Martha and I are planning to go to the movies today to see Downton Abbey. We haven't been to the movies in at least ten years, because we have informally been boycotting the Hollywood Left Wing Black-listing Cabal. We did, though, make an exception for the movie, based on the book of the same name, The Eighty Dollar Champion, a movie about the great horseman Harry de Leyer and his champion jumper, Snowman.
Some years ago, actually in mid-summer of 1960, I sold Harry my horse, an Albino Gelding who was a not bad jumper. Harry bought the the horse for his wife. So the movie had a personal aspect for me, and therefore for Martha, who finds everything about me interesting. No surprise there, right?
As to the perennial question What am I reading? Here's the list; re-reading I'm OK You're OK, for research purposes, reading Kristina Oxenberg's book Dynasty, because she's an FB friend and I am part Montenegren Serb, by way of my Grandmother, Anastasia Ilic Prohaska; and reading my new discovery, someone I should have known about many years ago because of my purported interest in Psychoanalysis; Edmund Bergler.* I'm starting with his book The Super-Ego, because it was recommended by Ingo Swann, or at least it was in one of his bibliographies, forget which.
The above is all post Kentucky trip, where I engaged in a clinic in which I rode and learned about Icelandic Horses, and we bombed around eating at Southern Restaurants, an important hobby of ours.
Some years ago, actually in mid-summer of 1960, I sold Harry my horse, an Albino Gelding who was a not bad jumper. Harry bought the the horse for his wife. So the movie had a personal aspect for me, and therefore for Martha, who finds everything about me interesting. No surprise there, right?
As to the perennial question What am I reading? Here's the list; re-reading I'm OK You're OK, for research purposes, reading Kristina Oxenberg's book Dynasty, because she's an FB friend and I am part Montenegren Serb, by way of my Grandmother, Anastasia Ilic Prohaska; and reading my new discovery, someone I should have known about many years ago because of my purported interest in Psychoanalysis; Edmund Bergler.* I'm starting with his book The Super-Ego, because it was recommended by Ingo Swann, or at least it was in one of his bibliographies, forget which.
The above is all post Kentucky trip, where I engaged in a clinic in which I rode and learned about Icelandic Horses, and we bombed around eating at Southern Restaurants, an important hobby of ours.
*Bergler seems to be the missing link in Psychoanalysis, about which I hope to say more as I digest his very important and well expressed body of work.The main drift of it as I see it so far has to do with his assertion of the importance of the infant's early development of masochism as a result of frustration in his oral drives, which he divides into libidinal and aggressive. So far I find his work convincing, and I suppose exciting, since I am at heart a Psycho-analyst Manque, among other monkey business.
Before letting go of this for the time being; note to Self:
Bergler's assertions are of course dependent upon the idea, (wish, hope,?); that the post-exit-of-the-birth-canal newborn is the possessor of an awareness of subjective being; which would open the door for a subject-object relationship, the object being the nipple or bottle. I'll leave it there for now; except to say that Mr. Swann had a very interesting, and potentially Jungian take on this consciousness syntax.
Bergler's assertions are of course dependent upon the idea, (wish, hope,?); that the post-exit-of-the-birth-canal newborn is the possessor of an awareness of subjective being; which would open the door for a subject-object relationship, the object being the nipple or bottle. I'll leave it there for now; except to say that Mr. Swann had a very interesting, and potentially Jungian take on this consciousness syntax.
