Bits and bobs

I have been a very bad blogger now routine and contentment has set in. But here are some tidbits.

L told me a wonderful story of a tramride, packed with people and she was standing close to a man, both of them reading. Instinctively, their bodies softened into each other, curved around each other while their minds roamed elsewhere, not surveiling their domain - and then at once, both realised and stiffened and broke this little knowing that our bodies always do, that they learn from birth, this instinctive outstretching that operates beneath mind.
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If Kerry Packer was famous for his grandiose psychosis, his ability to mould the world to his will, in the way that psychopaths and killers, those of lower class with similar brains, then perhaps the problem of violent crime is linked to inequality and class, and if education was brought into it, perhaps the violent would learn the subtler forms of violence and keeping score. Like CEOs, they would learn power truer than blood, the power of dominion without visible violence, a body beaten with muffled fists.

I wonder if an 'ism' like Communism or Fascism struck again, who would step forward to be our Stalins, our dictatorial class?

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Fear is the mind killer, fear is the little death. But the French say the same about orgasm, le petit morte. So following that logic, a heightened zen (for a further cultural mix) can be achieved through fearful orgasm or orgasmic fear. Think furtively masturbating when Mum's in the next room; making love au naturale with a syphilitic leper; dressing up as Osama bin Laden and visiting a Pauline Hanson Retrospective meeting.

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Riding home from dinner, wine and I'm acutely aware of the gangliness of my body and the speed at which the past becomes fixed. Awkwardness, the slight feeling of outsiderness - so alien, so foreign, when my body knows her as a lover once and could know her again so easily were it not for.