Wednesday, March 30, 2022
Monday, March 28, 2022
The rain in Spain, and other things that go together.
Dear You,
There's so much packed into a word! All the meaning there ever was for you, and then, all the meaning in the future, and the dictionary meaning, and also, the translation meaning, and all the meaning for another one! It's very crowded inside words.
There was a cloudburst, and that, means just one phrase: Cloudburst at Shingle Street. Your song for the day, and a teensy part of what can be carried in the word 'cloudburst.'
Until the clouds lift.
Thursday, March 24, 2022
herd
White Robe, Susan Rothenberg, 1974.
Dear Riders,
Today, a small herd of horses: a poem, two paintings, and a song. None of these horses have been overly romanticized, or infantilized, or idealized, and I like to see that. I hope you do, too.
Chix, Susan Rothenberg, 2003.
Monday, March 21, 2022
inverse
Dear Listeners,
Two songs for you, today. They are kind of inversions of each other; for certain occasions, you will want to invoke You Won't Fall, and other times, maybe even right now, you will want to use Don't Let Me Down.
Sunday, March 20, 2022
Friday, March 18, 2022
OK
Dear Whomever & All,
How are you? Take a few minutes to answer, or you can use these handy check boxes:
[] Nothing nice to say, so saying nothing.
[] I'm fine.
[] I'm well.
[] Could be worse, considering.
[] I am too privileged to be entitled to be anything but guiltily fine.
I thank you for asking me, in kind; I am feeling surprised, at how low one can go. Have this song, for today, and let's keep a good thought for tomorrow, as remote as that seems.
Tuesday, March 15, 2022
Marking Time.
Friday, March 11, 2022
I Can't Tell You: an anti-note.
Dear Contemporary Parlance,
Not, and please never do, signed "warmly." It sounds as if you are just starting to get mad, just at the outer edge of outrage that you should have started feeling years ago. Instead, let me sign,
Tuesday, March 8, 2022
The Wonderfulness.
Dear Viewers,
Ooh, you are going to love these sculptures! They are just what I would make, if I could make such things. Actually, I think I might be making these same things, but with different materials.
What, then is the subject of these sculptures?
A: The stuff humans made that aren't being used as originally intended, being used in new, formally compelling and visually interesting ways: hair dryer, plastic brick, suitcase, flashlight, gameboard.
And the content?
A: The re-presentation of the stuff humans made and aren't using is a little sad, but also nostalgic, funny, silly, and almost, very nearly, joyful. All the multitudinous associations and meanings of these items, but also the negation of those meanings, because they cannot be used in those ways any longer.
End of art lesson!
Bonus observation: What an utterly charming artist, that would describe the media so completely accurately as 'ordinary items!'