Book of the day: The Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud (24 Volume Set)

I’m lready familiar with the of works of Freud, having taken courses in psychology years ago, and I’m glad to own this book.


Sigmund Freud (May 6, 1856 to September 23, 1939) was an Austrian neurologist who developed psychoanalysis, a method through which an analyst unpacks unconscious conflicts based on the free associations, dreams and fantasies of the patient. His theories on child sexuality, libido and the ego, among other topics, were some of the most influential academic concepts of the 20th century – Amazon

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Another good book about Freud that I have read

Now a classic, this book was hailed upon its original publication in 1959 as “An event to be acclaimed . . . a book of genuine brilliance on Freud’s cultural importance . . . a permanently valuable contribution to the human sciences.”—Alastair MacIntyre, Manchester Guardian – Amazon

Reviews of Freud: The Mind of the Moralist

“This remarkably subtle and substantial book, with its nicely ordered sequences of skilled dissections and refined appraisals, is one of those rare products of profound analytic thought. . . . The author weighs each major article of the psychoanalytic canon in the scales of his sensitive understanding, then gives a superbly balanced judgement.”—Henry A. Murray, American Sociological Review

“Rieff’s tremendous scholarship and rich reflections fill his pages with memorable treasures.”—Robert W. White, Scientific American

“Philip Rieff’s book is a brilliant and beautifully reasoned example of what Freud’s influence has really been: an increasing intellectual vigilance about human nature. . . . What the analyst does for the patient—present the terms for his new choices as a human being—Mr. Rieff does in respect to the cultural significance of Freudianism. His style has the same closeness, the same undertone of hypertense alertness. Again and again he makes brilliant points.”—Alfred Kazin, The Reporter


REMEMBERING THE SEPTEMBER 11 2001 ATTACK TWENTY YEARS LATER


I walked downtown to see the towers for  the first time in nearly 10 years only 3 days days before the September 11, 2001 attack. I was drawn to the towers on that day, for some reason. While I was there I visited the Borders Bookstore located on the ground level of 5 World Trade Center.

I was astonished when I saw the buildings collapse only a few days later.

The New York City skyline will never be the same without the “Twin Towers” located at 4 World Trade Center.

 


 

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The Invisible Crime “Illegal Microchip Implants and Their Use Against Humanity” – Kindle edition by Michael F. Bell. Professional & Technical Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.Author, Michael Fitzhugh Bell is drugged, abducted, raped, and surgically implanted with illegal microchip implants; all done without his knowledge or consent. Michael is tracked, stalked, and tortured, 24/7—and physically burned remotely with directed energy weapons which most people don’t even know exist. His every thought and feeling is being read in real time by his perpetrators via GPS and current cellular satellite systems, making him, quite literally, a human piñata. Michael must prove his crime to the police and a judge before his attackers erase his memories and murder him.
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Everything You Need to Know But Have Never Been Told By David Icke – Kindle edition by David Icke. Politics & Social Sciences Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com. https://amzn.to/2VVMZJI

 

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‘The Matrix Resurrections’ Stuns With First Trailer – The Hollywood Reporter

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DUNBAR


The author of this book, Edward St Aubyn, is a genius!


 

 

A reimagining of one of Shakespeare’s most well-read tragedies, by the contemporary, critically acclaimed master of domestic drama

Henry Dunbar, the once all-powerful head of a global media corporation, is not having a good day. In his dotage he hands over care of the corporation to his two eldest daughters, Abby and Megan, but as relations sour he starts to doubt the wisdom of past decisions.

Now imprisoned in Meadowmeade, an upscale sanatorium in rural England, with only a demented alcoholic comedian as company, Dunbar starts planning his escape. As he flees into the hills, his family is hot on his heels. But who will find him first, his beloved youngest daughter, Florence, or the tigresses Abby and Megan, so keen to divest him of his estate?

Edward St Aubyn is renowned for his masterwork, the five Melrose novels, which dissect with savage and beautiful precision the agonies of family life. His take on King Lear, Shakespeare’s most devastating family story, is an excoriating novel for and of our times – an examination of power, money and the value of forgiveness.– AMAZON

 

THE JASONS


I sent an email to the author of this book, Ann Finkbeiner, asking her who had been the original Jason.

She wrote back, saying that there never had been a person named Jason.


 

The Jasons: The Secret History of Science’s Postwar Elite

by Ann Finkbeiner

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“I MEAN, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” HE ASKS…

 

Below, an excerpt taken from the book, Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis.  (Ch. 5, p.450-455)  This material may be protected by copyright.

A door slams shut behind me, two pairs of hands grab my shoulders and I’m shoved into a chair, and under the fuzzy haze of a black light, silhouettes and shadows come into focus: Damien’s goons (Duke but not Digby, who was recast after we shot yesterday’s breakfast) and Juan, the afternoon doorman at Alison’s building on the Upper East Side, and as the lights get brighter Damien appears and he’s smoking a Partagas Perfecto cigar and wearing skintight jeans, a vest with bold optical patterns, a shirt with starburst designs, a long Armani overcoat, motorcycle boots, and his hands—grabbing my sore face, squeezing it—are like ice and kind of soothing until he pushes my head back trying to snap my neck, but one of the goons—maybe Duke—pulls him away and Damien’s making noises that sound like chanting and one of the mirror balls that used to hang above the dance floor lies shattered in a corner, confetti scattered around it in tall piles.
“That was a particularly hellish greeting,” I say, trying to maintain my composure once Damien lets go.
Damien’s not listening. He keeps pacing the room, making the chanting noises, and[…]”

“I’m thinking, Jesus, the zeitgeist’s in limbo.”
I don’t say anything. Damien spits on me, then grabs my face, smearing his saliva all over my nose, my cheeks, reopening a wound on my mouth where Hurley hit me.
“How do you feel, Victor?” he’s asking. “How do you feel this morning?”
“I feel very … funny,” I say, guessing, pulling back. “I feel very … unhip?”
“You look the part,” Damien sneers, livid, ready to pounce, the veins in his neck and forehead bulging, grasping my face so tightly that when I yell out the sounds coming from my mouth are muffled and my vision blurs over and he abruptly lets go, pacing again.
“Haven’t you ever come to a point in your life where you’ve said to yourself: Hey, this isn’t right?”
I don’t say anything, just continue sucking in air.
“I guess it’s beside the point to tell you you’re fired.”
I nod, don’t say anything, have no idea what kind of expression is on my face.
“I mean, what do you think you are?” he asks, baffled. “A reliable sales tool? Let’s just put it this way, Victor: I’m not too thrilled by your value system.”
I nod[…]”

“Please continue, O Wise One,” I groan, rolling my eyes. “Fucking spare me, man.”
He smacks me across the head, then he does it again, and when he does it a third time I wonder if that third slap was in the script, and finally Duke pulls Damien back.
“I may park wherever I feel like it, Victor,” he growls, “but I also pay the fucking tickets.”
Damien breaks free from Duke and grabs my cheek at the place Hurley’s fist struck and twists it upward between two fingers until I’m shouting out for him to stop, reaching up to pull his hand away, but when he lets go I just fall back, limp, rubbing my face.
“I’m just like …” I’m trying to catch my breath. “I’m just like … trying to fit this into … perspective,” I choke, slipping helplessly into tears.
Damien slaps my face again. “Hey, look at me.”
“Man, you’re shooting from the hip.” I’m panting, delirious. “I admire that, man.” I take in air, gasping. “I go to jail, right? I go directly to jail?”  

 

 


 

‘You know you That B—- when cause all this conversation…’ — Beyoncé


I was thinking about the B Word recently…the use of it in this song is…interesting to say the least.


Formation

…Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation
You know you That Bitch you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper

 

 

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