Wednesday, April 14, 2004

You would not think, from our novels, poems, or music, that we are all of us continually getting sick all the time. But isn't that part of the crisis--health care (even if only the middle class's--alas) meant for something rare, & the need becoming common? And isn't it part of the unemployment crisis (the nonpolitical, non-outsourcing part--), the unwillingness to take on full-time workers with benefits?

"You can't have a revolution without a cosmology."
--Z Budapest

"I don't think I have to break a guitar to get a violent sound out of it." --Neil Young in Guitar Player [a propos of self-destructive artists]

Blind Painting has taken the art world by storm. Having tired of idiots & elephants, copyists & corpse defilers, it seemed both refreshingly authentic & encouragingly critic proof. Nevertheless a school of Blind Painting critics has arisen. Or rather, two schools. One considers only the intentions of the one who paints.The other measures yardage.

04 09 04

"To bones, fat is only fog." --Brenda Shaughnessy

   Jupiter, high
Through the late night haze
   Powerful still

A pain in my throat
As in past winters

04 12 04

   Assembly
Line made for the blind
   To handle

What could be so dear
As those dark hours?

04 12 04

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