W. Kandinsky: "There are no 'musts' in art." T.S. Eliot: "There is no freedom in art." Dostoievski character, after the ancient Middle East epigram: "Everything is permitted." (R-rated weblog. Since one has been advised there is no Literature anymore, or even literature, only writing, one proceeds on the premise that this weblog qualifies as not-meaningless, since it is, or appears to be, a form of "writing." Image: Banksy.)
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
At the Track
The autobiography of the compulsive gamler is gripping; he worked in New York, in the 1950s, a block away from where I worked in the Chrysler Building in the 1970s; tells the joke of the horseplayer who said he felt lucky to break even, because he needed the money. And I had to laugh when he wrote about betting on horses that "owed him," i.e., horses on whom he had bet and lost in the past, on which he would bet again.
Posted by Richard McNally at 12:17 AM
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I know a compulsive gambler, if you would like to speak with her. Of course, she wouldn't say she is one, which makes it all the more interesting. Also, might I suggest attending a Gambler's Anonymous meeting. You would not be permitted to write what you hear, but it may give you some insight into the compulsion of the game. Google it online and you'll have a place to find meetings in your area.
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