Yorick

"Hamlet and Horatio" by Eugene Delacroix (1839)

                                       

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Imagine the very moment when you'll longer be sentient. If you’ve been in a coma already, it’s one thing, but there are people for whom it’s more dramatic, tantamount to being in a theater watching a movie at the time of a black out, well not exactly since if you’re still alive you can hold onto your partner’s hand until one of you can employ the flashlight on their smartphone. Remember once the theater or life goes dark there are no gadgets. It’s nice to think think someone is going to have a last say either you from the great beyond or someone still waiting by Charon’s bark on the shore of the Acheron. Hope springs eternal. Maybe there's a two way highway allowing voyagers one trip only.

Wanted Dead or Alive--Come to Think of It, Dead

 

Lots of people have angry thoughts about Trump. In his first term many felt bad about thinking things like “I wish he would die,” but his constant unrelentingly foolish, destructive mean-spirited executive orders and actions which, in some cases, actually kill people (his promise to come to the aid of the Iranian protestors which he. didn’t make good on, for one) have disinhibited many otherwise humanistically inclined souls. Some of those who woke up to the executive order calling for Lake Ontario to be Lake America might be heard declaiming “why doesn’t someone cut off his arms and legs and order him to do laps in his newly renovated reflecting pool” or "why don' t they administer one of those death row drugs that don’t work, the ones used with prisoners in red states? How funny it would be to see him writhing in pain. Throw in Scott Bessent and Howard Lutnick. It’s Animal House alright. But let’s save the best reward for old War. Gov Hegseth. Let’s hang him in the street like Mussolini." The only problem with wishing someone to die is that they then die and that’s it. In actuality, if you really are giving vent to your feelings, you probably want to wish them a long painful death, even if it allows the chance to issue yet another executive order.

La Nouvelle Conversation

Have you had the experience of dining with someone who spends the meal talking only about themselves? They never bother to ask you about your children or work and you wonder if they will simply keep the same monologue going after you leave the table. There are lots of people with ear pods on who look like they're talking to themselves, but there are others who are actually living in a dream world and just keep talking without the help of gadgets. In the old days people conducted imaginary conversations with adversaries in their head, imagining what clever riposte they would have made, if only they'd been on their toes. Now it's all out in the open.

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Two Writing Projects

Rachel Cusk

Yiyun Li

Rachel Cusk wrote a novel about the break up of her marriage Aftermath: On Marriage and Separation (2012) after which she produced her trilogy, Outline (2014), Transit (2016) and Kudos (2018) in which individual character appears to disintegrate.  What if there were no more “I” in literature and the author is still beholden to concrete a world? The suicides of Yiyun Li’s two sons is the all consuming passion of her work—similar to the binding of Isaac in Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling. Yiyun Li has written two books about these tragedies. Where Reason Ends (2019) deals with the death of her son Vincent in 2017 at the age of 16. Things in Nature Merely Grow (2025) is about the suicide of her son James in 2024 at the age of 19. 

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Night of the Living Dead

The fact that disaffection and even disembodiment are the lingua franca of cultural discourse is not particularly germane to this particular era. One factoid does play a role, however, and that's the extent to which the political situation has burrowed itself into even the most well-defended psyches. You may be in the middle of Swann's Way or The Four Quartets, and find the infection of spurious discourse and gaslighting spreading through the system say like worms in a dog. Just as you're about to catch your metaphysical breath, Trump, like one of the zombies from George Romero's Night of the Living Dead, opens his ghoulish maw, his used car dealer hairdo and hideous unchanging semantic drawl, hammering hope in a coffin. Sometimes people go into therapy with the mistaken belief that external conditions are what is making them unhappy. The process of treatment is to disabuse them of these defenses. Trump mockingly refers to his critics as suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome. In fact, it's the one thing he says that's true. He is singlehandedly driving the collective unconscious of society nuts.

Helen of Nowhere

 

"Cusky" could be an adjective used to describe the muted disenchantment that afflicts a new generation of fictional characters. The style of Rachel Cusk's trilogy, Outline, Transit and Kudos has become a cultural meme, though there's a roman a clef luring in her latest Life of M ("'Life of M' Rachel Cusk's New Book Has a Protagonist With An Uncanny Resemblance to Natalie Portman," NYT, 8/23/26). Makenna Goodman's Helen of Nowhere, which has been longlisted for the Booker, is similarly reflective of fragile human connection. Here is a passage from the novel which is structured as a six act play. "I have been thinking about the day my wife left me. I had just come back from my morning walk. It was terribly cold in our house, and because of the wind from my walk, I remember I had tears on my face. I came in from my walk, cold and colder, and my wife was sitting at the table, dressed and upright, formal. She told me she was leaving me." Cuskiness is stark and knife sharp. Entropy rules and there isn't a hint of the erotic in the before or after of these failed connections.

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Banking

 

Do you bank experience? A bad experience can pay off if it leads to the production of a poem or novel. Take James Jones' war classic From Here to Eternity.  The only problem is actuarial. The older you get, the shorter the time to repeat the reward, which justifies suffering. And of course there are experiences which break the bank. The notion that artists are exempted from the downsides others experience, because they they may profit (or even claim fame and/or notoriety) from them is a great default concept, until you find yourself drowning.

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Eight Million Ways to Die

A cat has nine lives. Humans only have one though there is You Only Live Twice, which is why fiction is more appealing than reality. “You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face,” is the author's  haiku. BTW it's the last James Bond novel published in Ian Fleming's lifetime. Not to be outdone, Lawrence Block wrote Eight Million Ways to Die. If indeed you only lived twice you would never know it. When you’re about to be reincarnated god makes that indentation above the upper lip which makes way for the life to come.

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Loss Aversion

Is the fear of death a form of loss aversion, similar to that, say, of losing money? Of course this refers not only to one’s own mortality, but that of others who are part of the pod. Such phobias naturally have an effect on behavior. You're unlikely to undertake certain activities until your concern has passed. When you go to the beach, you wait for the swells to become manageable or the riptide to recede. You’ll perhaps delay a return trip until the threat of “weather” is rescinded. Potential gains are also freighted with the possibility of punishment, the obvious one being that one’s newfound prosperity will be taken away. Ultimately, however, the questions is mute. Why live, if someday one’s life is bound to end?

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View From the South Meadow

'View From the South Meadow" by Fairfield Porter (1969)

Those who constantly feel pain are enjoined to change their inspirations. Imaging is one method that can be suggested. Think of something which catalyzes positive thoughts. It's like trying a new route to the destination when you're facing delays. Some drivers only follow Google maps while others may choose a more arduous path that circumvents traffic and adds different scenery along way. Freud compared free association to looking out of the window of a train. Fairfield Porter, an exhibit of whose work has recently completed a run at the Art Student's League, adhered to the notion that "the real is specific." What is there to look for, when the present lurks right before one's eyes? He chose to paint the empty field above offering no anodyne for its emptiness.

The Sorrow and the Pity

Au jour le jour means from day to day. The expression conjures the image of a French provincial town out of the pages of Flaubert or Balzac, as opposed to the sophisticated salons of French Vogue or Marie Claire. One day, in this reckoning, is similar to the other. "We must work" was the refrain of Chekhov’s Three Sisters. Marie Claire is au contraire "un prenom familier, " but no matter. If you took language lab in high school you will remember the iterations of a whole way of life life out of the reader "la maison," "la cuisine," "la table" that could translate as Middletown USA. There’s Paris and the elegant Polo Club in the Bois de Boulogne then just the life in Clermont-Fernand, the town in which Marcel Ophuls' The Sorrow and the Pity takes place.

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Cosmic Indifference

Black Hole

Have you ever faced the cosmic indifference of the universe? You always think that your behavior is what's causing the problem, going through the painful analysis of what you would or would not have done or said to deserve the treatment you received. What's worse is the realization it has nothing to do with you.

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Head

Head

Sex has nothing to do with love. Sex has to do with sex. Some people like George Simenon who fucked chambermaids and everyone else are good at it. IB Singer fucked lots of women and Wilt Chamberlain boasted a thousand. Maybe they were turned on by his seal nose coat. Sex is an equal opportunity employer. There are women who hire gigolos when they’re not satisfied by lovers who boast about their technique. There are lots of people of both sexes who blow each other. Females blow men and guys blow their male friends. In the old days this latter took place guiltily in the back rows of sleazy porn houses in deserted downtowns or in the bathroom of a Trailways, but now that passionless sex has become normalized you just get blown. It’s like getting a haircut. People blow each other's brains out. Have you ever gone to a dinner party where instead of greeting you at the front door with a kiss or hug the hostess or host simply gets down on their knees and blows you? It’s sexist not to include the vagina, but when you're talking about blowjobs, someone has to have a dick. Of course the host or hostess may want to pleasure their female guests  before dinner. However, to perform oral sex on a woman requires a bed, unless you want to do it on the floor.

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What if the Earth Were Square?.

AI generated image of Rubik's cube

What if the earth were square and warning sides put up everywhere, "Beware the steep descent." Ancient Greek thinkers such as Eratosthenes and Aristotle discountenanced such notions in the 4th century BC. But what if reality is the illusion? For instance many people wrongly think that abstract paintings are just about the surface of the canvas, when in actuality abstraction is tantamount to photorealism with so called figurative art being the delusion. What is the world? In this universe, you learn to take "he's going off the deep end" seriously. Christo might be employed or of course each country could put up its own fence. A square world would give new meaning to the concept of a "rip tide," since the inertial force of the water falls would continually wash away existence.

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Misery

 

Misery is a great title for a horror thriller. Many people wrongly. associate the emotion with malaise. However,  the kind of drudgery and hopelessness one associates with cement shoes is truly terrifying. Edgar Allen Poe's "The Cask of the Amontillado" deals with revenge by immurement. Waiting For Godot and Endgame are generally regarded as existential comedies, but Hamm and Clov live in garbage cans, only poking their head up to answer a turn of phrase. "Do you believe in the life to come?" Clov asks. "Mine was always that" is Hamm's response. "Insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results" is a common saw. Another one is often framed in flowery plaques on bathroom walls, as an admonition to men. "We aim to please. Will you aim, too, please?" The joke rests in between the commas.

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Straight Flush

 

"Fountain." Duchamp" (1917)

  
SNL modified Trump's "we have all the cards" remark to the Iranians. "We have all the cards, you only have a straight" was the joke.  You can be flush with victory which is the expressions Hegseth and Trump have evinced repeatedly, as they counted their chickens before they hatched. Or simply flushed like the heroin in that famous Trainspotting scene. You night say that The White House has a straight flush when it comes it comes their continually declining arsenal.

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Cage Aux Folles

Unless you're polyamorous, a great deal of weight is placed up the notion of faithfulness. The underling notion is truth of course. A polyamorous individual is being as truthful and one who is monogamous. Things get a bit more complicated when a supposedly monogamous individual cheats. The reverse is not true of polyamory. Few polyamorous individuals who ware secretly monogamous will ever be upbraided for the feeling that they only want to be with their legal partner in life, although as strange as it may sound there are covens of gay, straight and trans people who demand a certain allegiance to the cause. The Sullivanian analytic movement argued for promiscuity as cure for possessiveness. The underlying notion was a critique of the oedipal triangle which also came under scrutiny by French analysts like Deleuze famous for his Anti-Oedipus tome. The comic possibilities of perverse or not so perverse arrangements are legion. Remember Cage Aux Folles?

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Embarrassment

"An Embarrassing Proposal" by Antoine Watteau

Are you the kind of person who has always had their hand up waving for attention? Did it start in grammar school, when you got kicked out of class after calling out an answer? Did you do it because you felt you weren't being called on fast enough or potentially at all? Has such behavior become a humiliating practice that makes human existence itself a source of embarrassment for you? You can stop crying out for attention, but nothing is going to change. Once a pickle no longer a cucumber. Society has your number. People realize full well that you're shutting up because you're enraged.

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Hatshepsut

Queen Hatshepsut

This is a horror movie, one of those old 30s British affairs, where the Oxbridge archeologists upset the spirit of of some dignitary like Hatshepsut. If you haven't visited her tomb at the Met, here's the details. Hatshepsut c 1505 BC was the sixth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt, ruling first as regent, then as queen regnant from c.1479 BC c. 1458 BC and the Great Royal Wife of Pharaoh Thutmose II. She's not the kind of person whose sleep you want to disturb. You think this is it. In honor of Lindsay Graham, Russia will finally be sanctioned. Cornyn and Tillis will stick to their guns and refuse go along with an agreement about President's fund that's not worth the paper it's written on. Even fanatics like Laura Loomer and Jean Pirro will stand up. But there is no slaying the monster, whose fingers crawl like bugs out of their crypt, just as you're convinced you've buried them forever. 

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What is to Be Done?

There are two basic lessons to be learned from history--beyond the fact that Hegel's "world historical figure" is a value free notion. Avoid nice guys and those who threaten to "get things done." Chamberlain made the mistake of thinking Hitler was a nice guy when he promised the Sudetenland was Germany's last grab. Most recently Pete Hegseth and Trump both have threatened to bomb Iran into oblivion."A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again," Trump recently declared. Hamlet is always held up as an example of what happens when you think too much. Trump, one might say, is the opposite of Hamlet. In the name of bringing industry back home, he exercises tariffs for which the consumer pays the price.

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Anxiety

Senator John N. Kennedy

John N. not F Kennedy is the Republican senator from Louisiana. You may not like his politics, but his iterations can be amusing such as his description of Trump in regard to the president's insistence that vandals were responsible the failures of the reflecting pool. "He exists loudly, and he grows anxious when he has an unexpressed thought." Iterations about states of existence are an art form in and of themselves. You might call them existential memes. It's an ability that crosses the aisle and is an odd value neutral touch of light. A Republican with a name like John Kennedy is, btw,  subliminally bipartisan. Is it not?

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The Fly

You will say this has been said before. Why do you insist on dwelling on the depressing fact that one day you are not going to wake up? Not to beat a dead horse, you will no longer be perceiving the world. Can you get arms around that or the fact that your dying has no more significance than that of the death of one of the ants in the pile you step on creeping out of the cracks in pavement or the irritating fly you wreak vengeance on with your swatter!

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