Hightail House

 

flowers

 

Night Chrysanthemums, Pat Steir, 1984.

Dear Beloved Recipient,

I send you flowers today.  These paper flowers, which you can make, and maybe even give, and also this, which is Snow, Moon, and Flowers, a piano piece composed by Peter Sculthrope, and played by Shoko Kuroe.

a little blue, for you

 

First Woman on the Moon, Aleksandra Mir, 1999.

Dear Moon & Sorrows,

Come on over!  We are having a party, and you are invited, dear sorrows!  I got this idea to throw you a party from Ross Gay- he's loaded with great ideas.  I thought we'd play some sad songs, like this beautiful one, right here; it's your song for today.

an evening sky

 

the land tide

 

Dear Poet,

I thought I'd write you a poem about the land tide.  It'd go a little something like this:

How would it feel, to go so slow,                 

snail slow, superslow enough

to feel the land tide?  To feel the few inches

that the earth lunges towards, leans towards, the moon.

 

Leaning and lunging with the land tide,

you'd feel your own blood rising up

with it, tingling the top of your head,

you might jump up, at the peak of the land tide, and you'd go a little higher,

leaping imperceptibly further.

near and far

 

So good!

Dear Artists, Chefs, and Saints,

Oh!  This is a lovely thing you will want to read right away.  I am working today on a lecture that I will give in a few months, collecting images that I hope will enlighten and expand the attendees minds and spirits.

Of course, I will show a few images of my own work, which, in review, looks very feeble and dubious.  Can I stand behind this big pink painting and pretend I know what I am doing?  What I am talking about?  No, of course I cannot.  I must fake it, or pull back the curtain enough to admit it is absurd to paint, and even slightly more absurd to talk about painting.  Some of them will not be ready for that, so maybe I can do it very cleverly, so that only the prepared ones will notice?  The trouble lies in the fact that I am certain the absurd is worthwhile; in fact, the more absurd, the more truthful it is likely to be, and so then, the more vulnerable and fragile and again, worthwhile.

Here, I will tell all; the Dodo is that kind of a thing; it's yelling out my worst fears and fantasies into an empty canyon without echo.  Stay tuned for the images in the days to come.

Bathed in the shadow of the moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Watchful,

What a treat!  We just took an eclipse tripse to see the totality, as they say.  I loved the camaraderie of my fellow moonie loonies, scurrying out to places with widenings in the road to camp and sit and wait for the moon to arrive.  If you haven't ever, I hope you will next time! 

                                       

 

All images courtesy of Cole E. Harvey.