Category: Journal

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Nostalgia

I’ve been cleaning out the attic

Found envelopes full of stamps my father saved for me. And photos of course. So many people from eras past.

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Playing with AI & Poetry

This poem by Joyce Kilmer came to mind.  It led to the prompt to the AI and the result…  I then edited the hell out of it. Leading to a little poem ‘I see a rose’

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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Write a simple poem about poetry using nature as a metaphor.

A rose by the side of the road
Is all it takes to make me feel whole
All the colors and scents
Nature has to offer
Take me away to a place where I can be free
And the world is my oyster

This is what poetry does for me
It takes me away to a better place
And fills me with hope and beauty
When I am surrounded by nature
I feel at peace, and everything makes perfect sense

Thank you, dear poet, for giving me this gift
For opening my eyes and my heart
And transport me to a world of your own

Where the only thing that matters
Are the words that we write
And the feelings they inspire

 

I see a rose

I see a rose
& I feel whole.

Your words invite
my heart to open,
thank you.

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Jottings

I’ve updated my writing page and moved it to https://www.walterlogeman.com/writing

Reflecting on my work – some of it going back to 1993.

I’m not so obsessed with the internet as I was in the 1990s. I still think the psyche is created through various creative acts such as naming, writing theorising and managing the medium. The psyche evolves. I’d be happy to call it culture, zeitgeist. I think this  creativity goes beyond cyberspace. Marx created a bunch of concepts that fit. We can invent fiction and we also invent non-fiction but it has to relate to the real, to fit, to resonate. to enable.

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I learned about hyperstition today

Podcast Youtube 

The K-Files: Who’s Pulling Your Strings? featuring Amy Ireland

(I will watch this https://vimeo.com/ondemand/hyperstition/167803565)

Truth is Science is Fiction.
HYPERSTITION
a film by Christopher Roth
in collaboration with Armen Avanessian

More here:

https://www.full-stop.net/2020/10/21/features/essays/macon-holt/hyperstitional-theory-fiction.

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Archetypes

Hermes rules the internet – he pulls the strings – but he can’t pull them all — but no one can.

And who rules the world? Mammon?

Who is the angel of history?

https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Angelus_Novus

It’s like naming a theme in a group. I concretised a discussion by drawing a line on the stage. A fine line between moaning and denial. It resonated.

Does the Angelus Novus resonate with some sort of reality?

Is “relations of production” an angel? who is that entity pulling the strings?

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The meaning of INTERSTITIAL is occurring in or being an interval or intervening space or segment : of, relating to, or forming an interstice.

interstition
An interstice or interstitium; an interstitial space. Middle English. Noun. interstition. an intervening period …

  • Hyperstition
  • Superstition
  • Interstition

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I heard this in the K-Files podcast as well:

  • Inspire
  • Conspire

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Materialism is a description of relationships

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Walter & Kate Personal Development Psychodrama Group

Kate and I conducted a regular Thursday evening psychodrama group. We have created a free online group since the pandemic to ‘hold the space’. I sent out a reminder for the event at 4:00 today and I thought I’d put it here on the blog. Part of my ‘Journal’ and also, for those in Christchurch who might like to join.

Here is the email

Continue reading “Walter & Kate Personal Development Psychodrama Group”

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2021 – Ten highlights of a hard year.  In photos.

Ten highlights of a hard year.  In photos.

1. I posted here every month and looking over the posts I see how much I enjoy doing that, especially images.

Easy to repeat a few favourites:

The above are all my efforts, and here is one from a solo tramping trip up the Hope river that was also a highlight:

2. Tramping the Routeburn with Kate

And we went on to do the East Matuki

3. Painting with grandchildren:

 

 

4. Couple therapy Training

5. Theatre of Spontaneity at the Quakers

6. Journal Writing

7. Getting a new cat. Tom.

 

8. Writing an article for the Journal

https://aanzpa.org/wp-content/uploads/AANZPA2021WEB-0721Logeman.pdf

9. Biology Expeditions with Grandchildren

 

 

 

10.  Warming up to a lifestyle transition

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Identity – personal reflections

I had an insight this week. Its profound, though it will sound like a cliche. I’m not a cliche.

I’ve been sick. That knocked me down a peg. Two weeks of virus. Not covid, got tested. But the feelings that went with the flu were bigger than I used to have with a bug like that. Age. I’m 77. That means the question “Will this flu ever end?” wakes me up, my health is more fragile than it has been, anything can happen. Covid. This year I had psychodrama events planned all over the calendar, and also events with colleagues. In the second half of the year, nothing. Everything cancelled. That was 2021, 2020 was worse. Add this: bypass surgery in March 2020, has taken a toll. In unexpected ways, the surgery worked well, but sleep problems with restless legs creeps in deep every night (pills help). Ah, pills also impact my mood. And the recovery took a long time… perhaps its ongoing. The recovery impacted my relationship with Kate. We grappled with our relationship this year. Successfully. And the outcome is that Kate has leapt into a new phase of self loving. I’m good, but the process has shaken me. We are in a transition: looking for a place where she can live with her horses and her need for rural spaciousness is satisfied. Selling and buying. Loss and adventure. Transition. In 2019 I retired from 50 years of work as a psychotherapist. That means before 2020 came I was already in in a life transition. One that was not processed when the heart attack came along. A retirement transition. Ongoing.

So here is the insight:

A flood of life changes impacts identity.

A sense of identity is built on some things that don’t change. A change here or there can be worked through. Too many and something can break. A fracture in the identity container is a stress.

So now I am falling. Surrendering. Surfing a decline. Perhaps I’ll learn to fly? Maybe there is a landing place?

Those notions are from a poem Kate got from her mother:

“When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown; faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on, or you’ll be taught how to fly.”

I lack the faith.

But the fall is ok.

 

 

 

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The smell of ebooks

I love the smell of ebooks!  I collect them.  I highlight bits.  I pop bits into this blog. I have mostly Epub or Kindle versions.  I convert Kobi to epub  I find audio versions. All that is a form of sniffing!

Lately I have been delighted by Readwise.  They found all my highlights and let me review them a few every few days.  They also import them to Obsidian.  

Where they look like this:

 

The real treat is this: The Next Chapter of Readwise: Our Own Reading App

I’m on the list and I can’t wait!

If you like the smell of books you will get in the queue.

This post is one in the long tradition here of looking at the psyche in cyberspace, this Reader is a revolution in the psyche.

 

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