My poverty is not complete

 "My poverty is not complete: it lacks me."

~Antonio Porchia (1886-1968)

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Who is Robert Chance?

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(Or as the French poet Charles Peguy said, "It will never be known what acts of cowardice have been motivated by the fear of not looking sufficiently progressive.")

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“May your days be infinite music
and your nights eternal rest.”

~Madison Kerr

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Money, Music and Wild Magic:

www.geniuscatalyst.com/fearless.php

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 "Just as appetite comes by eating, so work brings inspiration,
if inspiration is not discernible at the beginning."

~Igor Stravinsky

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FOR THOSE THAT NEVER SING

I moved into coaching reluctantly.  I would give talks and the clients would ask me to stay an extra day after the talk and "coach" various individuals.

If I hadn't been coached myself by the ultimate coach I would be totally blind to what coaching could do.  Now I was just partially blind.

I knew one thing about coaching.  It would be two people talking.  Two people instead of one.  It would break the isolation.  That sense of isolation makes a person feels trapped in their own ego.  "People say we got it made," sang John Lennon.  "Don't they know we're so afraid?"  His song was called "Isolation."

Lennon's lyrics were often bold and brutal.  Especially after he left McCartney and did his primal scream therapy emerging with this musical vow that I myself vow as well, "No short haired yellow bellied son of tricky dick is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocketful of hope."  Never !  No way ever is that going to happen while I'm here.

Alas for those that never sing!  That's what Oliver Wendell Holmes said.  "Alas for those that never sing, but die with their music in them." 

When a guy like me dies with his music still in him it's a shock to the pathologist when he opens me up and the music is released.  All the attendants in the autopsy room back away from the body they have now dubbed "Pink Floyd."

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By the way, my book that so many people are upset by or loving (they write to me), you probably won't want because it is "motivational" in nature sort of, a meditation on personal cowardice (mostly mine, but my clients' best hits too) and it's called FEARLESS.

But I simply can't write pure Tolle or meditational bliss right now or maybe never because I have way too many clients turning to blubber and feathers with their spirituality and meditation and not living as Rumi did in both worlds ecstatically......

I think of the irrigation you did, when I try to remember you at your most alive...it was the landscape architecture rather than the duller bliss of meditation or dream....so I'm still an advocate for jumping into the world and creating something that takes you out of your comfort zone (I remember the tee shirts Kathy made at the party at your house .... I Left My Comfort Zone!)

But tell me if you agree about the irrigation?  Nabokov says this in Speak Memory: "It is certainly not then---not in dreams---but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits."

ps- This new book I'm writing is going to be a lark of reflections on the absurdities of my bio and how everything "tragic" was a greater blessing than any of the "good news" I ever received. Or rather it was hilariously equal. It will be done in madcap format because I believe a serious linear bio is just not supportable....it would be as if Bill Clinton wrote a book called Giving.  Alexander King is my role model for this...one's true life as purely comic material with dashes of inspiration in there like my friendship with you (as if any of my readers will ever be able to imagine having anything as good as that...they will hate their friends after reading about me and you.)

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Who is Robert Chance?

Comments

[Lula]

Punt 5 maakte ik mee in Londen, maar die man was haaemell verminkt en verbrand in zijn gezicht, had geen werk, etc. Dus ik had hem 2 pond gegeven, ik kon wel huilen, zo zielig zag die man eruit. En later nog een Ajaxfan in Londen! die had geen benen en die had dus ook geen werk. Hij had een broodmager hondje bij hem, dus die heb ik ook 5 pond gegeven! Maar in de Nederlandse trein? Nog nooit gezien!

[Mairo]

In helping you to unsndrtaed how to help us .. since you have stated elsewhere that it is difficult to find a sympathetic lawyer, then we are to represent ourselves in the civil suit? That is very unknown territory to me as much as I have been studying this subject, I have no idea how to make that my own, as you say.Except to watch and study your example. How long do you have to wait for your case date? And what complications would there be for me with co-signers? I assume their credit would take a hit also? (you got me mixed up with Marty)

[Richard Ingate]

Another Robert Chance book! Fantastic, Steve !