lecture nine:

All of the losers are beautiful; beauty and terror intertwined, suffering and joy (not mere pleasure, mind you), coherence and chaos, self and Self.

Because the notes are so haywire, I thought they’d be worth transcribing in part for this particular journal entry:

Huxley – Doors of Perception
[my name crossed out] thatched roof sensibilities


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to try...essayer. en Francais? peut-etre, mais Frenglish is infinitely mieux quand on parles of Montreal.

MLA—modern? I suppose...or perhaps merely missive.

‘I’ve never loved a woman for herself alone.’
‘I’ve never thought of women as a remedy for loneliness.’
I don’t care if it’s real or not, it’s just a good memory [for some reason not in quotation marks].

‘Tomorrow you may have become pure light.’

drugs=religion?

Cohen’s approach to ‘matriarchy.’ I find it problematic, too.

Phew!

lecture three:

“Love is its own justification.” What about the kind theoretically steeped in sin? Must or may you overcome it? It is, after all, the word that makes her fall in love. The Word? And how does she fall? Is this original sin, repeated again and again as she falls? If so, it seems categorically unfair to punish her suffering, since the Word has made her fall (or possibly just may’d her fall; permissive or conditional? Does it matter? Should it?). Does one ever do more than bandy with words? Does one ever do more than bandy with words?