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Robert Matthew Goldstein

I'm a writer and amateur photographer who lives in San Francisco. I enjoy good conversation, history, technology and learning new skills. I have strong political views, a lifelong interest in literature, poetry, and social justice.

There are Worse Delusions Than Me Out There

I’m convinced Robert has no end to his imagination and vocabulary. Hugs M

Art by Rob Goldstein

There are worse delusions than me out there.

A digital painting based on an avatar in virtual reality of a young man flying a hover-board There are Worse Delusions than me out there

I don’t incite armed racists to kill innocent people to distract the press from crimes I would never commit.

A digital painting based on an avatar in virtual reality flying a hover-board I don’t incite armed racists to kill people to distract from crimes I would never commit

I don’t think blowing up the world is better than letting people who are different from me live their lives.

A digital painting based on an avatar in virtual reality flying a hover-board I don’t think blowing up the world is better than letting people who are different from me live their lives.

At my worst I wouldn’t vote to starve children.

A digital painting based on an avatar in virtual reality flying a hover-board At my worst I wouldn’t vote to starve children.

Plus, I’m fun

A digital painting based on an avatar in virtual reality flying a hover-board Plus I’m Fun



I hope you enjoy this fun little cover of ‘Blackbird’ as much as I do.

It’s remixed with Garageband and text-to-speech vocals

It cracks me up.

Beatles – Blackbird (Trance mix)
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Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: An Affair

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Art by Rob Goldstein

1.

Footsteps: an affair.

“You’re late.” says Felique.

“Ten minutes.” Marcy replies.

“I cannot kiss on an empty stomach.” Felique orders à la carte
and gazes fearfully into Marcy’s eyes.

“What bothers you my little bon-bon?”

“Nothing, Mon cher. Try these snails.”

Yet the fear remains…

“Oh Marcy!” Felique feels suddenly silly, “Will I die if I make
love to you?”

Marcy giggles, “Only If you forget to breath!”

Tragedy replaces the fear in Felique’s eyes . “Breathing reminds me
of my mother.”

“Is your Mother still alive, dear Felique?”

“I was ten. Mother chased some wild geese and drowned in the Seine. This is why my love for you is so painful. Everything reminds me of Mother, which makes me cry. Oh my poor stupid Mother!”

2.

Felique sobbed as they hopped the E Train for Harlem; she sobbed for
her poor Mother.

Fellique turned to Marcy, her face…

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Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: Farewell my Raisin D’etre!

Robert has a new story going, I like the dark nature already. M

Art by Rob Goldstein

Marcy awakens the next morning and Felique is gone.

On the mirror, scrawled in lipstick: Farewell my raisin d’être!

Behind the message Marcy’s reflection bubbles and is slowly
replaced by the face of a hag.

“Who are you!” demands the Hag.

Illustration of the 'Hag' based on a photograph of a paste up on Valencia Street in San Francisco The male gods are titillated but not amused

“I am Marcy Bloomingdale of Queens, New York.”

“No! You are Persephone, ex-wife of Hades!”

Marcy rolls her eyes, “What he want?”

“The male gods are titillated but not amused by your lesbian ways. They take revenge on you by unleashing your love’s late Mother for she cannot bear to see her daughter happy. Felique is her hostage in the Underworld.”

“By the gods,” Persephone, alias Marcy Bloomingdale of Queens, New York exclaims, “How can I retrieve her!”

The image of the Hag begins to vanish, “You must seek the mercy of Hades…You must return to the Underworld…”

To be continued…

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DID: Thoughts on Recovery

Art by Rob Goldstein

As an adult survivor of physical and psychological abuse, many of my struggles are with internalized negative messages about my worth as a person.

I win more often than not, but mastering the illness takes patience,
energy, skill and a good therapist.

Without a federally funded program like Medicare, I would live at the
mercy of my symptoms.

Access to effective treatment has almost made me well enough to
return to work.

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness: these three unalienable rights
require equal access to essential services for all citizens.

Healthcare is a human right, not a privilege of the rich.

Citizens of advanced democracies do not live at the mercy of a corrupt élite.

Tell the GOP to vote no on Trumpcare.

The phone number of the congressional switchboard: 202-224-3121 Tell the GOP to vote NO on Trumpcare!

Congressional phone numbers found on Twitter.

Image (c) Rob Goldstein 2016 All Rights Reserved

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Mental Illness: The Rising Storm

Art by Rob Goldstein

On October 4th, 2001 experts at the WHO (World Health Organization) estimated that 450 million people were currently suffering from some kind of mental illness across the planet. This was accompanied by a disturbing theory that 25% of the world’s population would at some point in their lives, be affected by mental illness [These results were gathered using WMH-CIDI criteria used by trained lay investigators] .

As humans in a modern society we often go to great lengths to (at least in theory) take care of ourselves. So we have, in most parts of the world, a well developed (or at least developing) health care system and the treatment of physical ailments, diseases, and injury. All of which is continuously monitored and reported, all $6.5 trillion of it. Why add this tid-bit of info? Let’s do a bit of a comparison shall we?

When it comes to mental health care…

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The Americas

Speaking the truth of the times. M

Art by Rob Goldstein

Carlos Santana – Maria, Maria
Community Audio
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Mr. Anguish

Robert’s passion for art runs as deep as the words from his soul. M

Art by Rob Goldstein

An

alliance

of exotic

oils

lulls me

to heat:

waxy,

pointillist,

and

drooping.

She rises

from

an erotic

tableau

of moldy

old

pornography

and begs

the gleam

In my eye

for mercy.

Mateo 2017

Steely DanAja
The Internet Archive

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Exiting Chinatown

Robert, Thanks for the insightful post. M

Art by Rob Goldstein

You see it, don’t you?

You see the way?

You see the way
through?

All the way through?

Yes, it’s this way: the way
is through you.

It’s this way please.

Please follow through.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

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Broken English

Robert’s 2017 Blog for Mental Health.
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Art by Rob Goldstein

attached
to
self-loathing
his
bleeding
never
stops

MG 2017

Marianne FaithfullBroken English

First published in March 2017 as a status update, I decided to use the image for something else.

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