As a writer with two finished novels, both unpublished and with a constant need to continue writing and a hope in not alienating my friends by leaving them as the only addressee of my thoughts; here I will try to work publicly. I will think of these works as columns, but being blog-entries I suppose there’s no way around my natural dislike for the format and no way to call them by another name. I humbly submit. I may even be given some lenience for the occasional typo or grammatical incongruity.
flippancywrit@yahoo.com

17th November 2011

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Samuel and Leonard Barber—opposing forces

Samuel is well remembered, notable even, but the younger Barber is practically unknown although he developed the drug that is used throughout the Americas and Europe to euthanize dogs (see factitious).  Other examples of factitious deaths, but not in the category of euthanasia, are the tens of thousands of Iragis, Afgans, and Pakistanis killed or mortally wounded in the last ten years by US troops and their toady contract agents.  Rush Limbaugh and Americans of his cadre consider such deaths as brought about by US action in Irag, Afganistan and Pakistan to be euthenics…and this is especially so, and obviously so, because the neo Pharoahs on the Potomac are the Sun Gods and arbiter of such.  Ya got that?  Ya damn well better get that pissant! 

4th October 2011

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Was I unpleasant I wondered

If I may be so personal,

Yoga presented a problem tonight.  Specifically the problem was smells.  There were at least fifteen people in the room and there were prominent smells.  A number of particular and prominent smells.  It caused me to doubt myself.

Was I unpleasant I wondered.  Oh god!  I was in the last row and I inched my yoga mat further and further back until I was against the back wall, as far as I could get from others.

It occurred to me to sneak out to take a quick shower as well as gargle and throw out my underwear.  Sometimes there is underwear left on the floor of the men’s locker room, and if I was fortunate and a pair was there, I could substitute that for mine.  Surely they would be fresher.  And if there wasn’t a pair on the floor I could go through the lockers until I found a pair.  And if I couldn’t find a pair that way I could always go back to yoga class without undershorts since my gym shorts were long by gym shorts standards.  I would avoid doing postures where I had to in any manner stand on my head or put my legs into the air.  In those postures I would get cold as well as be a spectacle.

The more I thought about it, and I thought about it a lot, the more I doubted my own foulness.  It didn’t make sense that it was me, or me entirely.  I was late to yoga and the class had begun before I arrived.  Yet when I arrived the room was immediately “ripe” and obviously so.  I couldn’t have caused that in such short order it seemed.  Also, if the smells, and I must emphasize the plural nature of the effect, were so obvious and unpleasant to me why had I not noticed them in the least while I was at home, or in the car on my way to the gym.  Such reasoning is of course not scientific.  If it was, then sinners, shots, cruel and mean persons would recognize their shortcomings and appropriately address them.

You see it was not just shortcomings, but shortcomings in public.

One doesn’t just walk into yoga and start with contortions.  You work up to doing the contortions.  Consequently I wasn’t able until some time had passed to put my foot up to my face.  Was it my feet that were so prominent?  You don’t want to know any more about this, do you?

I don’t think I will go any further with this note.  It’s not a fit topic and especially so for my friends who are each and every one remarkably upstanding and clean.  You are all clean.  Exemplary so, yes.

Let us try this: you might consider this, some time in the middle of the night or before sunrise you could send me an unsigned e-note or letter by post with no identifying indications and tell me if there is something in the nature of olfactory offense you have noticed about me.  That should help.  Why not?  I’m a brave man.  I just don’t want to be an unpleasant one.

Regards.

T.

12th September 2011

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Detritus

Detritus

12th September 2011

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It’s Been an Ugly Path

To Persons of Record and privilege, those who are loved, and those who are successful:

This is the most insane weekend for this country I’ve seen enfold in my lifetime except maybe for the immediate days following Hurricane Katrina.

Over and over and over the media is replaying the collapse of the twin towers.  The record is stuck and the tune repeats and repeats from the same position but never gets beyond the moment that it freezes.  You are all frozen.  There is no change, no growth.  You refuse to believe, and will not just plainly and simply accept how vulnuerable modern technological society is, and therefore how vulnerable you are.

—How everyone on the earth except those in the most ‘backward’ locales is vulnerable to massive disruption.

—How vulnerable we are to the mentally ill person who can get guns, guns, guns at a moments notice when it falls apart within him and he becomes disposed to act in despair and hatred.

—How vulnerable we are to a relatively small group of poorly educated people who organize for the purpose of creating the most massive destructive act they are capable of.  And so it was that a non-professional group using the good will of a host country, and relying on that country’s ignorance, to act in hatred did indeed act with significant effect.  Just about every country has specialized teams of professional forces with advanced training that gives such teams the ability to easily accomplish much worse and terrible events than what occurred on Sept. 11, 2001.  You are as vulnerable now as you were then.  But North Korea may not be. 

—How a statistically certain event, yet unexpected (we call that ignorance), can wipe out a major, major nuclear power plant in Japan.  The plant, the parent company and the government was unprepared.  And, that we now see, had no idea how to respond and was totally unprepared to respond.  One hundred thousand persons worked for a decade in the clean-up and isolation efforts in Chernobyl.  One hundred thousand worked on that effort and it continues.  See Sept. 2011 issue of Modern Technology magazine put out by MIT, it tells about the Chernobyl effort.  It will cost tens of billions to contain those plants in Japan.

We are not victims here in the USA.  We are not special either.  We are on this earth as every one else, and we face the same dangers and events that others face around the world.  The statistical odds finally fell against us on Sept. 11.

THEY

They were amateurs for Christ’s sake—those who pirated those four planes.  Look how easy it is for uneducated men poorly armed to pirate huge commercial shipping vessels off the coast of Africa.  Amateurs for Christ’s sake.  Look at the group that killed Rabin.  Amateurs.  The mentally ill man down your very street is even less capable than such amateurs; and look what an ill man accomplished in a couple hours in Tucson when he finally falls apart on a Saturday morning.

Bin Laden

Bin Laden succeeded way beyond what he could have imagined in his wildest dreams.  He drove the USA over the brink into its won chaos, its own paranoia, into its power-rage.  As a result one-half a million or more have been killed by the actions of the USA in the mideast and perhaps 50,000 US troops and civilians have been killed or seriously wounded.  The US economy has collapsed into its worse economic recession in seventy years.  That is not by accident.  You willl never know how much has been spent on these two wars and how much of the federal budget has been shifted to support these wars and associated counter terrorism efforts.  The amounts would shock you and you would see why we are in such an economic crisis.

No it was not a reasoned response.  The ‘enemy’ now only needs to stand up and say “boo” and we tie down our entire nation looking for the hidden terrorist among us.  Boo!  Scared of the dark are we?  Oh, maybe that was a poor choice of words, the word dark that is.  As if I might have been thinking about skin color.  Not me!

And the political parties are acting in similar fashion to that of savage armies at war.  Wining is the only option, the enemy is entirely and completely evil.  It is us or them, and the hell with the broader nation.  And hateful idiots are running for president.  I don’t need to name names.  As in the 1930’s fundamentalist religions are arising and spreading fear and hate.

And so we responded in the last ten years as we did in Viet Nam.  Damn it—we will have our way, and our illusions no matter what the cost to the invaded country and to our own young.  We will kill one-hundred to one, one thousand to one.  The insane power mongers and madmen took our throne and lead us down an ugly, ugly path.

My name goes here,

Tim Fleetham

13th July 2011

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We are so very small.  We try so hard to get big and then bigger.  How many years can you carry all that burden?  

We are so very small.  We try so hard to get big and then bigger.  How many years can you carry all that burden?  

2nd May 2011

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We put so much of ourselves into them.  Each one a version of ourself.  Disrespectful isn’t it?  As if they needed us and our story lines.

We put so much of ourselves into them.  Each one a version of ourself.  Disrespectful isn’t it?  As if they needed us and our story lines.

2nd May 2011

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Eventualities

Mr. flippancywrit, otherwise known as John by those who love him, died on November 15, 2010.  He loved writing and read extensively, with depth in a number of areas, and with comprehension.  A lot could be said about his interests and pursuits.  Did you know he was for a time quite an accomplished yogi?  Yes that is true.  Accomplishments aren’t all that important and such a big deal in the long run, and all are indeed temporary and soon mist and then vapor.  We certainly won’t attempt a tally of John’s pursuits.  And who are we anyways?  Who’s to say. 

The connection was the important thing, the encounter, one with another.  He made it across that vast divide between persons.  I can attest to it; and I am forever, forever changed by knowing and loving John.  Others such as Diane, Cookie, Jane, Edmond, Patrick and others would say likewise. 

Eventually we will take down this internet site, likely on November 16, 2011.  It’s energy has dispersed.  It’s a small record really now that John has moved on.  It’s yesterday’s concerns.

And so before the end of 2011 we will erase this blog.  In the meantime please take what you like from it. 

Blessings to you and to all who reach across that vast divide between us.

18th December 2010

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Such a lovely child!

Such a lovely child!

11th December 2010

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Spy Photo

Spy Photo

3rd December 2010

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This Blog Continues

This Blog Continues at least for a time and we intend to continue the angularity that was a hallmark of John Fleetham’s style.  His style was not quite stick-in-your-eye awakening, but it was alert, and some might say rude on occasion.  Now, I might argue that the rudeness was in the eye of the reader and not the writer;  and so poop on you the reader for such brashness and lack of compassion.  

QUOTE TO FOLLOW, A FEW PARAGRAPHS BELOW

Below is a quote that may be about John, or it may not be about John.  Alternatively, it may also be about one’s subconscious; or perhaps about one’s experiencial self—your awareness beneath all the cultural conditioning, the awareness before development of symbolic thought and language. 

REGARDING JOHN’S READING, THE QUOTE FOLLOWS THIS PARAGRAPH 

John read the writings and seminar notes of Jacques Lacan, the French psychoanalyst.  This was truly fun reading for him.  If you are interested, two good books that John would recommend are: Jacques Lacan, A Feminist Introduction by Elizabeth Grosz (a wonderful book), and The Lives and Legends of Jacques Lacan by Catherine Clement.  Otherwise try: The Four Fundamental Concepts of Psychoanalysis, Book XI. The Seminar of Jacques Lacan.  John was quiet capable of talking in depth and with understanding about the material in these books.  Be warned, this is slow reading for most of us, but well worth the time and effort.  John brought me to this material and I am very grateful to him for that.  Much of me is him, and some of him is me.   This post is by Tim Fleetham.

THE QUOTE

Quote:  

You think I came to play with you, but in fact I came to turn the game upside down.  You think I’m cheating because you think I’m in the game—you don’t see that I’m not.  You thought you had me and I jumped you, but I didn’t do it on purpose.  I’m always getting away from you, but I don’t do it on purpose.  You don’t look for me where I am when I’m there, and you don’t watch where I’m going.  I win hands down every time, and if I lose it’s only for a little change of pace.  Like a flame crazy about itself, I creep and then I leap and then I subside into ashes, from which I shall rise again when I please.  I die knowing that I shall live again.  And yet in dying I bleed; but you don’t see the blood; and when I was bleeding you didn’t see it.

By Henry di Montherlant, Le Genie et les fumisteries du Divin