Henri Matisse has his first solo exhibition
Sometimes an artist looks at the work of another artist,
and makes a new interpretation.
I think writers do something similar with words. "Put out the light, and then put out the lights..." "Shed some light" "Gotta light?" "Hey, careful with that --"
Of course, as Gertrude Stein said, words are old and it's hard to make them mean what they used to mean, they mean something else now. But you look and try to make a connection, make an intepretation, make the words you have mean something. You try and remember. You try and pull it together.
Rudolf Arnheim [1904-2007] said "The eye is the one untouchable part of the body."
Barbara and I went to see Bourne Ultimatum at 11:30 AM yesterday at the Dome. I think we sat too close, we were that excited. In between the action parts we tried to catch our breath. She's going again today.
Question posed by X from an I-Phone in a Mercedes SL500 on the 405 Friday afternoon: "Tell me why understanding something intellectually isn't enough."
Anyone? The only answer I can think of is that old chestnut I've had to tell myself and others so many times before:
"Because you know it's a terrible idea and will only end in pain and unhappiness and misery and you'll feel like a crack whore afterward --
-- but you're going to sleep with him again."
Phone Message last night from S. quoting a message from Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf. ["This is Sissinghurst 250, is this Museum 261?" -- those are their telephone numbers!] Exactly the kind of message I love coming home to.
My darlings, sometimes I am trying so hard to see and interpret what's going on, my eyes hurt. Even without touching them.
Tomorrow my "big brunch!"
and makes a new interpretation.
I think writers do something similar with words. "Put out the light, and then put out the lights..." "Shed some light" "Gotta light?" "Hey, careful with that --"
Of course, as Gertrude Stein said, words are old and it's hard to make them mean what they used to mean, they mean something else now. But you look and try to make a connection, make an intepretation, make the words you have mean something. You try and remember. You try and pull it together.
Rudolf Arnheim [1904-2007] said "The eye is the one untouchable part of the body."
Barbara and I went to see Bourne Ultimatum at 11:30 AM yesterday at the Dome. I think we sat too close, we were that excited. In between the action parts we tried to catch our breath. She's going again today.
Question posed by X from an I-Phone in a Mercedes SL500 on the 405 Friday afternoon: "Tell me why understanding something intellectually isn't enough."
Anyone? The only answer I can think of is that old chestnut I've had to tell myself and others so many times before:
"Because you know it's a terrible idea and will only end in pain and unhappiness and misery and you'll feel like a crack whore afterward --
-- but you're going to sleep with him again."
Phone Message last night from S. quoting a message from Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf. ["This is Sissinghurst 250, is this Museum 261?" -- those are their telephone numbers!] Exactly the kind of message I love coming home to.
My darlings, sometimes I am trying so hard to see and interpret what's going on, my eyes hurt. Even without touching them.
Tomorrow my "big brunch!"
Not so very long ago (well, in the late 70-80s)my phone number was Glenelg (that palindromidous paradise)532
And I suppose then I should trust S. that these are indeed (were) Vita's and Virginia's numbers -- it just seems so odd to think of them that way, legs tucked under themselves, curled up on respective sofas, chattering away. But it couldn't have been that way, could it?