Talking heads peddle
sports bets, beer and penis pills
while it all falls down.
| Jim Hampton just gave me this massive volume by one of my favorite authors. |
“Privacy,” wrote Patricia Highsmith in September 1957. “An expensive thing in the modern world. How many young writers give themselves a chance? It is considered eccentric to like to be alone.
“Yet for such a short time, either a stay at a country cottage, or absolute quiet for six hours a day produce more than the trouble costs.
“Take yourself seriously. Set a routine. Once you are alone, relax and behave as you will.
“Stand still for a moment and relish the novel sensation of knowing that you are utterly alone and will not be disturbed by a ringing telephone, a baby’s cry, an order from a boss, a groan or a whine from a spouse.
“Privacy is expensive. Perhaps it costs somebody else something. Relish it. But don’t feel guilty about having it. Take it as your due.
We've got it rough.
So did lots of honest people throughout history, in the plagues, in the Inquisition, in the Civil War, in the world wars, when we came damn near close to blowing up human civilization when I was 8 years old.
We can but fight on, or give up. I'm for fighting on with a smile, and assuming we'll eventually get the breaks.
As Shakespeare said, the night is long that never finds the day.
“You suffer, you say, because the people closest to you are distant: this shows that your world is beginning to grow vast. And if what’s near you is far, then how enormous your whole extent, reaching all the way up to the stars.
“You should be happy about your growth. You can’t bring anyone along with you anyway. Be good to those who remain behind, be calm and self-assured before them, don’t punish them with your doubts or frighten them with the confidence and joy they cannot understand.
“Try to have some kind of simple, loyal common ground with them that doesn’t necessarily have to change when you yourself change and change again; love in them life in a different form; be considerate of the elderly who fear the loneliness you are learning to trust.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Corporations call it “anticipated earnings.” Criminals call it “vigorish.”