Mary Pickford 1898 (6 years old)
Photo courtesy and copyright Bonhams
Be still
Wriggling again
I leave the door ajar
Not lock you in.
Cat in my head
Meowing paw in door
Not that I forgot
Simply you are stronger than I
As well you know
Free
Wherever we go
(Andrew-Nov 19,2018)
“This year things have gone very badly for me ... I’m afraid the spa music and the dreadful water is to blame ... A stove in my room might have been my muse—but you can’t write melodies with frozen fingers!”
July 14, 1899, to “Nana,”- Gustav Mahler
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Strange time of year or, decade? Why do humans continually scapegoat? The weather wasn't Mayor Di Blasio's fault in NYC. Not even the meteorologists knew/predicted 6 inches of snow would fall in 6 hours! Where do folk 'pee' or 'shit' trapped on a bus for 6hours plus?!
My evening was great. Just changed the footwear. I felt a bit like when everyone below 14th St was 'screwed' after the power was flooded all this years ago. Luckily (or not) my short sale was a very inevitable interminable long sale and I was slumming it above 42nd St. There was an art show pop up around the corner as if all was just the same. That's New York, folks.
These are very ummmm times (disheartening not without precedence). Die-hard 'smart' socialists in the former Eastern European block are now voting for, well let's just say, policies not dissimilar to those of President Trump.
When does fervent well-meaning, well-reasoned nationalism and socialism coalesce into…?!
Former film critic now a MoMA curator Dave Kehr introduced the screening of Orson Welles hitherto unseen The Other Side of the Wind: I never thought I'd be saying this but here is…
What does it say/teach us about the world? Absolutely nothing! Yet that's not really the point of the film. Searching for a meaning when there seems none anymore. (Where would the Dennis Hopper/Nicholson crowd be now without THAT!)
Welles was shooting these close-ups (like millennial digital cameras and TV series) as way back when in his career. If one likes (as I do Antonioni) then you will like the 'piss take' and yet sincere homage to the Italian maestro's films. Post-war decades Italy becomes very uncomfortably strangely familiar to, dare I say but NYC.
Within the wonderful curated fullness there can be a profound emptiness. Rarely is there a broken line to even suggest the sublime.
I've raked too many leaves today and been inculcated by nature. That's my excuse. Now ready to be seduced by some more drinks and bon aime to join the metropolitan wheel again.
Andrew’s CU-relevant copyright
Andrew’s CU-relevant copyright
