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Date: Fri, 29 Aug 1997 08:42:28 +0000
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From: Fatima Michelle Vieuchanger <fmv@Findhorn.ORG>
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To: Richard Alan Holeton <holeton@stanford.EDU>
Subject: Figurski and
Fatima Michelle Vieuchanger at
Findhorn on
Acid with
Rosellini's 1737 Mechanical Pig
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Richard,
re: re:
>>...taking drugs, as you insist we do frequently...
>...readers may be torn between resisting and admiring your resourcefulness.... flexibility regarding the extent to which you are constrained... you are always free to take as much or as little of it as you choose...
Who are you, may I ask, to be speaking for the reader etc.? Perhaps you're some kind of control freak. Might you try trusting yourself more to just go with the flow, to follow something all the way to its conclusion? Consider the extent to which elaborate constraints are just a trick to fence in your feelings, to ensure that you don't have to explore anything in real depth? Take me, for example: whenever I start to break out in some direction and do or think something original, it feels like I hit those walls. A person might ask herself, What the hell am I doing dropping acid and chasing pigs with two bizarre men in Scotland!
One place you've nailed me, though -- there's something about that damned Rosellini. A one of a kind? A work of art, to be sure. I feel for some reason that I must have it. If I could get it back again, I might write the great postmodern shaggy dog story for the 1990s. Only *this* story would be true! :)
