1.
Time to reconcile, to forgive and forget. Time to see Jennie. Time to catch up, to make up, to explain. Time to confide and wear dark glasses again.
“Let us suppose that I have wept, on account of some incident of which the other has not even become aware (to weep is part of the normal activity of the amorous body), and that, so this cannot be seen, I put on dark glasses to mask my swollen eyes (a fine example of denial: to darken the sight in order not to be seen). The intention of this gesture is a calculated one: I want to keep the oral advantage of stoicism, of “dignity” and at the same time, contradictorily, I want to provoke the tender question (“But what’s the matter with you?”); I want to be both pathetic and admirable, I want to be at the same time a child and an adult. Thereby I gamble, I take a risk: for it is always possible that the other will simply ask no question whatever about these unaccustomed glasses: that the other will see, in the fact, no sign.”
Living in love, in a state of grace, in acceptance. Living outside of pornography, fantasy, catastrophic thinking-living in truth, trust and kindness.
2.
In Europe things, economic things are getting a whole heap better. House prices climbing, job prospects improving.
It’s funny listening to British people complain about their lot. They really have no idea how lucky they are. They are blissfully unaware what is going on here. Nobody really reports it-no journalist can bring themselves to say these words: America as we knew it is over. America where all our dreams would come true. Where the promise of freedom would be fulfilled, where truth and equality would be respected. Where innovation and hard work would be rewarded.
What happened?
There has been an economic catastrophe in the United States of America, brought on by endemic greed, corruption and false Gods. The American people are angry and rightfully so-but because they are so badly educated their anger is totally misdirected. Because they have no democratic choice their vote is meaningless. Because their government is utterly corrupt they have no voice. Their youth are disinterested in anything other than instant fame, fast food, sexual gratification.
The elections have become Corporate America’s great firework charade, costing millions, lights up the night then all smoke and ash leaving things just the way they were before. Conning the dumb people into believing that they have choice and change they can believe in etc etc.
The last election was the most cynical of all. Listening to Obama make any promise he could to get those folks to vote for him then watch him and his party of fools renege on every one of his election promises-knowing that the American people will never lift a finger to defend themselves from their worst enemy-their very own government.
Today I listened to Tim Geitner finally admit that the millions of lost jobs were not coming back anytime soon. Just as I predicted. When as my ‘smart’ white AA Palisades friends were looking down their suburban noses at me telling me that things would be back to normal in a year or so. I looked back at them in utter disbelieve. Who were they trying to convince? I would gently remind them that nothing was going to return to ‘normal’ any time soon. They sneered at me. They laughed because they didn’t understand. They are complicit you see. Complicit in the demise-in the USA’s financial melt down. Do you think they just totally underestimated the depth of the deception? The greed? Or was this a risk the rich were prepared to take?
I don’t trust Tim Geitner, I don’t trust Rahm Emmanuel, I don’t particularly trust Obama. But in a world of distrust I would rather have these bandits than the last mob. The characters in this administrative pantomime are more entertaining than the last.
This ‘Democratic’ administration cast by Ari Emmanuelle. Make up by..hair..
3.
The flight back home from New York was 45 mins early, which made up for the 6-hour delay on the way there. The staff were sweeter too. One of them gave me free food. If you could call it that-processed crap.
I had had a lovely time in NYC and even though it rained and rained I felt at home, like I always do, in the big city. I loved it. I really did.
For my last night in town Joan took us all to the Spotted Pig. I sat next to Lady Rizo and opposite Joan’s husband. He told us how he once dated a girl Elvis was dating and even though I had heard the story twice before I was still captivated.
Jake mooned over Lady Rizo’s husband.
