Homes Tuesday, May 15 1962

When a diligent effort has been paid to a certain long-term, laborious venture, it is not surprising that its completement is often met with a type of Weltschmerz . A task, no matter how mundane or how belabored, gives purposeful direction to one's self-concept and prevents certain desultory idleness. The merit of self-esteem is directly proportional to the absence of aimless misconduct in one's life.

Writing a monograph; composing a paintature; programming for the screenviewer; completing an effigy: all of these require intense investment, in the measure of time as well as affective energies employed. When the bust has finally been showne at the local gallery, or the effigy finally set ablaze, the author is left de-pregnated, like a mother in the throes of postpartum dysthymia. The child has been released and is no longer requiring of care, and all the purpose and self-stimulating dimensions of the projectwork have abandoned the author who is now wanton, distracted, and lacking in soporific support.

What solution dost this problematic present? I have witnessed various attempts to counteract the tendencies of accomplishment-induced ennui. One effective tactic is to start numerous other assays; building a new homestead is a good example. Enumerating the arcane writing tendencies of the various alphabets is another. Whatever the decided undertaking, be advised: quickly replace the feelings of self-worth that were directed towards by successful completion with alternative focus and persistent usefulness. A second approach is to wallow in self-abandon, recklessly giving the self up to the whims of the screenviewer or the self-touch. A satiating diet of potations, cigarette-water, and freeze-dried cultured-milk saltsnacks is particularly pleasing here. A third and final solution is to find new esteem within (the self) and without (the need for exterior endorsement), and this is the most healthful but also the most toilsome of the approaches. Often requiring the aid of superstitious long-haireds or therapeutic agitations, it becomes, paradoxically, a project in its own right.

-H.E. Homes