It is interesting to see more and more Substack writers referring to the Strauss & Howe book THE 4TH TURNING.
It is nice that less people believe we are heading toward the Apocalypse; but disturbing to see that so many are reconciled to the fact that the world we have known for nearly a century is about to be turned on its head.
I suppose we have reached the equivalent of 4th-stage cancer and we've already learned to accept it.
Excellent observation. The individual decides. One person rejects the diagnosed demise. Their stance is only do not know. I had a doctor in 2013 who diagnoses pancreatic tumor on the tail not very large involved in the second diagnosis of being diabetic as a result. Surgery or something other was the choice. I chose the other Always have. The other day after last review 3 years ago the doctor says the cancer has shrunk in size. No biopsy as well. Miracle or Right Reason I hold the human person able to get a best from the situation like Ramana Maharshi.
About 30 years ago, I picked up a copy of Mary Baker Eddy's SCIENCE AND HEALTH WITH KEY TO THE SCRIPTURES. It looked promising until I opened it. Norman Vincent Peale's THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING seems like the best medicine.
I agree. I worked with a very important member of the 1987 California Legislator. Head of Ways and Means. He recovered from open heart surgery. He asked well wishers to visualize scrubbing the plaque from his arteries and they did.. I met him as a student lobbyist and followed him for one day in the Capitol. 1987.
Ray writes about saving the US. I don't know if I can bring anything to this discussion other than say to smile at children and games in old age is wise. Whatever rules us is not the US government. We are selfs.. We make and unmake our way in the world outside our door but it can go away, it did during Covid. In China it still is. After hearing the news of the Soviet invasion of Poland on 17 September 1939, Witkacy committed suicide on 18 September by taking a drug overdose and trying to slit his wrists. He convinced Czesława to attempt suicide with him by consuming Luminal, but she survived.
A mysterious postscript to the life of virtuoso polymath Stanislaw Ignacy Witkiewicz (1885-1939, a.k.a. Witkacy) is to be dramatised in a film by Polish director Jacek Koprowicz. An accomplished artist, novelist, metaphysician, narcotics buff and groundbreaking dramatist, the scope of Witkacy’s genius was scarcely recognised in his own lifetime. But in a startling tale of death-defying postcards, disappearing dentures and a macabre case of mistaken identity, Witkacy continues to confound critics from beyond the grave.
Witkacy’s ideas often verge on prophecy: long before the outbreak of World War II he’d formulated his views on the decline of Western civilisation, in what he saw as the descent of modern life into a mechanised, insect existence that stifled creativity and denied the individual. His raucous plays unravel at breakneck speed, steeped in satire and utilizing the absurd so far as possible in an attempt to knock the spectator out of apathy, and reawaken the “metaphysical feeling of strangeness” that is the primordial condition of every human being. Insatiability, Witkacy’s literary magnum opus, is a profoundly dense novel, evoking an apocalyptic invasion from the east, in a world spinning ineluctably into a morose mass of anodyne complicity – with plenty of sex, drugs and metaphysical mayhem along the way. He parodied what he perceived as the death of art by establishing the “S. I. Witkiewicz Portrait Painting Firm,” and annotated his creations with symbols denoting periods of relative abstinence or indulgence in cocaine, mescaline, peyote, nicotine and alcohol.
His worst fears began to materialise in the political unrest that spread across Europe in the 1930s. When the Nazis invaded Poland on 1 September 1939, a worn, creatively drained Witkacy fled for the mountains of the east, and on learning that the Red Army were advancing from Russia, he committed suicide.
Bizarrely, this didn’t mark the end of his correspondence. From 1950 onwards a series of postcards, evidently penned by Witkacy, turned up at the homes of former loves, Zuza and later Czeslawa Okninska. Moreover, just after the war, Okninska – who had eloped with Witkacy at the time of his death – picked up his new and presumed redundant dentures. Rumours emerged that his suicide had been fabricated and that Witkacy was alive and well. By 1968, even the Polish security service had picked up on the anomaly and tried to exploit his apparent resurrection to cover up the suspicious-looking suicide of political writer Jerzy Zawieyski.
It was later revealed that before his flight from the Nazis, in a stroke of mischievous foresight, Witkacy disseminated a number of envelopes among his confidantes, and solemnly requested that on a specified future date they post the contents.
The director’s fascination with Witkacy was roused in 1988 when, in a long overdue gesture of recognition, the Polish government arranged to have Wikacy’s remains exhumed from their resting place in the Ukraine, transferred to Zakopane, and given a state funeral before being interred at the family tomb. Soon after, the ceremony was exposed as a farce: officials had been duped; the remains were in fact those of an unknown Ukrainian woman. In a seeming act of ultimate defiance, Witkacy finally gave the slip to those that would vainly endeavour to pin him down.
The film will be titled Mistyfikacja (Mystification) – a reference to Witkacy’s death being somehow a subterfuge, reports the Polish daily Gazeta Wyborcza. Koprowicz is keen to talk in terms of “mythic reality” and a “lack” of reliable evidence upon which he feels free to elaborate: exactly where the facts end and hypotheses begin remains unclear, and perhaps that’s the point. In the atmosphere of suppression and mutual suspicion that permeated the communist era, it’s not difficult to imagine how Witkacy’s extraordinary legacy might have tumbled into talk of full-blown resurrection.
It is interesting to see more and more Substack writers referring to the Strauss & Howe book THE 4TH TURNING.
It is nice that less people believe we are heading toward the Apocalypse; but disturbing to see that so many are reconciled to the fact that the world we have known for nearly a century is about to be turned on its head.
I suppose we have reached the equivalent of 4th-stage cancer and we've already learned to accept it.
Excellent observation. The individual decides. One person rejects the diagnosed demise. Their stance is only do not know. I had a doctor in 2013 who diagnoses pancreatic tumor on the tail not very large involved in the second diagnosis of being diabetic as a result. Surgery or something other was the choice. I chose the other Always have. The other day after last review 3 years ago the doctor says the cancer has shrunk in size. No biopsy as well. Miracle or Right Reason I hold the human person able to get a best from the situation like Ramana Maharshi.
About 30 years ago, I picked up a copy of Mary Baker Eddy's SCIENCE AND HEALTH WITH KEY TO THE SCRIPTURES. It looked promising until I opened it. Norman Vincent Peale's THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING seems like the best medicine.
I agree. I worked with a very important member of the 1987 California Legislator. Head of Ways and Means. He recovered from open heart surgery. He asked well wishers to visualize scrubbing the plaque from his arteries and they did.. I met him as a student lobbyist and followed him for one day in the Capitol. 1987.
Ray writes about saving the US. I don't know if I can bring anything to this discussion other than say to smile at children and games in old age is wise. Whatever rules us is not the US government. We are selfs.. We make and unmake our way in the world outside our door but it can go away, it did during Covid. In China it still is. After hearing the news of the Soviet invasion of Poland on 17 September 1939, Witkacy committed suicide on 18 September by taking a drug overdose and trying to slit his wrists. He convinced Czesława to attempt suicide with him by consuming Luminal, but she survived.
A mysterious postscript to the life of virtuoso polymath Stanislaw Ignacy Witkiewicz (1885-1939, a.k.a. Witkacy) is to be dramatised in a film by Polish director Jacek Koprowicz. An accomplished artist, novelist, metaphysician, narcotics buff and groundbreaking dramatist, the scope of Witkacy’s genius was scarcely recognised in his own lifetime. But in a startling tale of death-defying postcards, disappearing dentures and a macabre case of mistaken identity, Witkacy continues to confound critics from beyond the grave.
Witkacy’s ideas often verge on prophecy: long before the outbreak of World War II he’d formulated his views on the decline of Western civilisation, in what he saw as the descent of modern life into a mechanised, insect existence that stifled creativity and denied the individual. His raucous plays unravel at breakneck speed, steeped in satire and utilizing the absurd so far as possible in an attempt to knock the spectator out of apathy, and reawaken the “metaphysical feeling of strangeness” that is the primordial condition of every human being. Insatiability, Witkacy’s literary magnum opus, is a profoundly dense novel, evoking an apocalyptic invasion from the east, in a world spinning ineluctably into a morose mass of anodyne complicity – with plenty of sex, drugs and metaphysical mayhem along the way. He parodied what he perceived as the death of art by establishing the “S. I. Witkiewicz Portrait Painting Firm,” and annotated his creations with symbols denoting periods of relative abstinence or indulgence in cocaine, mescaline, peyote, nicotine and alcohol.
His worst fears began to materialise in the political unrest that spread across Europe in the 1930s. When the Nazis invaded Poland on 1 September 1939, a worn, creatively drained Witkacy fled for the mountains of the east, and on learning that the Red Army were advancing from Russia, he committed suicide.
Bizarrely, this didn’t mark the end of his correspondence. From 1950 onwards a series of postcards, evidently penned by Witkacy, turned up at the homes of former loves, Zuza and later Czeslawa Okninska. Moreover, just after the war, Okninska – who had eloped with Witkacy at the time of his death – picked up his new and presumed redundant dentures. Rumours emerged that his suicide had been fabricated and that Witkacy was alive and well. By 1968, even the Polish security service had picked up on the anomaly and tried to exploit his apparent resurrection to cover up the suspicious-looking suicide of political writer Jerzy Zawieyski.
It was later revealed that before his flight from the Nazis, in a stroke of mischievous foresight, Witkacy disseminated a number of envelopes among his confidantes, and solemnly requested that on a specified future date they post the contents.
The director’s fascination with Witkacy was roused in 1988 when, in a long overdue gesture of recognition, the Polish government arranged to have Wikacy’s remains exhumed from their resting place in the Ukraine, transferred to Zakopane, and given a state funeral before being interred at the family tomb. Soon after, the ceremony was exposed as a farce: officials had been duped; the remains were in fact those of an unknown Ukrainian woman. In a seeming act of ultimate defiance, Witkacy finally gave the slip to those that would vainly endeavour to pin him down.
The film will be titled Mistyfikacja (Mystification) – a reference to Witkacy’s death being somehow a subterfuge, reports the Polish daily Gazeta Wyborcza. Koprowicz is keen to talk in terms of “mythic reality” and a “lack” of reliable evidence upon which he feels free to elaborate: exactly where the facts end and hypotheses begin remains unclear, and perhaps that’s the point. In the atmosphere of suppression and mutual suspicion that permeated the communist era, it’s not difficult to imagine how Witkacy’s extraordinary legacy might have tumbled into talk of full-blown resurrection.
Can the US be saved?
https://rayhorvaththesource.substack.com/p/how-could-you-save-america-in-2022
Is the "Say Nothing" idea for when under interrogation or because of the spies.
Saves sanity.