Synesthesia
Regretful in the downfall of snow flurries, Unable to see their frozen symmetries — but — When a lacy floret mass glazes my tongue I taste unseen geometries.
View ArticleThoreau’s Hawk-Walks
Have been listening to and reading the works of Thoreau as I paint. Amazed to discover someone other than me who shares the following sentiment, from “Walking”: “My spirits infallibly rise in...
View ArticleOverheard in February: “Not Brain Dead”
When: 2/2. Where: Greenwich Street. Who: Little boy (about 5) among friends. Attitude: Jubilant. Quote: “I’m so glad I’m going to the dentist!” When: 2/3. Where: Greenwich Village. Who: Young woman to...
View ArticleBeing
What glues me to earth: not gravity, but the daily sweep; the hint of the mourning dove; an unexpected slash of paint.
View ArticleSnow Massifs
Turns out the blizzard has coated NYC with over 20 inches. Everywhere are icy fields. What a treat: Macadam and pavement are whited out, under a bone-grey sky. This morning at around 8:00 I take the...
View ArticleForgiving Thanksgiving
“… give peace to write and read and think.” — Lucretius ~~~~~ To live here, in this desirable area, one must always fight multiplicities of urban irritations, except on holidays. Here is my pet peeve,...
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