入夏

5/2 1:31 AM, warm night, stray dogs, not far away, barking, in the hills, unusual, been away, for quite a while, joyce slochower, psychoanalytic collisions, chapter 8, about winnicott and khan, mainly, speculative, based on w's unpublished letters, and k's work books, the damaging k obviously needed more than a mother, good enough or not, which taught us that, there is something mother alone cannot save, well, that's when the father should enter the stage, isn't it, slochower may be among the rare relationals who are familiar with winnicott, in this book, 2e, 2014, wondering how she regards klein, mentioning projective identification once only, strangely, isn't it, since pi is collision per se, such darkness chills all naive good Samaritans, that day, 4/29, when i said, the relational psychoanalysis was like thick woods, it means exactly, thick woods, since no charismatic leader leads them, no one has the last words, and each of them grew into a full-sized tree, not thwarted by the shadow of the huge one, and, thick, because not pre-planned and tidy, this is the difficulty adrienne harris (2011) met with, when she tried to explicate the intricacies, among the trees, which apparently disagree with one another, the barking, ceased, for a while, by now, 5/5 12:09 AM,  立夏, a few fragments, to enjoy myself, mainly, incomplete, i know, should take notes of elizabeth spillius, her pi: the fate of a concept; and encounters with klein, especially "in the melanie klein's archives"; should takes notes of traumatic ruptures, robin deutsch, for which muriel dimen wrote a memorable foreword; smell like dogs, i was told, why not, since i sleep with dogs, 3 dogs, in fact; not interested in joining the herd, which is called human race, sounds like a whore house,