After reading Partial Objects today, an amazing post, all about things like Lacan and the Soul—

All I know is, my soul is a pest. Or whatever that internal thing is that has kept yammering away, lo these many decades. Always with a very clear idea of what is right. Read the rest of this entry »

A number of questions float about the household air today … some as pure depressive drivel, but alright, I have washed up on the far shore of a routine surgery last week—or was it two weeks ago—without any clue as to why I am alive and what’s more, Read the rest of this entry »

“Many signs point to next week’s laptop announcement as being the world-beater we’ve been waiting for,” says The New York Times. Brian Hayashi: “Apple will come full circle with a mobile device that acts like an inexpensive laptop.”

There is only hesitation, or trying to push oneself past hesitation. This is the mind of hope and fear, which arises because one is trying to live in some other moment, instead of in the moment that arises now. One is comparing, planning, or trying to maintain an illusion of control in the midst of a reality which is completely beyond control.

Completely? Entirely? You sure there’s not some little corner of the universe what’s rightfully mine where I am supposed to be in charge? You sure that wasn’t part of my birthright? Cause I often feel entitled. To something. I do pare away at the To What. Or to be a tad more factual, life pares away the possibilities, and I adjust. Or not.

But the Or Not was so goddamn painful, I just could not get things the way I wanted them. Things? Oh, like a kind husband, like the strength for art. Not bad wants, and not impossible, either—in another time and place.

It only required that I change the laws of physics. I don’t know why it didn’t work out.

Let me be clear about this:
I don’t have a drug problem,
I have a police problem.

—Keith Richards

He’s a good lad, Our Keef.