I

can't help remembering the William Blake quote: If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.

It spins around my head a bit, even though I'm not so interested in wisdow. And just because he said it, it might mean nothing, or mean something while being plain wrong. But still it spins around my head. Does it imply that we should seek folly? That prudence and good judgement are somehow not adviseable. That many of our good decisions are bad decisions?

So it means none of this. Barely suggests any of it. But something drives these skewed interpretations.

Suddenly last

supper, was the title of a lesson in an advanced ESL book for Japanese learners of English, who pretty much already speak the language. This lesson was the true story about a group of people who were evicted from an apartment. On their last night there they had an eviction dinner party, and left the apartment for the last time towards the end of the party, with the party still going on.

Some guy I told all this to mentioned that the name "Suddenly last supper" was a nod to the title of a movie "Suddenly last summer". But there also seem to be other "Suddenly last supper" things out there.

Time to clear out

the pickled head grime.

We called it

space based aqua pop. It was music from outer space, only underwater. Listening to it freed you, loosened connections, opened possibility. Soon to be a necessity for creative ventures.

And the rest of the time its the baroque certainty of Bach.

Some guy

at a party once told me that "Einstein on the Beach" by Phillip Glass was music from 50 years from now. This guy was somehow involved in the music industry, as a composer of movie music, or something like that. I went out and bought the CD, and haven't been able to listen to it at all, though some other music by Phillip Glass I like.

But the idea was the interesting part, the music of the future. Right now I've been listening endlessly to "Silent Shout" by The Knife, and half felt that it was from the future. As I listened to it the phrase music from the sterile world came to me, not as if it were music from a world where everyone was sterile, but from music from a place that is very modern, but also very under-populated.

The vast

underground corridoors lie ahead. I know that there is a stairwell going a level further down, and there await special treats. I find it and go down.

This skeletal outline describes a dream, partially recurring, from when I was a child. It doesn't recurr as a dream anymore. But it does in memory, and it sort of even does in airports, because some have hired commerical artists to create these strange tunnels with odd lights and sounds to connect various terminals.

And for another time (or have I mentioned it already?): The Terminal Terminal.

There is the split

between those who say that the actor is ultimately responsible for his deeds, and those who say he is not, because other factors matter and they matter more.

I can't seem to get as much work done as I'd like. There are no background factors. I see my limits. And yet, perhaps I shall change them.