I hate to judge things by feelings.
I don’t have a good feeling about this coming 9/11.
No, I do not.
There is a conflation out on the periphery on the ends of the linear, so-called “political spectrum.” (The astute reader will have noted that I implied that there may be a problem similar on the other side of the so-called spectrum.)
Recently, I had a MeWe-group comments-exchange on the subject of Europe’s all-too-readiness to place “far” as prefix to “right” with respect to whomever occupies that “end of the spectrum.” I place those last four words within quotes as the subject turned to–by my intent–the questionable employment of the line (straight) to represent one’s political identification: That one’s political identity is, by way of metaphor, placed and located on a line extending out, straight, left and right from the center. Also, note I’ve left generalized those occupying that end, The Right, by using, “whomever occupies,” also, with intent for the following.
My belief, currently, is that there are many problems generated by using the straight line to designate the range of political types. Let’s look at the word, “spectrum.” Here are the distinct types where a word appears before “spectrum:”
Absorption, Chemical, Chromatic, Continuous, Diffraction, Gaseous, Normal, Ocular, Prismatic, Solar, Thermal. (There is one entry in the list where a word appears after “spectrum:” “Spectrum analysis,” which is a type of chemical analysis.)
The source doesn’t include what we, in America, use without hesitation or forethought: “political spectrum.” Where do you fall on the political specrtrum?
What the bleep does that look like?
Probably, like the Uterus.
That’s my guess.
My only knowledge of negative sentiment about Freud is that it was, they were Liberals (Leftists) who decided to discredit anything Freudian, due to things like “hysteria” being blamed on the possession of a uterus and whatever else could be attributed, by whiff or concrete block, as anti-women and incompatible with any principle of Feminism.
Yet, some of us can remember walking around worrying about what our sub-consciouses were up to; and, without the Freudian “sub-conscious” to kick around or fret over, I ask, whither the subconscious? Are we in denial that it doesn’t matter or, even, that it doesn’t exist—it, the baby, being thrown out with the Freudian bathwater? (When I use “Freudian,” I refer to ONLY the scholarship, NOT any defects of character the man may, did or did not have.)
What we can agree is relevant is whether his version of the human’s stages of development are accurate; if partly, then how so? And so on. The same with respect to what’s called the Defense Mechanisms, though I don’t believe Freud coined that term for them as they are now known. Let’s not forget the rampant concept “denial,” is one of the so-called mechanisms in that list. The other, that Rush Limbaugh seems to have made more widely used, being “projection.” The concept I remember from College is more difficult to understand than the one being used a great deal in U.S. of A over the past decade. I first heard the term here within and among a well-known group about a decade before Rush had a radio show. How long it being used in that group prior to my entry?, is unknown to me.
She, Deneuve. is in a film in my top-ten film list: Dancer In The Dark. Not only did I love this movie from seeing it—I rented from a store—I loved that Bjork won the Cannes Film Festival award, female role this being her first acting project, one bleeping song being nominated for Best Orig.Song, or whatever it’s called, and she looses to who?, BLEEPING Bob Dillan!!!!!!!!!!! (I’ve never taken to Dillan, didn’t when I was young–[Led Zeppellin].) so I was thrice-cooked pissed off!!!
I followed Bjork for a while after the excitement, joining the “4UM” message board in which I saw Joanna Newsom mentioned, listened to her works, to date, and BAAM, I followed her brilliant, 100% American rise-to Super Stardom to be disabused of my fandom by a, quip onstage—I’ve never seen her live she being spitting-distance from me on the Y’s tour. (I’ve edited this post, discovered that I hadn’t completed it and now don’t know what the bleep is the quip that “disabused” me “of my fandom!”)
She said: I don’t the exact words….
What is the first thing that came to mind when I saw this emetic?
Well, there is only one appropriate response to that picture: A picture or altarpiece in three compartments
Here – nothing grows
They – know not what they do
You – your forgiveness
Falls as dew
Nailed upon a wooden frame
Twisted yet unbroken
Open mounted a silent choir
Never was there heard a sound
Until the heavens opened
Now the tide is turning
To other-wordly yearning
Through the sun’s eclipse seems final
Surely he will rise again
Roxy Music, Triptych, album Country Life