May 30, 2014
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May 27, 2014
Ron is a serious artist, who gets better with every painting. His command of color and composition is remarkable. He’s not trendy, an Impressionist not someone making groundbreaking or startling art. Up close, "Docking Boats" is almost abstract; only from a distance is the picture clear (my photo by no means does it justice). This painting lets me go out on the Bay, gives me a summer day in my basement office. That’s as good as art needs to get for me.
May 26, 2014
I feel like I earned my keep today with the realization that by adding me, Elinor/El, to the Word, you create the World. Or maybe this means I no longer have to earn my keep. I just Am.
Other than that, I lay around, bought grapes, ran into Jadina, sat in the park with Niedecker.
May 25, 2014
most persons, you find, peck and peck and seldom really lay any eggs
May 23, 2014
Being a poet is the important part. Writing the poems comes after we have the thoughts, after we pay attention.
To be a poet, that is, someone who sees & thinks about the world, or not, that is, someone who lives in the world without having to see every damn thing.
This is from & because of today's / lifetime conversation with Eileen Myles.
May 22, 2014
May 21, 2014
Not everyone has, of course. I saw an awful lot of gun & ammo shops, & some Bible-thumping. And this Confederate bar, just a couple of miles from where my friends live.
But people in SC (more…)
May 20, 2014
Yesterday we went kayaking on the Pacolet River, just a couple of miles from the house. Is it too late for me to become a nature girl? I jumped & screamed every time anything moved. I saw turtles, Canada geese, a squirming wasp larva, a guy fishing.
We ate at Wade's, where a 4-item vegetable plate costs $6.94; you can choose from turnip greens, macaroni & cheese, sweet potato soufflé, creamed corn, and (more…)
May 19, 2014
Nature here not so much red in tooth & claw as indolent in lunch & dinner. I need a nap, & it's not even 90°. There's not a minute when I'm not amazed to be here, not a tree or vista that isn't satisfying, not a breath I draw that doesn't quiet me. Steve's art is to sponsor unobtrusive beauty. (Not that he laid the bluebird eggs.)
He found a dirt dauber's (more…)
May 18, 2014
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She came back to the phone a couple of minutes later: Pink Anderson, Lot B, Section 10. And there he was, complete with a guitar pick someone else had left.
No way to take this picture except close in, so I put my foot in the frame.
May 14, 2014
May 13, 2014
I might be the only person who played in a punk (more…)
May 12, 2014
May 11, 2014
Mope No More.
May 9, 2014
May 8, 2014
The staff is local and hip. One had "Dan Savage" under his name. I asked why. He said they're encouraged to add the name of someone or something that's a big influence on them, then started to explain who Dan Savage is. We cut him off: We live in New York, we know who Dan Savage is. Everyone in the United States knows who Dan Savage is. OK, I didn't say that last, but anyone who would (more…)
May 7, 2014
I feel obliged to write out the name of the city every time I use it, as I hail from a town with the initials SF, yet people don't think "Sioux Falls" or for that matter "Santa Fe" when they say SF, do they. All New Yorkers are not from Manhattan, and all SF is not San Francisco.
May 2, 2014
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