Archive for February, 2015

oscar night

February 23, 2015

puerto rico was a great place. is


i was awed by this city today.
it reached 44 degrees in central park.
we held each other and saw people with snow shoes
and dogs that looked like people
and people that looked like dogs
all the dogs wanted to be petted
and all the children were beautiful in their colorful, puffy snow-pants.
we walked up the highest hill
and a man with an australian hat lent us his donut-sled,
down, down we went
like grasshoppers, or ladybirds
or kids, kids on sleds.
all the couples were kissing and all the trees were dripping
off the ice that’s caked their limbs for weeks. it was a perfect day

ben mostyn (ben mostyn)

and here are some pictures taken by tom blachford in you know wheretom-blachford-midnight-modern-3tom blachford


February 14, 2015

David Hockney

(David Hockney)

I am reading “Up in the Old Hotel,” and I understand why I live in this city a bit more.

I’m making dinner so I’ll write a poem called
My boyfriend’s parsley

My boyfriend has a beard made of parsley
I pick a sprig at breakfast to put in with the eggs,
I pick a sprig when I leave the house, put it in between my lips and walk down the street like I’m a hobo girl who’s best friend is Tom Sawyer.
In the summer it wilts,
And in the fall it turns the color of maple leaves, red, orange, spicy,
like Eric the Red.
But winter’s done and spring is coming.
His parsley beard is growing full and bushy.
It’s time to make pasta

joanliftin (joan liftin) and a story called:

“Christopher Robin”

I must think suddenly of matters too difficult for a bear of little brain. I have never asked myself what lies beyond the place where we live, I and Rabbit, Piglet and Eeyore, with our friend Christopher Robin. That is, we continued to live here, and nothing changed, and I just ate my little something. Only Christopher Robin left for a moment.

Owl says that immediately beyond our garden Time begins, and that it is an awfully deep well. If you fall in it, you go down and down, very quickly, and no one knows what happens to you next. I was a bit worried about Christopher Robin falling in, but he came back and then I asked him about the well. ‘Old bear,’ he answered. ‘I was in it and I was falling and I was changing as I fell. My legs became long, I was a big person, I grew old, hunched, and I walked with a cane, and then I died. It was probably just a dream, it was quite unreal. The only real thing was you, old bear, and our shared fun. Now I won’t go anywhere, even if I’m called in for an afternoon snack.’

by Czeslaw Milosz

February 3, 2015

Amos Ferguson (Amos Ferguson)

I love this short by James Wright. There are so many short shorts I want to share with you that I have discovered, but I’ll take my time:

Screen Shot 2015-02-03 at 8.47.52 AM .Theo van Rysselberghe (Theo van Rysselberghe)

I went to the Horace Poolaw show and I strongly recommend it. The photographs are great and after that you can wander around the galleries and look at the peace pipes and embroidered baby baskets and arrows and guns and shoes. There is such a rich and diverse history to be discovered in the native peoples of America…too bad we’ve reduced them to feathers.horace poolaw