Monthly Archives: September 2012

“All the world’s a stage,/And all the men and women merely players:/They have their exits and their entrances;/And one man in his time plays many parts.”–William Shakespeare, As You Like It Shakespeare was right, of course, and many of his … Continue reading →

                                                                                                                    “Love took up the glass of Time, and turn’d it in his glowing hands.”–Tennyson, “Locksley Hall” The city wakes up with the dawning People run to catch their bus We almost sleep in, we’re both yawning Rushing out is … Continue reading →

Every Sunday a man walks the campus of memory. He passes tall impersonal-looking buildings, and sometimes flowers, or squirrels foraging. He remembers being happy here—learning, discovering, putting the world in order thanks to books and professors. It is here he … Continue reading →

He could not feel bad here lying under the good stars. The lighthouse was just visible & tall waves knew grey rock. He recalled other beaches, summers & the taste of strawberries. The guitar of wind kissed skin & hair … Continue reading →

mad yet humble tried to do it straight neat, failed peasants–his touchstones lunatics, haystacks, whores faces, chairs & shoes (Theo helped, wrote back at least) eating his paints, poisoned, saw sunflowers as they really are tried to get the yellows … Continue reading →

“God is in the detail.”–Gustave Flaubert Moments of being are those more elusive transitory times when one is especially aware of the sublime pleasure and excitement of a given moment, and how it is unique and distinctly different from the … Continue reading →

(for Stu, consummate bass-jazzer) There is so much to like about this trio, this gig. In a word, movement. Piano lets you know which standard is to be resignatured. And then the momentum of bass and drums and you are … Continue reading →

“O brave new world /That has such people in ‘t!”–Shakespeare, The Tempest There are those things which do not matter to you like shoes that fix you to the ground whenever you fly above us. When mortals offer to help … Continue reading →

2 players chasing shadows on a dim-lit city street full moon in september night jet above flashing red hooo-fffffff whho-fff poor man’s tennis: father-son no rhyme or reason to our play writing a poem without a net hooo–ffff click<ffff dream: … Continue reading →

The kingdom…is spread over the earth and men do not see it.–The Gospel of Thomas (as quoted by Joseph Campbell) We all start life in various relative contexts of safety, security, advantage, disadvantage, family, and love. All these things affect … Continue reading →