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M Sarki

Besides being a poet with four collections published, M Sarki is a painter, film maker, and photographer. He likes fine coffee and long walks. 

M Sarki has written, directed, and produced six short films titled Gnoman's Bois de Rose, Biscuits and Striola , The Tools of Migrant Hunters, My Father's Kitchen, GL, and Cropped Out 2010. More details to follow. Also the author of the feature film screenplay, Alphonso Bow.

Currently reading

L'Appart: The Delights and Disasters of Making My Paris Home
David Lebovitz
We Learn Nothing: Essays
Tim Kreider
Elmet: LONGLISTED FOR THE MAN BOOKER PRIZE 2017
Fiona Mozley
Limbo, and Other Places I Have Lived: Short Stories
Lily Tuck
The Double Life of Liliane
Lily Tuck
At Home with the Armadillo
Gary P. Nunn
American Witness: The Art and Life of Robert Frank
RJ Smith
Autumn
Karl Ove Knausgård, Ingvild Burkey, Vanessa Baird
Inside Out: A Personal History of Pink Floyd (Reading Edition)
Nick Mason
American Witness: The Art and Life of Robert Frank
J.R. Smith

Missing Out: In Praise of the Unlived Life

Missing Out: In Praise of the Unlived Life - Adam Phillips https://msarki.tumblr.com/post/154055211413/missing-out-in-praise-of-the-unlived-life-by-adam

…In my version of strong reading , the strong reader is trying to rediscover what he hates, and he is looking for clues about how he can get out of it.

The title alone is reason enough to read this interesting elegy. But unfortunately, drawing from the works by [a:William Shakespeare|947|William Shakespeare|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1424313573p2/947.jpg], [a:Sigmund Freud|10017|Sigmund Freud|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1406688955p2/10017.jpg], [a:Henry James|159|Henry James|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1468309415p2/159.jpg], and Winnicott failed to buy me out, even though the liberal offerings regarding the clinical experience of Adam Phillips did provide enough grist for me to chew on religiously. As with any book of substance there were quotes aplenty for my pen to pilfer from his text. And in many cases the author’s own words are more sufficient and worthy than any lousy review.

Without frustration there can be no satisfaction. Frustration that is unrecognized, unrepresented, cannot be met or even acknowledged; addiction is always an addiction to frustration (addiction is unformulated frustration, frustration too simply met).

Thought is what makes frustration bearable, and frustration makes thought possible. Thinking modifies frustration, rather than evading it, by being a means by which we can go from feeling frustrated to figuring out what to do about it, and doing it; what Freud called ‘trial action in thought’ — and what we might call imagination — leading to real action in reality…thinking is the link, the bridge, and not an end in itself…failures of imagination would be the unwillingness to bear with frustration…And reality matters because it is the only thing that can satisfy us…But the quest for satisfaction begins and ends with frustration; it is prompted by frustration, by the dawning of need, and it ends with the frustration of never getting exactly what one wanted…

How do you know what your desire is? It is that which makes you feel guilty when you betray it; not when when you betray someone else, but when you betray yourself; indeed, for Lacan self-betrayal, the self-betrayal of giving up on one’s desire, is the source of guilt. We suffer from failures of ruthlessness…There is no satisfaction without an initiating frustration; and so there is no satisfaction that is not preceded — and to some extent pre-empted — by a wished-for fantasy of satisfaction…