Image: Yellow Red Blue GreenMay 31, 2019
Night Music: Bread of Heaven flashmobMay 30, 2019
Image: City Paints ItselfMay 29, 2019
Night Music: I’d Rather Go BlindMay 28, 2019
The Future of Grandview’s ParksMay 28, 2019
Image: RoofsMay 27, 2019
Poem: CareMay 27, 2019
To enter into
the castle of her mind
— a private place adorned
with the illuminated thought
of past centuries —
was an adventure
she allowed to few.
The gate into
that world of reminiscence
— a veil ornamented
with the beauty and vacancy
of a divine smile —
was kept firmly shut
to all but the hardy.
The key to
that locked-up voice
— a brittle stained glass window
etched and impacted
by the meteors of time —
affection and love.
Night Music: Love Came HereMay 26, 2019
Wise WordsMay 26, 2019
Image: Light At The End of the PathMay 25, 2019
Night Music: The Only Way Out Is ThroughMay 24, 2019
Image: Street Art #2May 23, 2019
Night Music: Mood IndigoMay 22, 2019
Wise WordsMay 21, 2019
Image: Line #1May 21, 2019
Night Music: You Still Believe In MeMay 20, 2019
Poem: HouseMay 20, 2019
She always kept olives in a glass jar
In the cabinet above the pantry,
Amid the fluff and dust of decades. Tar
Paper lived elsewhere, with the iron gantry
For lifting meats, the turpentine and wax.
Everything else she threw in the dark cave
Of the understairs; all things that would tax
Her strength she threw on the floor, and this gave
The house the appearance of a swallow’s
Nest built from found goods. But always she had
Irises, quivering on a cold rad.
Lucian’s NudesMay 19, 2019
I have on several occasions before written of my admiration for Lucian Freud. So it was with great interest that I read Lucian’s Mountains of Flesh by Thomas Michelli at Hyperallergic, a review of the Freud exhibition Monumental.
Freud’s nudes, both male and female, are definitely not to everyone’s taste, and I strongly disagree with the political judgement laced within the review, but the article has its moments and is worth reading as one perspective on an important chapter of British art..