Tuesday 28 March 2017
MELBOURNE REAL ESTATE: from what i can see, in melbourne, you can buy a nice 2 bedroom 1 bathroom rat house for only $2 million dollars...but who would want to do that? It is still a rat house, and no matter how busy you are making connections and interacting with folk and what is that other word for it..., that 'making important contact' word that eludes me...well, that word anyway...that word that blurs the line between being a human being and being an absolute self serving narcissist cunt...what is that word? ...hang on... ah, that's it...Networking...and all that, after you've eaten out at some Tibetan-Thai cafe, you still have to come home to a rat house...and a fucking tiny dirty noisy rat house at that. Melbourne real estate is not a price bubble, its a rat bubble.
To Ossify a Poem: Now, ossifying can only be done by the living poet themselves, when they take the poem, over the years of word changes etc, and set it for good. Then it has bones, then you can see if it stands up...and that's not up to you at all. That's up to it. by that time you have basically nothing to do with it. the ting with poems is that you write the poem and it is only from the poem that the poet emerges...if at all. we think that artists paint pictures, but it is the pictures that project the artist into a short reality....not the other way round at all.The artist is the projection, and they're usually terrible messy folk and don't last long, that's for sure...same with the good poets. It isnt a long or well paid gig at all, at all. that's the thing...the poem, the painting...it has to be equal to life, but not life...and this involves a certain payment...and it is in the payment that an artist can briefly emerge, but never for long.
new job palliative care
New job in 'end of life' care starts 24 April, in the Year of Our Lord, 2017...when I'll be putting on the tie...again. It will be a green tie.
Teaching them doctors and nurses about the elegant and beautiful titrations of the opiates, and the associate gear...
Til then the mental health work with the addictions and psychosis etc is pretty good,
and I'll keep doin it a bit of mental health, even later on,
just as a break from the actual serious and difficult work of palliative care, to be sure...
Mental Health Work: The Addictions...etc...A day's paid holiday within every working week...
as for palliation, per se...of our terminal ills...
"If you're going to do the job well, it's best to stay away from the fentanyl and oxycodones, to be sure
stick wit Mother Morphia, and the few other Ms... its a natural and organic ting, and we do need it from time to time. Opium has been with us for so long now that we have evolved to have inbuilt lung and brain receptors exactly for it...and for nothing else that comes close.
That's why the good Lord gave Opium to us, in her wisdom.
You don't want people to be seeing those fentanyl rabbits too often or go through those oxycodone horror hours at all. You just want the person to feel okay, and still drive a car home if they want to. We are only here for awhile, you know, and the exit should be made as comfortable as the entry, after all, if we have evolved at all...and I doubt that. Still, if midwifery matters, then so does palliation...and just as dearly....We don't have to be so primitive and vicious to the dying any more. The righteous utility of that time has passed and has passed us by."
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