mostly my nostalgic and frequently puerile reflections on old movies, music and whatever pops from the recesses of memory....i have detailed memory of the oddest and more insignificant details.......these memories codify and indelibly emboss the past into my portrait of the future.......and a bit queer, to boot!
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Psychoanalytical films from the early 1960's seem to abound recently on TV and YouTube...... I just watched the Joan Crawford vehicle, AUTUMN LEAVES, that launched Cliff Robertson to stardom......and SHOCK CORRIDOR, in which a writer does research in a mental hospital.....Slews of head-shrinking films hit the screens on the heels of DAVID AND LISA and LILITH and SUDDENLY, LAST SUMMER.......motivating me, still in my teens, to aspire to be a Psychiatrist, after my subsequent reading of Freud's INTERPRETATION OF DREAMS.......
pragmatic sensualist, motivated by really deep instincts, actualized by willful imaginings and perpetuated by other's desires. Abstract, yet clear in purpose, honest, but abstruse, my moods change like winds and water with my confidences, and when ungrounded, i am both guarded and vulnerable, leaning, in darkness, to the Light, nurtured by instinctual feelings arising from a deep gene pool.
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