|to James Schuyler|
|There I could never be a boy,|
|though I rode like a god when the horse reared.|
|At a cry from mother I fell to my knees!|
|there I fell, clumsy and sick and good,|
|though I bloomed on the back of a frightened black mare|
|who had leaped windily at the start of a leaf|
|and she never threw me.|
|I had a quick heart|
|and my thighs clutched her back.|
|I loved her fright, which was against me|
|into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock|
|which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted with life!|
|and she'd toss her head with the pain|
|and paw the air and champ the bit, as if I were Endymion|
|and she, moon-like, hated to love me.|
|All things are tragic|
|when a mother watches! and she wishes upon herself|
|the random fears of a scarlet soul, as it breathes in and out|
|and nothing chokes, or breaks from triumph to triumph!|
|I knew her but I could not be a boy,|
|for in the billowing air I was fleet and green|
|riding blackly through the ethereal night|
|towards men's words which I gracefully understood,|
|and it was given to me|
|as the soul is given the hands|
|to hold the ribbons of life!|
|as miles streak by beneath the moon's sharp hooves|
|and I have mastered the speed and strength which is the armor of the world.|
|The trick is that you’re willing to help them.|
|The rule is to sound like you’re doing them a favor.|
|The rule is to create a commission system.|
|The trick is to get their number.|
|The trick is to make it personal:|
|No one in the world suffers like you.|
|The trick is that you’re providing a service.|
|The rule is to keep the conversation going.|
|The rule is their parents were foolish,|
|their children are greedy or insane.|
|The rule is to make them feel they’ve come too late.|
|The trick is that you’re willing to make exceptions.|
|The rule is to assume their parents abused them.|
|The trick is to sound like the one teacher they loved.|
|And when they say “too much,"|
|give them a plan.|
|And when they say “anger” or “rage” or “love,"|
|say “give me an example.”|
|The rule is everyone is a gypsy now.|
|Everyone is searching for his tribe.|
|The rule is you don’t care if they ever find it.|
|The trick is that they feel they can.|
|Khaled Mattawa, b. 1964|
Children beating a gay rights activist protesting in Russia, following the proposal of a new law that would effectively prohibit gay rights rallies. http://all-that-is-interesting.com/60-
Teal blue and grey, and
several shades of orange -
a history of ties.
Half Windsor or full?
The fingers will know.
Earlier they stepped
through several keys - tunes
by Lowell Mason.
A quick text to Zorn:
We'll have a descant,
so bring your horn today.
|Israel's niece is getting married in the California wine country in February. We both wanted to go if we could travel inexpensively. Nothing was quite low enough the few times I checked. But last night when Virgin suddenly had $132 one-ways from DFW to SFO, I pounced: $550 for two roundtrips from DFW to SFO with $24 of travel insurance thrown in. I'm using frequent flyer miles for my commute flights to Dallas, so .5K is the total for 6 flights. Not too bad.|
I was off work from Christmas Day to January 5th. I had been plagued with a skin disorder for a little over two months. A dermatologist put me on Prednisone three days before Christmas Eve, and it was a relief! to get back to normal. I spent Christmas day and most of the weekend in Fort Worth, then flew back home to quickly play a service, then packed & flew to San Francisco for a week of just walking around. I implored Israel to come with me but he was determined to use the time (re)photographing New Mexico. My guess is that I walked about 12 - 15 miles a day. I only used the rental car on two days. I used the transit system intermittently. I tried to see a movie every day. Lots of art. Good food. Nice drafts all over town in San Francisco. I even managed to have a little fun.
Museums: Hopper in Dallas, the new Piano Pavilion @ the Kimbell, the vapid Mexican show @ the Modern in Fort Worth, the charming Lobel show @ the Contemporary Jewish Museum, Anders Zorn and Matisse @ the Legion of Honor, and most spectacularly - the Hockney and Bulgari shows @ the de Young. If you have a chance to see them, you should not pass it up!
Dallas: American Hustle, Inside Llewyn Davis. Fort Worth: The Wolf of Wall Street. San Francisco: Reaching for the Moon, Her, Breakfast at Tiffany's (@ the Castro), The Past, Raising Arizona (@ the Castro), Blue is the warmest color.
A flickr set.
These are the CDs I acquired in 2013 that I liked the best and listened to the most: Morton Feldman's Triadic Memories and For Samuel Beckett,
Nick Edwards - Plekzationz, Lusine's A Certain Distance, and Wolfgang Rihm's Jagden und Formen.
Morton Feldman was a composer that I'm afraid I used to dismiss. How foolish was that.
The Nick Edwards CD is obscure. I picked it up at Wall of Sound in Seattle.
I discovered Lusine using Shazam, since then I've downloaded or bought most of his CDs. A Certain Distance is my favorite. There is very little pop/techno/electronica I can listen to more than once or twice. Lusine has become a large exception to that.
I wish I had more time! to explore electronic music for myself.
...the road was denied me by a curse that made me stray...
Doch ach! den Weg des Heiles nie zu finden, in pfadlosen Irren trieb ein wilder Fluch mich umher.
Last May, muckefuck surprised me with a text message enquiring if I was coming to Bear Pride. I had flight reservations but wasn't sure my annual trip was possible this year. I did express a desire to visit Chicago sometime during the Lyric Opera's season, inspired partly by his regular opera reviews. Later this fall, it was slim pickings when I was scrambling at the last minute to find some remnant of the Wagner bicentennial. Only two events left - both new productions of Parsifal, one in London, one in Chicago. So I opted for Chicago and made some reservations.
And surprisingly it all came about and we went to the opera together. It was a pleasure to be in muckefuck's affable company, to be in his civilized home, to meet the warm & thoughtful people in his life, and to ramble around on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
About the Parsifal production, I can only say how much it moved me. The staging was a little too eclectic for my taste, but it played its part to set afloat the Medieval tale with its most sublime music.
A flickr set from the weekend.