one thing today

  ... therefore I am. I am not sure that is true. lately I have contemplated the need to share - thoughts, words, plans, doubts, news. those kind of things. why? I am not sure there is a need to do that and therefore, I am not sure how I feel about continuing this blog. I get so little feedback from you who read it. say hello once in a while. let me know how you're feeling, doing. or not. which goes back to the question about needing the need share stuff ... like what Nabakov thinks about butterflies while I think about whether I spell his name correctly. or how long Terri Garr has been dead, what the temperature is, how many hours I slept last night, mules. see what I mean? about the need - or not- to share.  time will tell.  as always.  just writin'.

  Agnes Martins signature style was defined by an emphasis upon line, grids, and fields of extremely subtle color. Her paintings are covered in dense, minute and softly delineated graphite grids. They retained small flaws and unmistakable traces of the artist's hand. She favored the personal and spiritual. Her paintings, statements, and influential writings often reflected an interest in Eastern philosophy

 ... paintings are really beautiful in person. Their size and the exactitude. What's most intriguing to me about them is the WHY of them. Why did she make them? What made her spend the time drawing her lines over and over again. I will do some homework and report on them tomorrow. 

Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed all together, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.                                                                                                                                      -                                                                     ...

the air and breeze this morning takes me back to the summer before I left for college and everything seemed unknown and possible and full of good, pending surprise. the world was easier to live in and youthful courage was mine to be had.  we had firm bodies and minds that still needed shaping. we had music in our ears and plans for after supper. greens were greens and mouths were mouths. most everything was so much more as they were than now. a cow was a cow. a horn blasted pure. this and that fell into place and stayed there for a time. what a time was a time- that summer and that breeze so near and clear and dear.

  I’ve loved the Post front pages for 50 years. Back in the day, my good friend Michael and I enjoyed them like crazy. Today the headline is Dr NO with a picture of Dr Fauci at his Senate hearing yesterday where he pleaded the 5th more than a hundred times. He wouldn’t even say what color his tie was. I am ashamed to say - it even made me wonder and it definitely wasn’t a good look. Perception is all. Unfortunately. He's a good, formidible  man that didn't look like one yesterday.