Conorthoughts

A desire

Hatred and anger, rage even. Now, at last, I have themes, I hope, or starting-points.

I have been intending for a few years to have a serious go at Spinoza's Ethics. I thought that I would need to begin at the beginning, Part I, on God, but now think that Part III, on the affects, may do it.

My anger, how can I be, if not its master, its more than equal? Can you help me, Baruch de Spinoza? I am in need of a leg up.

I will have to wait until I get home, though. I am with Paul and his family in Holland, and I haven't seen a copy in the house here. 

Avoid

(This is a continuation of my previous post.)

... end up buying a fountain pen and black ink, breaking the glass on one of the small paintings by Georges Bataille in the exhibition and writing on it 'To the memory of Carl Einstein', in German or French. On the painting, not the glass. To avoid this intervention, I will not write about the show until it closes, and if I can't write about it then with humour, the men in the white coats ...

Angry

There was a bravado in my last posts on the exhibition at the Hayward. The truth is that I am so angry about the show that I cannot write about it, cannot write about anything. If I did I fear I would ...