New Years Eve

Kaiser Hospital Vending Cafe in SF, CA

Sitting in the most empty vending cafe in the world I could use my taxi card to leave Kaiser and leave my wife once more to go home to continue to rehabilitate our home while my existential enemy, my in-law, the only child, the DAUGHTER, visits on the wettest day of another sad and strange year.. I told Judith last night near midnight I had no enemy in her Daughter but had a most fundamentally different view of the situation. Love is all you need. Trite in a debauched sense but the highest of human truths in another. No hospital or facility proffers love. Only home.

I went home at 11:00. Returned 2:30 and 2:45 only child arrives. It takes time to leave as I repack a bit and explain what I know. This is in a droll way the temp Nursing shift. “Hi. Hired Medical sent me for New Years quadruple overtime and bonus pay.’

Nursing roles. Explanations. And why this is so makes me laugh too loud and nauseated I return to childhood and a father sick in 1963 20 years of heart problems culminating in with death after surgery and my abandonment of really caring much more than helping my mother make it.

I am up today because on New Year's Eve a bit like moving out I finished first installment of revamping the studio home front and prepped for second installment to sway Kaiser.

I think 1/2 she is permitted to go home. We agreed to future surgery. Our consultation indicated her medical situation would be much worse without surgery. Risks are entailed. Not death. Or rarely. Or not. Who knows? Impairment is obvious. Does cutting her head open improve this really? 8 year old tumor - maybe, given last head MRI 8 years ago did not show it-does not shrink much using steroids in 5 days. No idea about 30 or 120 days of use.

I am completely critical paranoid and return to the previous America when alternative medicine was available and affordable. Low trust less bad or good choice with Allopathys

The existential play based on Rhinoceros as far as I know does not yet have my version circulating due to the fragmentary existence of fragments. However there is enough material to interest an audience. Possibly sickness and death create a loving reaction to 2022. Alvin Lee told us it's up to you.

Happy New Year and may your Sanity Linger until you ain't Sane no more but completely Surreal.

Leading up to 1924, two rival surrealist groups had formed. Each group claimed to be successors of a revolution launched by Guillaume Apollinaire. One group, led by Yvan Goll, consisted of Pierre Albert-Birot, Paul Dermée, Céline Arnauld, Francis Picabia, Tristan Tzara, Giuseppe Ungaretti, Pierre Reverdy, Marcel Arland, Joseph Delteil, Jean Painlevé and Robert Delaunay, among others.

The other group, led by Breton, included Louis Aragon, Robert Desnos, Paul Éluard, Jacques Baron, Jacques-André Boiffard, Jean Carrive, René Crevel and Georges Malkine, among others.

Yvan Goll published the Manifeste du surréalisme, 1 October 1924, in his first and only issue of Surréalisme[1] two weeks prior to the release of Breton's Manifeste du surréalisme, published by Éditions du Sagittaire, 15 October 1924.

Goll and Breton clashed openly, at one point literally fighting, at the Comédie des Champs-Élysées, over the rights to the term Surrealism. In the end, Breton won the battle through tactical and numerical superiority.

Though the quarrel over the anteriority of Surrealism concluded with the victory of Breton, the history of surrealism from that moment would remain marked by fractures, resignations, and resounding excommunications, with each surrealist having their own view of the issue and goals, and accepting more or less the definitions laid out by André Breton.