg, Aronsohn, Spencer and
Alas, as Hal's parting shot reminds us, we can not, like those in the movie, be saved from death. None of us can survive. Now what the fuck can we do about that? Make believe?
g
The emails before our meeting were thought provoking, the conversation outdoors at Henry's helped to add definition and clarity to the summation of our view of Hal but the ass kicker, the
post script to the story was Craig's revelations and additions to Hal's life and death story.
And then the renewed discussion after Craig's departure . Now there was brand new information which shed light on all the principle players and their motives. What a spectacular evening. Unrivaled in the annals of "Boys Of HM regular evenings out and about". A rare peek in to the clotted heart of a man who was overcome by disease and twisted disappointment in life and love.
Whether we understand it or not we have witnessed a very sad waste of human potential and it ain't over yet.
ss
When Gross pointed to the places, "over here," for Aronsohn, and "that place" for Spencer, and "this place for Danny, and Hal, by me; for a moment, I felt as though each were present. Something broke the spell, someone said something too soon--maybe it was Hal....
All worlds change and vanish. It looks as though our's is vanishing now. I have had enough of change. Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. We may be bailing as fast as we can; but there's no one who can repair the leak in the lifeboat. The odd, strange thing is that we will each carry on, mostly ignoring the dead end in our future, until we arrive it --and then we won't know it.
mek
Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. Death is
this then when there is no more life. Only the survivors will experience our absence of life.
If you want an afterlife ,a second installment then there are alot of good stories out there. Learning everyday how to live fully in the present. That is it a finite number of present moments
till the last one. The biggest economy to prolong the number of present moments in which to live is sleeping less. That gives me more real added time not hopeful fairy tales.
ss
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