#kate gompert

me: get your greasy orbs off the redhead shes dyke and meant to save gompert by eating her out

That dead-eyed anhedonia is but a remora on the ventral flank of the true predator, the Great White Shark of pain. Authorities term this condition clinical depression or involutional depression or unipolar dysphoria. Instead of just an incapacity for feeling, a deadening of soul, the predator-grade depression Kate Gompert always feels as she Withdraws from secret marijuana is itself a feeling. It goes by many names—anguish, despair, torment, or q.v. Burton's melancholia or Yevtuschenko's more authoritative psychotic depression—but Kate Gompert, down in the trenches with the thing itself, knows it simply as It.

It is a level of psychic pain wholly incompatible with human life as we know it. It is a sense of radical and thoroughgoing evil not just as a feature but as the essence of conscious existence. It is a sense of poisoning that pervades the self at the self's most elementary levels. It is a nausea of the cells and soul. It is an unnumb intuition in which the world is fully rich and animate and un-map-like and also thoroughly painful and malignant and antagonistic to the self, which depressed self It billows on and coagulates around and wraps in Its black folds and absorbs into Itself, so that an almost mystical unity is achieved with a world every constituent of which means painful harm to the self. Its emotional character, the feeling Gompert describes It as, is probably mostly indescribable except as a sort of double bind in which any/all of the alternatives we associate with human agency—sitting or standing, doing or resting, speaking or keeping silent, living or dying—are not just unpleasant but literally horrible.

It is also lonely on a level that cannot be conveyed. There is no way Kate Gompert could ever even begin to make someone else understand what clinical depression feels like, not even another person who is herself clinically depressed, because a person in such a state is incapable of empathy with any other living thing. This anhedonic Inability To Identify is also an integral part of It. If a person in physical pain has a hard time attending to anything except that pain, a clinically depressed person cannot even perceive any other person or thing as independent of the universal pain that is digesting her cell by cell. Everything is part of the problem, and there is no solution. It is a hell for one.

Mak-ruh-mey

-noun

an elaborately patterned lacelike webbing made of hand-knotted cord, yarn, or the like, and used for wall decorations, hanging baskets, garments, accessories, etc.

the technique or art of producing macramé.

—verb (used with object), mac·ra·méd or mac·ra·méed, mac·ra·mé·ing.

to make or produce using macramé: to macramé a wall hanging

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“Ruth van Cleve’s vinyl purse’s strap gave right away, but Kate Gompert’s thin but densely macramé’d [sic] strap held around her shoulder and she was pulled wrenchingly forward by the womanly apparition’s momentum as it tried to sprint up Prospect St., and the red hag-like figure was yanked wrenchingly back as the quality Filene’s all-cotton French-braidedly [sic] macramé’d [sic] purse-strap held, and Kate Gompert had got a whiff of something danker than the dankest municipal sewage and a glimpse of what looked like five-day facial growth on the hag’s face as street-tough Ruth van Cleve got a grip on his/her/its red leather coat, proclaiming the thief a son of a mafun ho [sic].”

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Este libro no relata tanto una historia, una sucesión de hechos; este libro te habla mas de personajes, de lo que sienten en determinados momentos, del inmenso vació que es su vida en una atmósfera plástica y superficial en la que los sentimientos son lo que menos importa.

LA BROMA INFINITA

The Moms has a link to Quebecois separatists (previously mentioned, would love to know more)

This scene with Kate Gompert is sad but her doctor cares more than any psych ward doctor I ever had cared

Is Kate the person who was supposed to get the pot for Erdedy? Probably not

Her addiction is definitely worse than his though

Note 32 is amusing, Pratchett-like