the pentagon admits to burning 350,000 barrels of oil a day. that doesn't include military contractors and weapons and weapons manufacturers. most of the oil burned is in protecting america's access to foreign oil.

fear, evasion and denial, and the accompanying attempts to escape will afflict and separate one from one's own resources, so that there is non-growth.

in the extreme, the person stops feeling altogether and attempts to live solely by rational means and cognitive directions.

the fear of despair is despair.

this is the terrible tragedy of modern life.

existential loneliness, p.33.

he is sustained and cheered and aided by no party, he is given comfort by no creed, he has no faith in him 

 

 

except his own. and often that faith deserts him, leaving him shaken and filled with impotence. 
and then it seems to him that his life has come to nothing, that he is ruined, lost
and broken beyond redemption, and that morning-
bright, shining morning, with its promise of new beginnings-
will never come upon the earth again.

t.wolfe

sick loneliness, the loneliness of fakery and pretence, the loneliness of the calculated and contrived, the loneliness of the ready-made solution.

one does not combat loneliness with an aura of friendliness, one does not deceive loneliness.

efforts to deceive the individual by the subtle and invisible emanation of neighborliness only accentuate the emptiness.

contrived cheerfulness, warmth, and invitation register deep down as superficial openness and leave the person feeling there is no genuine way to establish roots with others.

the anxiety of consuming, where there is no essential tie to creating-the anxiety created when real desires and interests are abandoned.

it is possible to live too much in the world, to try to escape loneliness.

submission increases the child's insecurity and at the same time creates hostility and rebelliousness.

if he could only surrender to his real loneliness, he might emerge a new person.   clark e. moustakas

the way it used to be (disregard).

wow, i'm literally dumbfounded. i can't even speak to that. (dignity.)

the child attempts to assuage the feeling of isolation by entering into a rich fantasy life. (i missed miss lily and i didn't even know.)

it's not so easy when you do things different.

tunneling blues.

when the child cannot obtain adult presence loneliness enters

i never felt the infantilization of americans as much as now. maybe i'm just an old reactionary fart. maybe americans are fed up with lying thugs controlling their freedom and killing in their name. after all what do they get for it, cheap goods?

terror alert, no not my puny little terror of a puny little terrorist cop, this one's big-time, obomba-size terror, universal! well universital. and i was just going to talk about the terror of loneliness of the desperately unfulfilled american individual consumer.

and what is so exceptional about america? money, power, drones? exceptional in that we can kill pakistanis from nevada?

                        well that just ain't natural. it's not nice to put such harsh words with loving pictures of mister. let me leave it on flaherty who said when asked what viewers would get from his films said, wanting to know more.

shit, copp, america metastasizes globally.

i can't believe that rogue cop got my number. what if she's reading my texts? bitch. in a healthy body she'd be a cancer cell and the body would isolate her and that's what i'd wish, but there may not be enough healthy cells to surround and reduce her hate. oh well, you just go on acting free as long as you are able while conscious of being colonized from within.

it's a lie, it's just not true, you cannot love those who hate you.

america created a world of terror keeping terror at bay that is the orgiastic wet dream of the military-industrial complex, now terror is planetary, the rich are richer, and the rest, subjugated, and terrified.

the future feels bleak like it's asking

a soft question we answer without listening.

there were but three birders on the island today, this quietus between holy days, and we found this oriole nest by the stone harbor bridge.

usually we see these nests hanging by a thread high up in the trees, riding the wind.

the poisoner levy conducted a tour of the shuttered and manicured island today where they build scenic overlooks and dogs yes are not allowed. but poisoners welcome.

falling nest

for lena olin

the uglification of the world-it's a planetary process and i can't stand it.   i read this and i can't remember where but i'll claim it.

i'm your vehicle, baby, i'll take you anywhere you want to go. by now i'm sure you know.

that cretin cop is still haunting the park. my friend was harassed yesterday. she's a wicked bitch, turns on her red lights and siren, demands his i.d. but won't give hers. pure evil paid for by good neighbors.

what do you want to talk about tonight? she looked out the window. she could see her reflection in the glass, and the dark behind it. dear, is it cold there tonight?

the self-censorship of america

studies the language of faces.

the cities are burning, rev. frederick douglas kirtkpatrick.

power ain't no mercy in this land.

i don't think we can change the world, the point is to survive it, not brute survival, but soul survival.

hyphenbridge

ain't nobody gone to turn me round.

hallelouya

you really are somebody.

bleak friday

the explorer as artist

                  art you can believe is the only thing believing you art

is the soul the same as the body?

is the body one thing, and the soul another?