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Post Impressions of Vegas
When I look into the street across the way and the rest of this decrepit neighborhood, I realize the gross differences between the two realities I have experienced as of late — here I feel kind of dirty and beaten down by the “neighbors” and the shabbiness of the blocks. In Vegas I felt returned to life, and I cannot wait to leave this palpable lower class mentality behind me. I associate to teaching in a ghetto school about 45 years ago and how demoralizing it was for me, a kind of death in life. I knew that if I didn’t…
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First Impressions of Las Vegas (The Meadows)
Leaving in our car, it took us 7 hours to arrive in Henderson which lies in a valley. Having not traveled extensively in the Southwest I was taken by the harsh yet menacingly beautiful scarps of land, the desolation, the mountainous maw of it all, quite breathtaking, quite severe in places. The flatness of the terrain combined with the mountains and the barrenness lend it an air of harshness and toughness, real pioneer country. For stretches we saw nothing except one or two homes or a small ranch and passed through a park of Joshua Trees which I am sure…
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What Can and What Cannot Be Controlled — A Self Knot
I cannot remember the title of the book by R.D. Laings, a well-known psychiatrist of the Sixties. It may have been called “Knots,” for that matter. What I dimly retain of the book was a series of verbal knots he presented to the reader, in verse, mind you, rather convoluted and brilliant I must say, just like knots. I associated to a knot or knots while musing about this blog and the issue of control. I will just blather from here on in. Control is a kind of rigid inhibition, I imagine. It is Custer’s last stand. One goes down fighting rather…
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I Can’t Find a Title for This Blog
We are waiting, Jane and I, to hear final word about the closing. Hopefully, it will be in the first week of June. We are faced with obstacles because of the financial paranoid state this country is in. And I find it hard to endure fools or underwriters who assume that you are trailer trash or corrupt, unlike them! Everyone is livid about the state of affairs but if you raise your voice they are not used to it, and I raise my voice at times because I do not accept the role of victim. I will comply but don’t…