Hello, Erik! Thank you for sharing the lovely photos of you and your family. It's good to see a grin on your face along with the silly 2019 glasses. I think of you often -- not as a scholar and teacher, as many do, but as a fiddle player. I have a fond memory of you playing your fiddle at a gathering at your house several years ago. I hope you're listening to music now, as it can bring great joy. I send warm wishes for courage and a calm heart.
Charlotte
I just learned of your situation from Jennie Brand. Your strong spirit and deep humanity show through in your comments, another chapter in your contribution to the world.
Hi Erik, happy new year to all of you! Everyone in the academic community here in Argentina whishes you the best. I was at a meeting of the class analysis community recently and all professors and students have the greatest memories of your visit. Everyone asked me to tell you that you are much loved here and we expect that you will get better and come back for your 4th visit here. I promise to organize a visit to Usuhaia, which you wanted to visit your previous time here to give the farest south real utopias lecture in record! Abrazo.
Birth is the starting point of passion.
Passion is the beginning of death.
How can you turn back from birth?
How can you say no to passion?
How can you bid death hold off?
And if thoughts come and hold you
And if dreams step in and shake your bones
What can you do but take them and make them
______more of your own?
______Of course, a nickel is a nickel,
______and a dime is a dime--sure--
______we learned that--
______why mention it now?
______of course, steel is steel;
______and a hammer is a hammer;
And a thought, a dream, is more than a name,
______a number, a fixed point.
Walk in a midnight fog now and say to it: Tell
______me your number and I'll tell mine.
Salute one morning sun falling on a river ribbon
______of mist and tell it: My number is such-and-
______such--what's yours?
Of what is fog the starting point?
Of what is the red sun the beginning?
Long ago--as now--little men and women knew in
______their bones the singing and the aching of
______these stumbling questions.
Charlotte