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(after T.S. Eliot) You cannot live in Art, they told him. Don’t trust in those dreams. The Lady of Shalott died by that river, you’ll recall. (So they insist on ruts and the thousand deaths of heart’s desire.) Keep a … Continue reading →

Close to ‘It’ on many daze that elusive feeling of sublime contentment. The satisfaction of knowing who and what I am might really matter. Much was precarious and misfire–missed opportunity. That and close calls amid the sun-warm moments of being. … Continue reading →

It is no longer for me to say for you. You will need to fill in the blanks yourself, to answer the remaining questions, to find your missing peace and decide which dream is worth the living and dying for. … Continue reading →

“I am fascinated by these nuts” –D.L. Happiest alone in front of an editing machine, white-gloved admiring the panoramas he shot on location. Blowing out holes in mountains for A Passage to India, sweeping the desert clean in Lawrence, waiting … Continue reading →

in Edmonton worth seeing. It’s large and impressive. The Viking exhibit there now is well worth the modest admission. Parking downtown with all the roads closed is, however, another matter. If you can’t park at City Hall with its limited … Continue reading →

“Our correspondences have wings–paper birds that fly from my house to yours–flocks of ideas crisscrossing the country.”

Otherwise, I am truly glassless for the first time since grade 8, 1962-63.

A daily splash of rainbow color via a chandelier onto the kitchen floor.